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T HERE were three people on the
Sullivan Square platform; the
old woman, Rorty, and the girl.
Three south - bound trains had
stopped and still the girl waited. So
Rorty waited too. He would have
waited all day, as long as she was
there, but he had an idea it wouldn’t
be necessary. Rorty was tough,
leather-skinned, hard-headed; you
wouldn’t have thought it to look at
him, but he had what amounted to
an extra sense, delicate little feelers
of perception, like Invisible anten
nae sprouting up from the round
brick-hard skull. He could tell when
something was coming. Perhaps
that was what had made him a good
cop and, climbing from the ranks, a
good detective; that and his ami
able willingness to shoot it out on
any and all occasions. Rorty was a
mighty good man with a gun.
He was conscious of the weight of
it now, sheathed beneath his coat.
Something was
coming; sure, Mc
Hugh was coming.
Any minute now.
Rorty knew it. They
knew that McHugh
had written to her,
but they hadn’t
known what he had
said. Now it was
obvious; He had
arranged to meet her here, on a
certain El train at a certain time.
It was three o’clock in the after
noon and Rorty had been trailing
the girl most of the day. He was
going to bring McHugh in by him
self, dead, as the saying goes, or
alive. Most likely dead, or near it.
Rorty had a notion McHugh would
use his gun before he'd let anyone
take him; well, that was fine with
Rorty. Let McHugh’s hand move
and he would see Rorty’s hand
move, but quicker, and that would
be about the last thing he would see.
Take no chances with a killer, most
of all a young one.
So Rorty stood there with his
screwy extra sense thrumming like
a violin string, listening to the rum
ble of the approaching train. He had
been pretending to be in difficulties
with a gum-vending machine on the
platform. Now he gave it a couple
of last jerks. His eyes slanted and
he saw the girl stop her nervous
pacing and stare at the train com
ing in. He saw that and he noticed
too, though absently, the old woman
who was the third person on the
platform. She was feeding peanuts
to the pigeons that always whirl and
pout and parade around Sullivan
Square. She was a tiny little thing,
in drab black clothes, and she watf
smiling at the pigeons milling at her
feet, strutting up for what she had
to give them.
The train rattled in and stopped
with hiss and shudder of air. It
didn’t bother the pigeons; they were
used to the El. The middle door of
the first car opened and Rorty
grinned and turned and took three
quick steps toward the door of the
car opposite him. But the pigeons
weren’t used to Rorty and they were
closer than he’d thought; at his sud
den approach they leaped into the
air with clattering wings, a whirling
cloud. Rorty dodged and smacked
squarely into the old woman. He
weighed two hundred pounds; she
went down. He hadn’t hurt her, but
by the time he’d gone through the
automatic reaction of picking her
up and seeing that she was all right,
the doors were closed and the train
was on its way.
“Thank you,” the old woman
said, but Rorty wasn’t there to hear
it. He was taking the steps four at a
time to get to the street for a cab.
"Gotta catch that train at the next
station!” he bawled. “Step on it!”
The pupils of her eyes seemed to
swell as she peered at him.
“Did you—do it. Mart?”
“The murder? Kit, you know. You
know I’ve been straight since I got
out. I’ve been sticking to the job.
I’ve been getting good pay. I was in
line for a raise when this—”
“But the police!”
“It’s a mistake. I swear it but I
can’t prove it. I was living in this
cheap joint saving money so you
could come on soon. Someone
tricked this rich guy in there and
killed him. I knew they’d look up my
record and pin it on me, just like
they did, so I beat it first. It’s just
luck, just crummy luck.
“I’ve been going straight. Kit. I
Rorty dodged and smacked squarely into the woman
doors closed and the train was on its way.
the
The driver nodded. “Okay, boss.”
He yanked the wheels and slapped
her through low to high. A light held
them. “You wanna see the paper?”
he asked, like a good tip-wise hack-
ster. He fumbled for it in the bucket
seat to pass it back to Rorty.
