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THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. FRIDAY, AUGUST 12, 1938 *TlO' WHO’S NEWS THIS WEEK By LEMUEL F. PARTON N 1 t" ■ [EW YORK.—England pioneered the businessman - diplomat— shrewdly and effectively, it would seem. Many of her best fixers and negotiators Beat Fixer* throughout the Have Stake world have been In Deal* men who had a personal stake in the outcome of their operations. They were not disinterested, per haps, but no more were the tradi tional diplomats who knew protocol, I rhaps, but nothing about oil. America followed with Nor man H. Davis, a financier who became an effective European swing man under five Presi dents, and then came Spruille Braden, engineer and industrial ist who was our ambassador-at- large in Latin America until he became minister to Colombia last April. President Roosevelt, agreeing to act as an arbitrator in the Chaco dispute, picks Mr. Braden to repre sent him. In his own private indus trial diplomacy throughout South America, the husky and gregarious Mr. Braden has proved himself an excellent pacifier and trouble shooter. He knows the score in oil, copper, rubber, minerals, hides and what not, and this ma- Braden Wi*e terialized and par- In Latin ticularized diplo- Diplomacy macy has made him useful in dip lomatic representations at various South American conferences. He has been working on the Chaco set tlement for the last three years. In his youth, he did a short turn in the mines near Elkhom, Mont., his native town, and then went to Yale and became a mining engi neer. He was a second-string halfback at Yale, but a first string engineer and promoter from the start, elec trifying Chile for Westinghouse, or ganizing the Bolivia-Argentina Ex ploration corporation, branching out widely in South American develop ment and finance. He desperately wanted to be minister to Chile, but was consoled with Colombia. He is forty-four years old, re membered in New York as the fastest and hardest-working handball player around Jack O’Brien’s gymnasium, in which he combated a tendency to plumpness, creeping up on him a bit in late years. He was married in 1915 to the beautiful and socially eminent Se- norita Maria Humeres del Solar of Chile. They have three daughters and two sons. Their New York res idence is the former George W. Per kins estate at Riverdale-on-the-Hud- son. J^ARL J. HAMBRO, burly presi- dent of the Norwegian parlia ment, is in America for a lecture tour.. There is an interesting cut back in his career. At Geneva, in 1927, he staged a spectacular de bate with Austen Chamberlain, in which, speaking for the small states, he vehemently in sisted that the league must find a way to restrain strong aggressors, or else find itself impotent and dis credited in a few years. With equal vehemence, Mr. Chamberlain proclaimed the trustworthiness of the strong states and their humanitarian aims. Warning Mr. Hambro against overt restraints by the league, he said, “Along that road lies danger.” Mr. Hambro was the most distin guished recruit of the Oxford group movement in 1935, and has since been a leader of the movement in Norway. Returning from a luncheon attend ed by Dr. Frank Buchman, founder of the movement, in Geneva, he told of the mystic exaltation of the com pany and later announced his ad herence to the group. Although a conservative, Mr. Hambro is the president of the La bor party of Norway. For many years, he has been leading the fight of the smaller nations in the league. Arriving in New York, he remarks dryly that Norway is old-fashioned —she has a surplus in her budget. © Consolidated News Featui es. WNU Service. Predicted Collapee Of League en of the ounted Field of Com Waves in City Street by Captain G. Elliott-Nightingale Copyright* WNU BATTLE AT MCDONALD’S FARM Platinum Once of No Value Old prospectors like to tell how they picked “native lead” out of their pans and sluiceboxes, and what they said as they threw it away. They are still saying things, for this much despised substance was actually platinum, which had little value years ago. Counterfeit ers used it extensively because of its heavy weight, and gold-plated platinum coins are still in existence. In 1828-45 Nicholas I of Russia is sued platinum 3, 6 and 12 rouble pieces that are highly prized by the coin collecting fraternity.