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The Coconino sun., 1925-09-11
IF IT'S SO NICE WHY
NOT DO 1T AGAIN!

Wild Raudebaugh and Bud Waters,
each driving his car, had friendly
collision near the Elks' club Wednes-
day noon. One Of Wid's tenders and
Buds radiator suffered. Both men
were driving fairly slow, but the COM
bination Of a bug on Buds arm and
too much sudden gas in Wid's car
buretor brought them together. Each
blames himself, which is refreshing
novelty.
The Coconino sun., 1925-09-11
LYNCH ASSISTANT COACH
COLLEGE MEMS ATHLETICS

f. H Lynch will teach chemistry
and physics at Flagstaff Teachers col
lege this coming year. Lynch made a
wonderful record at the University of
Arizona in athletic work and football
enthusiasts will be delighted to know
that part Of his duties here will be to
assist in coaching
The Coconino sun., 1925-09-11
WALLS OF NEW COLLEGE
GYM SOON TO GO UP

Work on the new physical education
building and gymnasium at Flagstaff
Teachers college will soon begin to
show above ground. The big swim
ming pool required lot Of blasting
through solid rock, but this is nearly
finished and Contractor N. P. Agren
will pile the Flagstaff red sandstone
up in a hurry as soon as concrete IS
poured for the basement walls. The
building will be 110x80 feet.
The Coconino sun., 1925-09-11
TEACHERS IN FLAGSTAFF
SCHOOLS RETURNED FROM
MANY VACATION POINTS

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New Britain herald., 1925-11-20
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Bradford knew all the time it was I and she had the effrontery to tell me that she would gladly deny it to the minister if I would write her letter and tell her I was not wearing a short or low-neckcd dress.
 '1ll tell you, John," said my mother T wrote her q letter she'll remember and I am going to Mir. Gibson telling him what I think of the whole scandal-monging crew that lives in the village. I would not live in my old home a week if they'd give me the whole town for doing so."
 Mother told me all this when I suggested, as you requested, that perhaps she would like to go back to her old home and visit while you were away. I guess my dear, that that is "out" as far as getting mother away is concerned. You see, am using movie language saying "out" when l would ordinarily say of" I'm preparing 10 be very professional when Miss Pcrier comes to film her picture at the mill. I'm really quite excited over the matter and though it will cost us a good deal in loss Of time, for every man in the shift will he filled with curiosity, and really lit He will be done I think 1t will be very good publicity.
 Sally Athcrton has fallen in love with Miss Pericr which surprises me as, you know, she does not care very much for women. If you were only going 10 hc here l think it would be great fun but l feel more than usually lost,
 will write you about thc babies tomorrow.
 Ever your loving husband, Jack.
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

what had happened. And that was a good thing for Buster for that hunter had a terrible gun and he had gone to the Green Forest for the special purpose of shooting Buster Bear. By the time he had re- covered from his scare enough to remember that he had a gun in his hands Buster had disappeared.
 Yes, Buster was in a hurry when he left that hunter. There was but one thought in that black head of his and this was 10 get away from that terrible gun as quickly as he could. He diln.t think of where he was going or what others might think who saw him running. He didn't care. So he plunged head long trough brush and over logs and between trees and kept right on in his way long after he was far beyond all danger from that hunter with the terrible gun.
 Now it happened that Lightfoot the Deer was lying down in a 'hicket drowsing. He was lying in such a way that the wind blew in his face so that if it carried the scent of an approaching enemy he
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20
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knew q flossy little pony in c pink dress tried to get me to dance. Mel And when told them l was boss here they sent for a couple of strong-arms and tried to pitch me out Of my own house."
 John W. Brooke. rtill garbed in hat and overcoat paused, panting.
 Where's Alice?" he demanded Tn bed?"
 Constance shook her head faint ly. Alice was dancing somewhere, reveling in new-found liberty.
 Where's Bill?"
 "Oh, he's around somewhere. Shall I call him?"
 MT. Brooke made a gesture of dis gust.
 None of my children at the door to meet me-" he acclaimed angrily. Nobody but pack of strangers and 6 party"
 You're looking awfully well, father" said Constance soothingly. You look younger
 "Cut 1t out" he commanded per- emptorily. five heard that stuff be- fore. don't look awfully well, and I'm not younger. Do you hear' I'm older. by several weeks. And l feel sick"
 "Father!"
 "Sick of all this tomfoolery, l mean. I came back, looking for a quiet life, and I might as well have butted into Coney Island mardi gras."
 H. Hedge stepped forward.
 "Please consider that the party is In honor of your homecomeing, " he said. "A sort Of house warming"
 John w. Brooke turned a baleful glare in the direction Of the speak CT. He placed his hands on his hips, spread his legs wide apart, and studied H. Hedge from head to feet.
 Who In blazes are you?" he de- lnanded.
 This is MT. Hedge, father" said Constance hurriedly.
 Hedge? Why, that's the upstart who ordered these flunkies to throw me out"
 "Just a part Of the surprise, Mr. Brooke" observed II. Hedge with winning smile. "Of course we didn't really mean it, you know" |"
 The smile was lost upon the oWn- CT of the mansion.
 "Oh, you didn't mean it!" he till I get hold of the police and you'l find out whether ] mean something. By Jingo, there's couple of cops now.'
 Two men in uniform had enter cd the hall.
 "Wheres the nut?" asked the foremost. Somebody 'phoned they had an old party with an empty attic"
 H. Hedge stepped quickly forward and whispered to the officer.
 Escaped, eh?' said the police man. Which way did he go?"
 Ran north a block, and then around the corner" answered Hedge briskly. You may get him if you
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20
Says Ed Skinl1iest
 Man In Town