"Dickens with it," Rorty com
plained, trying to get a look at the
train above. “Step on this can, will
you?” Then he referred to the pi
geons in picturesque speech.
T HE girl found a seat and the
young man held a strap in front
of her. Both faces were young; alike
too in that they were strained, white
and empty. She moved to where
there was more space and he fol
lowed and dropped down beside her.
“You shouldn’t have come, Mart
You shouldn’t have taken the
chance.”
“I had to see you," he said. “May
be the last time. They won’t take
me, Kit. I'm better dead than in the
pen again.”
Horizontal
1 To pack
5 To wipe
8 Nomad
12 SubUe
emanation
13 Period of time
14 Sound ac
companying
breathing
15 Small pebbles
17 Loadstone
19 To penetrate
20 Rabbit’s home
21 Scent
23 Suit in
court
24 Pronoun
26 Eastern term
of respect
28 Swarthy
31 By
43
33 Therefore
34 Footlike
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part
36 Climbing
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species of
pepper
38 Encountered
39 To make
vapid
41 Couch
43 Last state of
an insect
45 Endures
48 Cylindrical
50 Coterie
51 BibUcal
garden
52 Card game
54 Moon goddess
55 Remainder
58 Guided
57 To appear
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1 Wise man
2 To become
sour
3 Public
speaker
4 Fluttered
5 Honey
6 Conjunction
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10 Fish sauce
11 Girl’s
nickname
16 God of love
18 Son of Noah
22 To disentangle
23 Quotes
24 Bottle top
25 Shoshonean
Indian
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covering
29 To employ
30 Negative
35 Omits
36 Obliteration
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laxly
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40 Deputy
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bankrupt
43 Roman high
way
44 Ancient
Persian
46 Melody
47 Line of
juncture
49 Cloth measure
50 Fish allied to
the haddock
53 Faroe Islands
windstorm
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even been going to church. I even
told one of the curates all about us.
He said when you came on we could
be married right, in church, I
mean.” He looked at her quickly.
“Did you tell anybody?"
“I had to," she said. "I told Ma.
She would have known soon any
way. She wasn’t against you. Mart,
in—in spite of getting mixed up in
that trouble. She said she felt you’d
be a good man if you ever got a
chance. Oh, Mart, what are we go
ing to do?”
“I’ll get to Canada,” he said. 'Til
get there. Unless they—they catch
up with me. They aren’t taking me,
Kit. I can’t help it, baby; I’m not
letting them take me. I got a gun
here and I’ll—”
“Oh no, Mart! No, no, no!”
Rorty missed it at City Square,
but he got it at Friend street He
knew they hadn’t left the train; he
would have seen them. He caught it,
all right, but not alone. “First pi
geons,” Rorty muttered under his
breath with a few other words, "and
now these lugs." He meant about
fifty high school boys and girls.
They were talking, laughing and
pushing, and Rorty was jammed
with them into the car where appar
ently they all wanted to stay. Mc
Hugh wasn’t much older than any of
these, Rorty thought grimly; well,
too bad, too bad; product of environ
ment, they called it; polite way of
saying slums. He could see McHugh
and the girl up in the car ahead,
that wasn’t crowded. Plenty of
space, Rorty thought, if McHugh
went for it. Tough in front of the
girl, but what could you do?
Rorty shoved his way forward,
inch by inch. He didn’t need that
extra sense now, he could see what
he was going after, but still it was
plucking at his nerves. Maybe it
means you’re going to get it this
time, Rorty. Maybe, maybe. “Dog
gone it," Rorty grunted, "out of my
way, will you!” He was jammed be
tween a kid and a fat man, and the
fat man was trying to read his
paper, and the front page was liter
ally pushed into Rorty’s face. He
couldn’t help seeing it.
“McHugh Boy Innocent . . . Mur
derer Confesses . . . McHugh Exon
erated . . . Flight Attributed to
Panic . . .”
The train pulled into Boylston
street while Rorty was still reading.
He shouldered past the fat man,
went out the door and walked down
the platform. He put his arm in an
open window and tapped McHugh
on the shoulder and said quickly:
“You’re okay, we don’t want you.