—Detroit Coin Club. H OW four youthful Chicago crim inals started out to give Canada a few thrills by staging a cross country crime wage, and how these conceited young punks finished up as riddled corpses inside of two weeks, makes one of the best police stories in years. They had had such a lohg and uninterrupted ca reer in their old home town that they thought that criminal freedom was plentiful everywhere else. Equipped with pistols and ammuni tion, several bottles of hair oil, a few shirts, and a fine big shiny automobile that had a powerful en gine under its hood, the squad set out for the Dominion. Sneaking into Saskatchewan unobserved, the first act was to get the right sort of- li cense plates. This done, and trav eling mostly at night, they headed northward and were soon in the heart of the prairie country. Here their projected crime wave was held up a bit, for they took in too much alkali water and were quite ill for several days. Two of them almost died, it was later learned. However, a day or so later they were in the west central part of the province and had “holed up” to get their bearings and to see what could be done thereabouts in the way of pulling a profitable job. They finally discovered something that looked promising and sat down to do a bit of planning. Meanwhile, a lone member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police was fighting his way along a slippery buffalo trail in an old crate of a car that happened to be one of the three in the whole region. And, as he side-slipped and lurched along, he saw the dim lights of oil lamps burning in the homestead cabins of the Smiths, the Joneses, and the Browns. Further on a bit he would pass the MacDonald homestead in which was kept the only safe and strong box in all the vast prairie territory. Hec tor MacDonald, which isn’t his real’ name, of course, was a polished, cultured gentleman in whom scores of outlying settlers placed full and complete trust to the extent that they deposited their valuables, with out charge, in the great big old- fashioned safe. And, as the lone Man of the Mounted passed, he no ticed the MacDonald home in total darkness and decided to investigate. Moving cautiously over to the homesteader’s cottage, he peeked into a window to discover four men hovering over and about the great big safe. Two were standing up right, holding flashlights, and the other two were busy with the knob and dial. As the Mounted Police man backed away from the window, however, one of the two flashlight- holders spotted, him and at once fired a bullet at his head. Being an old timer, he had a bag of tricks ready at hand, so he crumpled up, dropped to the ground, and lay still. Out came the safecrackers, and a moment later they were standing around the body of the dead Mount- ie. That is, three of them were, for their expert was still working on the safe. “Well, dat’s one of ’em outa der way, by cripes,” said one. “Y-e-a-h . . . We’ll rub ’em out like dis as we go along,” said an other. “No we won’t do nuttin’ of der kind,” spoke the third. “We’ll ao no killin’ less’n we hev ter. They hang fer a killin’ up here. ’Tain’t like ol’ Chi, an' there ain’t no ‘Snor- ky’ up here ter help y’out of a jam.” Meanwhile the lad inside worked feverishly but unsuccessfully on the safe, and the three began discuss ing ways and means of hiding the policeman’s body. And then when the crooks were absolutely off guard the lone Man of the Mounted moved ever so carefully until his gun hand was in the clear. In that split-sec ond, the crooks saw him moving, and pulled their guns. Two of them fired point blank, but the Man of the Mounted was faster, in spite of the fact that he was the last to draw. He fired three times, and hit each one of the three in the forehead. The safecracker inside, knowing that their plans had gone haywire, lit out through the east door and disappeared into the Sas katchewan gloom. Leaving the dead where they lay, the lone Man of the Mounted set out after the fourth, and after hours of searching, finally gave it up. A few days later, the safe-cracker, cornered by another Man of the Mounted, tried to shoot his way out, and lost. The Man of the Mounted fired once, while the safe-cracker fired four times, and died. No one can say they didn’t get a “break,” for the Men of the Mounted draw their weapons only after the crimi nal has drarfn his. At any rate, these poor, misguided lads had been on Canadian soil less than a fort night and were now dead. '— 3S2 i AUS r ; STATION! .. ~a*| I *" ; ; * ; r MM"" 'A.'