Chccrup, Ed -- things aren't as bad as they look to you right now. Many hundreds of skinny, gaunt, emaCiated men looked even worse than you do till someone told them about McCoy's Cod Liver Oil Com pound Tablets Uhe new way to take Cod Liver OiD and how 1t would put pounds of good firm, healthy flesh on their bones in just q few weeks.
 Nothing like these health crcat- ing, weight producing tablets for skinny, undcrweight men, as thou sandG can testify. Start 10 take them today -- GO rabletS--G0 cents at the Dickinson Drug Co. or any druggist anywhere.
 And listen; if they don't put pounds Of good flesh on you in 90 days, your druggist is authorized to hand you back the money you paid for them.
 That's fair enough, but he sure - very sure that you get McCoys Cod Liver Oil Compound Tabjets- the original and genuine.
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

BraEtast S'rwod prunos' r"roaj rhin cream scrambled ,ggs on toast, crisp hu'rorci toast, milk. coffee.
 Vegetable stew. ry, bread, apple saucr, mo'assrs cook ics. milk, trn.
 Dinner Boll'1 hal1ut ,eg sanc". poDators i'm parsley butter, mashed ,urups. Grad lct'ucn win French dressing. cheese sandwiches, mincr pie milk. conor.
 or course children under t,n yrars of age may mol indulge in mlnrr pie. but their elders may. Please notice that thr meat course is light and easily IiEcs'cI that there is TO heavy salad or vegetable in 'hls dinner menu. Minre pie finishing .uch a meal can do no harm tn prown.up diEostions However, if mincc pie forms 'he dessert after a '.rayy dinner even grown persons viii find soufo iinicnlfy in dIgcstine g
 Tho rauu"ts1.s served Riih The salad are male or graham bread ar1 cream cheese.
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

Have you ever seen Bustsr Bear run? Buster looks 10 be so clumsy that it isn't easy 10 imagine him running very fast. But when Buster is in q. hurry he can get over the ground at surprising speed. Buster was in a hurry when he left that hunter who unknowingly had treed him there in the Green Forest, and whom he had surprised and scared by dropping down beside him with out warning. Yes. indeed, Buster was in a hurry, I doubt if ever in all his life he had been in more of a hurry. He was down that hill and out of sight amongst the trees be- fore that hunter really understood
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