Hey, leave that gun alone now;
throw it away. Don’t get scared so
quick after this.” As the train jolted
ahead he shouted from the platform,
"Buy a paper!”
“What did he mean?” Kit gasped.
“Gee—gee, I don’t know. Gee, I—
I— Say, he said, get a paper. ]
haven’t any change. You got any
pennies?”
“No," Kit said. She smiled: Th«
first time in a week, it must have
been. “You want to know why? See,
Ma knew I was going to meet you
She wanted to have one good look ai
you, she said. She promised she’d
act like she didn't know me, so ]
told her where. She said It’d look
better if she was doing something,
and I gave her my last few cents
to buy peanuts for the pigeons."
From the Swiss Alps to the Sahara desert, the world will be looking
forward to a happier, more complete, and friendlier New Year.
T HE New Year, the turning of
another page in the book of our
lives. Before us appears a new clean
white page, a slab of snow-white
marble, whereon we must record
the events of the coming year as
they apply to us, to our country and
to the world. What shall we record
thereon? As Longfellow said: "Life
is real, life is earnest. Let us then
be up and doing with a heart for
any fate; still achieving, still pur
suing, learn to labor and to wait.”
On the new page we might place
our first entry; “Smile, save, serve.”
We can be thankful for another
morning of life. We can be thank
ful for this day; for its failures
which we must acknowledge as les
sons. We must check our faults and
failures. We must scatter seeds of
smiles and service, so that they may
grow to maturity, so that the reap
ing will not be shame and sorrow.
We will smile, save and serve.
DAYS MIXUP
The whole world celebrates New
Year’s Day, but not always on the
same date.
The biggest mixup occurred from
1552 to 1772 when Europe and Eng
land observed the New Year on the
same day but at different times! In
1552, Pope Gregory III eliminated
10 days from the Julian calendar
previously in use because it was 11
minutes longer each year than the
astronomical year. England did not
adopt the new Gregorian calendar
until 1772, however, thus observing
the same holiday at a later day.
When translated into the Grego
rian calendar, the Jewish New
Year’s varies from September 6 to
October 4. The Mohammedans not
only celebrate at a different date
but their calendar is dated almost
600 years behind the Gregorian
since it begins with the Prophet's
flight from Mecca in A. D. 622.
A T THE beginning of each New
4*- Year two pathways open. One
slants downward, slow deterioration
Clouding and finally blotting but all
mental excellence, spiritual appre
ciation and even physical strength.
The other leads to the finer things
of existence, ascending gradually to
lofty heights of mind and spirit. At
the entrance Life stands with cheery
greeting and forward impetus for
all who heed. Choose well your way!
He who lives fully in the year at
hand will create grandly for the
year that follows. Regardless of any
past, he who is his best self today
will find much beauty in tomorrow.
—L. D. Stearns.
ay
A gala occasion in the lives of the
American belles was New Year’s
Day of former years. Each expected
her men friends to accept her hos
pitality on New Year’s Day. On that
i day barriers were lowered a bit and
the strict social form was relaxed
to the extent that the men did not
need special invitations or formal
introductions, and the young ladies
couid talk more openly and act more
natural than on formal occasions.
Fond mammas told their unwed
daughters that among many
charming and eligible young men
they surely must find one on whom
they could bestow their affections.
It must be noted, however, that
the young ladies had to be fast work
ers. No matter how informal these
New Year’s Day calls were, it was
a gross breach of propriety for a
young man to stay more than 10
minutes.
The theme of New Year’s Day al
ways has been one of joy. Regard
less of the country or the people,
or of the date on which it was cele
brated, joy marked the spirit in
which it was observed.
New Year’s Day of the Moham
medans is given as October 17; of
the Hebrews as September, and of
the Chinese as early February.
The ancient Egyptians, Phoeni
cians and Persians began their year
at the autumnal equinox, Septem
ber 21, and the Greeks until the
fifth century B. C. at the winter sol
stice, December 21. In 432 B. C. the
latter altered the New Year’s Day
to June 21.