. &■. .V Three Chicago youngsters with a taste for truck gardening “plowed” and cultivated a tiny’ patch of ground near the curbstone of their residential street and soon had a thriving field of corn. Photograph shows the three city “farmers” tending their crop in the extr emely foreign city atmosphere. Left to right, Joe Dam- hie, Rose Huntsman and Neal Damble. Lemonade Stand Up to Late CLARA BOW’S SON Complete with cash register is the lemonade stand opened on a St. Louis street corner by Dickie Bradley, left, twelve years old. Constantine Dein- mas, six years old, hands over a penny for a glass, after a sample sip. Dickie says business is booming. Clara Bow, former screen glam our girl and wife of Rex Bell, film cowboy actor, shown with her baby son, photographed for the first time in her home in Hollywood, Calif. The son has not yet been named. Miss Bo# has a three-and-one-half- year-old boy named Toni. Czechoslovakia Aids Political Refugees SWAM 50 MILES Flood of Pennies for China giillgll Wm. ' I j- jf ^ i i 5 . " I . m.-; J tar Monkey Steals Baby Stealing a baby from its cot in Kalawila, Ceylon, a monkey climbed to the roof and rocked the infant to sleep as it had seen the mother do. The simian was lured from the tot and shot. The baby was rescued unharmed. Paul Chotteau, sensational forty- year-old distance swimmer shown taking a bit of light nourishment in Santa Monica hospital, following his spectacular 50-mile swim. Hold er of two world’s records, Chot teau demanded a steak, but physi cians said he was still too exhausted to take anything but light nourish ment. , t Australian cowboys “mustering” cattle. Stock Ranches of the 'Down Under' Continent Measured in Square Miles Poverty-stricken poUtical refugees from Germany and Austria are finding a haven in Czechoslovakia. The government has established a camp for these unfortunate people at Bruenn where they work together at various chores. This group is peeling potatoes. Putting her heart and soul into a miniature relief campaign all her own, Carolyn Wong, six years old, collected 4,000 pennies from fellow Chinese school children with which she surprised officials of the United Council for Civilian Relief in China. The money will be added to funds for relief of sufferers of the Japanese invasion. Prepared by National Geographic Society. Washington. D. C.—WNU Service. O UT in the more remote regions of Queensland, Northern Territory and Western Australia, and in the arid center of Australia, cattle properties are still measured in square miles, not acres. Picture a single cattle station larger than Massachusetts and Con necticut. Look at it also as a band five miles wide extending all the way from New York to San Fran cisco; or, fantastic thought, a land path more than a mile wide all the way from the farthest side of Aus tralia to Maine! For it is 13,000 square miles! One cattle man, whose station lies on the Queensland-Northern Terri tory border, tells you quite casually that it is a 125-mile horseback jour ney from his back porch to the back line of his property. Like many of the older holdings, none of his land is fenced, so the cattle often stray far afield. During the summer months they move southward into the prevailing winds to rid themselves of the my riad flies that pester them. Conse quently, the station hands often have the task of riding 250 miles to get their stock back to their own property. The herds also may wan der 40 or 50 miles in the direction of storms if they lack water. Early one morning a Geographic staff writer flew out to a cattle sta tion, 300 miles into the Queensland interior, landed in a field near the house, and taxied up to the gateway. What One Station Is Like. The station was not large as many of the inland stations run, but it was a goodly block of land—1,200 square miles—pasturing 25,000 head of stock! As he rode its ranges, he saw one herd of 1,500 steers that had just arrived from a four months’ trek of a thousand miles down from the gulf country. From the fattening paddock where they grazed to mar ket was still another 20(j-mile over land journey. Upon food and water hinges suc cess or failure. How many times tragedy has stalked beside dried- up water holes and parched pas tures! Whole herds have perished in rigorous seasons and the stren uous labor of cattlemen has come to dramatic jiought. As shearing is the big event on sheep stations, so mustering for branding and sorting is the chief activity on cattle ranches. Herds on this property are han dled from 15 mustering camps and it usually takes four to six months to complete the work. Here, where life is attuned to the ceaseless moan and bellow of cattle about water holes and in branding corrals, the American Wild West Is reflected in ten-gallon Stetson hats that have come into fashion in the last few years. But the swaggering cowhand with a handy lariat and a pair of six-shooters strapped on his thighs is unknown. Australian cattlemen, instead of roping their beasts for branding, in most cases pen them and hold them in a system of gates. ~ Why “Doffing” Is