The ancient Romans celebrated
December 21, but this was altered
to January 1 by Caesar in adopting
the Julian calendar.
March 25 was the date observed
among most Christian peoples in
medieval days. In Anglo-Saxon Eng
land, however December 25 was
New Year’s Day until it was
changed to January 1 at the Nor
man conquest, but later it was
changed to March 25 and so re-
I mained until the English adopted
the Gregorian calendar.
“I am done with the years that were,
I am quits.
I am done with the dead and the
old.
They are mines worked out, I
delved in their pits,
I have saved the grains of gold—
Now I turn to the future for wine
and bread—
I have bidden the past adieu—
I laugh, and lift hands to the year
ahead.
Come on! I am ready for you!”
—Edwin Markham.
Automatic Mixers
Available on Farm
Electricity Cuts Down
On Farm Labor Costs
By Bob Wilson
Feed mixing, like an increasing
number of other farm chores, now
is being placed on practically an
automatic basis and coordinated
with related activities. In this case,
mixing is coordinated with cribbing
and grinding operations.
Generally, mixers are located
either adjacent to the grinder or in
the bam mow almost directly above
the mill. The two-ton mixer, shown
in the accompanying illustration, is
in the mow of a Midwestern farm.
When processing operations begin,
shelled corn, which has been blown
into a bin to the right of the mixer,
drops through a chute to the grinder
on the floor below. The blower pipe
is shown at the right of the mixer.
After grinding has been com
pleted, the ground grain is blown
into the mixer and necessary sup
plements added. The thoroughly
mixed grain then flows out of the
mixer and down a chute to be load
ed into a feed cart on the first floor.
The only manual work required is
dumping the sacked supplement
into the mixer. A conventional type
blower cribs the whole grain auto
matically, while the blower attach
ment on the electrically powered
grinder returns the ground grain to
the mixer.
Setups of this type are becoming
commonplace on scores of electri
fied farms. They can be constructed
at relatively small cost and, in most
cases, by unskilled farm labor.
Checks Soil Losses
Good soil management pays divi
dends in making heavy crops per
acre, building organic matter in the
soil and at the same time checking
erosion. The results shown above
summarize tests at the University
of Illinois Elizabethtown experiment
field since 1918.
Manure, lime and phosphate
made the difference between the
two plots. The soil was already rich
in potash.
The heavy crops of alfalfa-clover
and small grains protected the soil
from beating rains. The soil of the
treated plot with its 16 tons of or
ganic matter per acre could soak up
more water faster than the soil of
the untreated plot with only five
tons. Less water was left to run off
and carry soil with it.
For erosion control on longer
slopes a crop rotation that includes
more years in soil protecting crops
such as legume grass mixtures is
advised. Full fields on a 12 per cent
slope such as was in this field would
need a rotation of com, winter grain
and two or three years of legume-
grass mixtures for best results. Con
tour farming, strip cropping and
terracing would help, too, to slow
down the water so that more would
have a chance to soak into the
ground.
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First community in the world to
celebrate New Year’s Day every
year is the little colony on Chatham
island. This British islet in the
South Pacific is the nearest land
area west of the International Date
Line on the 180th meridian. The
people are mostly Polynesian fisher
men, but the few British residents
hail the New Year in proper style.
Chatham is 40 miles east of New
Zealand.
Progress Continues
On New Year's Day
It was on New Year’s Day, 1852,
that the first practical fire engine
was tested.
The cable across the Pacific
ocean was completed, January 1,
1903.
Social Security administration in
augurated, 1937.
Amerigo Vespucci discovered th«
Bay of Rio de Janeiro, 1502.
Three Major Problems
Face Pork Producers
The pork producer faces three
problems as he makes plans for
1948, say Michigan State college
specialists. A short com crop, a
relatively narrow cora-hog ratic
and a stressed feed conservation
program are the problems to be
met. The danger is that too few
sows will be bred for spring pigs
and there may not be enough hogs
to consume the com crop produced
In 1948.
NEEDLECRAFT PATTERNS
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Our improved pattern—visual with ca^r-
to-see charts and photos, and complete di*
rections—makes needlework easy.
Due to an unusually large demand and
current conditions, slightly more time is
required in filling orders for a few of th*
most popular patterns.
Send your order to:
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Spanish Matador Poses
Unarmed to Fool Bull
Spain has recently revived a
dangerous form of bullfighting,
according to Collier’s, in which
the matador is unarmed and does
not fight, but attempts to make
the bull believe that he is a statue
as he poses, dressed in white
clothes, on a small white pedestal
in the center of the ring.
Out of every 10 bulls engaged,
approximately 7 are fooled at the
first glance and walk away, while
the others are not deceived until
they push the statuesque mata
dor down off the pedestal and see
his body motionless on the ground.
Occasionally, a bull is not duped
at all and the matador has to run
for his life.
— ■ ' a'
Her Reputation
A woman on holiday posed for
a snapshot in front of the classic
ruins of an ancient temple in
Greece.
“Don’t get the car into the pic
ture,” she begged, “or my hus
band will think I ran into the
place!”
Doing nothing is the most tire
some thing in the world, because
you can’t stop and rest.
Shop Talk
A jeweler’s assistant, an absent-
minded fellow, was being mar
ried. He was presenting the bride
with the ring when he hesi
tated.
“With this ring,” prompted the
minister.
“With this ring,” said the bride
groom, “we give a written guar
antee, reminding the customer
that the price will be refunded if
it is not as represented.”
Should Step It
He tvas about to leave for the office
when his wife handed hint a small par
cel.
"What’s this, dear?" he asked.
"A bottle of hair tonic.”
'"That’s very nice of you, but—er—”
"Oh, it’s not for you!” she replied.
"It’s for your typist. Her hair is coming
out badly on your coat."
One Mind
She waited at the comer, joy
ously — then pensively — then ex
pectantly — then casually — then
anxiously—and an hour passed.
“Man,” she said, “is a brute,
faithless and untrue, incapable of
keeping a promise.”
Two hundred yards down the
street he said the same things
about women. She was at the
wrong comer.
That Clinched It
“Why didn’t you say ‘Get thee
behind me, Satan?’ ” asked the
clergyman when his wife told him
she’d bought a new dress because
the devil tempted her.
“I did,” she answered, “but he
said, ‘My dear, it fits you beauti
fully at the back.’ ”
Ingenious Burglar Alarm
In Jap Temple of 1697
Few modern burglar alarms
are as ingenious as the one in the
Chioin temple in Kyoto, Japan,
which was built in the structure
when it was erected as a military
headquarters in 1697. When the
alarm is set, reverberations
caused by an intruder walking
across the wooden floor produce
sounds like the twittering of birds
in the rafters. Therefore, he is not
aware that his presence is known
until he is captured.
Aimed Right
“Jimmy!” his mother ex
claimed. “How dare you kick your
little brother in the stomach?”
“It’s his own fault, Ma. He
turned around.”
For Harmony
"What’s the matter, Jodkins?” de.
manded the bootshop manager. "Can’t
you help the customer?"
"Ho, sir!” replied the assistant. "He’s
trying to find two shoes that squeak in
the same key!"
ITS ASPIRIN AT ITS BEST
St.Joseph aspirin
WORLDS LARGEST SELLER AT 10
Grandma
SPEARIN'...
BEFORE YOU FLARE UP at
anyone’s faults, take time tO
count ten—ten of your own.
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PERSNICKETY? Why shore I
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quality. That’s why I always pick
the package that says ‘‘Table-
Grade.” Nu-Maid Table-Grade
Margarine’s made ’specially fer
the table! And that’s fer me!
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A MAN may fail many times, but
he’s really not a failure ’tU he
begins blamin’ others.*
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IT BEATS ME how people ’sped
their vegetables to turn out tasty
If they pay no mind to the sea
sonin’ they use. I’m mighty care
ful to use Nu-Maid ’cuz it tastes
good by itself.
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