Rare. “Do you have any cattle rustling?” you ask. “We call it ‘duffing’ here," replies the manager. “But it’s very rare. Distances are too great; it doesn’t pay.” One story that you hear stands out as an excellent example. It seems that two men desired to increase their stock, so when rains had filled water holes along the way, they rode 250 miles to a station and drove off about 300 cattle. The ranch owners and police tracked the animals down and brought them back, together with the culprits. The men were then committed to stand trial in Darwin, nearly a thou sand miles away. Eventually one man pleaded guilty and was sen tenced to five years’ imprisonment. For lack of evidence the other man was released. But by the time he got home again he had traveled nearly 3,000 miles! Far out in the interior, remote from railways and easy means of transport, stat'in homes have few er amenities. There are no electric lights, no refrigerators. Water in canvas sacks is cooled by evapo ration on the shady verandas. Yet life is pleasant, and afternoon tea is an established custom. The radio, magic destroyer of dis tances, brings the world’s news and music to the family living room. Across the vast region, popularly dubbed the “back of beyond," ether waves crackle in the evening with friendly chatter between neighbors perhaps 50 or 100 miles apart, for many stations are equipped with hand-operated radio sending sets. Out here the airplane has likewise proved its worth, for flying doctors now race hundreds of miles on their errands of mercy. Now and then, too, a flying parson may drop in on a station to hold a service. Stock Routes Well Maintained. The government maintains a sys tem of stock routes and tends them with religious care, for they are the arteries of a far-reaching enter prise. Across dry areas they wind and twist to touch every available spring, stream, and billabong. Australia’s land map is sketched with a number of these long snaky paths which radiate out to railways and seaboard cities. One begins up in the tablelands of Northern Terri tory and reaches out to the railheads of Longreach, Win ton and Charle- ville to serve Townsville and Bris bane. another starts up in southwestern Queensland.-, swerves through the northeastern comer of South Aus tralia, and follows down the west ern boundary of New South Wales until it contacts the railway at Cock- burn, to find eventual outlet at Ade laide. A third trail connects the Kimber ley region of Western Australia with Wyndham, whose meatworks op erate during the winter months. In Western Australia, too, another seemingly endless meandering line ties the railheads thrust out into the interior with the expanses of North ern Territory. On these tenuous channels, hun dreds of miles in length, you see streams of steers moving out to ward the ports, eventually per haps to provide chilled beef for the London market or bully beef for British Tommies or jack-tars. Unlike Argentina, where urtld herds once roamed and men needed only to round them up, the Aus tralian cattle industry has been built up gradually from small beginnings of half a century ago. Frozen- meat contracts have provided the impetus. • In recent years, however, Aus tralia has seen new handwriting on her economic wall. With un proved refrigeration facilities and fast ships, fresh chilled meat has come to England from the Argen tine. Against it frozen meat cannot compete. Learning to Chill the Meat. So the commonwealth has turned to its scientists to learn whether it, too, can deliver chilled beef to the London market, a distance handi cap of 13,000 miles. In the Brisbane abattoirs experts have tackled the problem. With test tubes and refrigeration cham bers, and with bacterial, fungal and yeast growths under their micro scopes, they are learning the condi tions necessary for meat to main tain its full freshness and color dur ing the month-and-a-half that it must be on the high seas. Romance is in their refrigerators, which are controlled to fractions of a degree, and their pipettes re flect future profits, because these quiet workers have been remark ably successful in their experi ments. Several trial shiploads of meat, sent in 1934, arrived in London without deterioration. To this heart ening assurance, the operators of various meatworks quickly react ed; plants are being altered to meet the new requirements. Less spectacular, perhaps, but doubly more profitable than the herds that roam the interior, is the dairy stock pastured in the fertile coastal belt, mainly in New South Wales, Victoria, and Queensland, Approximately a sixth of the coun try’s cattle are bred for their milir products.