Lillian already knew that every thing l had would be shared with her, and I have taken the first op- portunity to tell you of my good fortune. As far as this establish ment goes, you need not trouble yourself to send anything to 1t until you get upon your feet again. think 1t Is a very good thing also that you will be too busy to come home for awhile. We certainly are getting upon each others nerves to an alarming extent, and I think vacation will be the best thing for both of us. There is only one favor I wish to ask of you, and that is not to do anything to spoil your mothers enjoyment of her trip South"
 I'm not a spoil sport" he said sulkily. But you needn't be so high and mighty. shall send you some money from time to time"
 It was upon my tongue to say that I would not use 1t, but the realization that we would not see each other for a number of weeks, smothered the words. Instead substituted one of Dicky's favorite expressions.
 The Quarrel Ends
 AS you please" I replied coldly, then moved toward the door.
 Fathers room will be ready for you in five minutes" said in ordi- nary tones. Good night"
 Woman-like, I secretly hoped that he would catch me before I reached the door, swing me around into one of his rough embraces, and kiss me as he often had done before when we had staged similar parting Indeed l am not sure that I would not have run to him myself if he had shown the least sign of yielding his cold. repellant attitude. But his Goodnight" was as cold as my own. and as I shut the door behind me, l realized that never since we were married had We had just such a farewell as this.
 Angry, tempestuous scenes there had been, with Dicky rushing out and slamming the door behind him only to come back a few minutes or hours later, royalty repetant. But there was a coldnes6-and a care- lessness in Dicky's attitude, and l knew in mine also-that made me tremble with an undefnable fear Was it possible that he and I were beginning
 l shook the fear from me, well comed an entirely different emotion a sense of freedom. With Dicky definitely out of my life for few weeks, with the remembrance of Edith Fairfax ahsolving me from any sense of guilt concerning any remissness Of duty toward my hus- band, with plenty of money of my own in my pocket I was at last free to take up the search for Hugh Grantland.
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20
BEGIN HERE TO-DAY

JOHN W. BROOKE. widower and father of three grown children, Constance. Billy and Alice, has been away for several weeks since ar- ranging with a firm of efficiency ex- perts to manage his home. He re- turns unexpectedly to find his Fifth avenue mansion ablaze with lights, strange servants in attendance and strange guests celebrating the en- gagement of Constance to H. Hedge. tho man who is supposed to be running the household on an economic basis.
 He tells the butler at the door that he is the owner of the place and is held captive pending the arrival of tho police. Hedge, who has never met Brooke, tells Constance about the incident at the door. and from 8 | description by Hedge she assures him that the supposed lunatic is undoubtedly her father.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 This was his day of reckoning; this the hour for him to render an account Of his stewardship. He made swift survey of the revelers about him and of the glories that had been achieved by dollars. Then. setting his shoulders stiffly, he fol- | lowed Constance into the hall. He found her hugging the lunatic.
 What in Sam Hill has struck this | place?" demanded John w. Brooke, after submitting to the enthusiastic salutations of his daughter. Who are these servants here? What do they mean by throwing me out of my house?"
 They didn't know you, father" said Constance soothingly.
 But what are they doing here And who are all these people?" We're giving a party, father dear"
 "A party! What for?" "Why-just for fun," faltered Constance.
 l hl. pIOOhC ptl htg tt IAlN NiiN<A ampled richness of his environment and fastened a steely blue glance upon his daughter.
 "So, it's a party is, it? That's 8 fine way to welcome your father home - ,lugging several hundred people into my house with strange | gang of servants"
 But, father, dear, we didn't eX- pcct you. Not for ever so long. You see it's nowhere near the 18th of February. It's only a little after New Years"
 Constance vas infinitely more 1 nervous than was her wont, even with John w. Brooke in a tantrum.
 "So" he parked. Just because l come home unexpectedly ] catch you at it, do l? And you call this a party I call it riot"
 Constance cast a nervous glance at H. Hedge, who was a pace in the background.
 Do you know what they did to me?' demanded NIT. Brooke. "The! led me into the library, before
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20
Vegetable stew


 On" cup cooked diced carrots. 1-@ cup diced cooked iurrip, 1-@ cup diced cooked celery, l-c cup tiny cooked onions, cup canned peas, l cup canned foma'o,e. houill0n cube, tablespoon butter, ! tahlr- poon -four, ! cup boiling water. . cups boil'.l rice 2 tablespoons gra'- ri cNors",1 teaspoon sugar, l-2 ten spon yalt. l-S teaspoon p'ppcr.
 Melt huiror stir in flour and slow 1y adl wafer with bouillon cube dis solved in il Firing 10 the boiling point and boil iir" minutes. Add Hrrrtablcs. enlt sugar and pepper and slmmrP 15 minutes. Max" q border of rice on deep platter. Sprinkle with cheese and fill with vegetable mixture Put into hot oven long though to melt the cheese. This is an excellent way tn use up his of lcft-ptrr vegetables, r. gravy Is l"u from ,ho immediately prcCcd ing dinner it can be used in place or thc sauce made with the bouillon cubc
 (Copyright, 1925, NEA Service, Incl
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

hurry"
 The two officers were retreating, when Mir, Brooke broke loose from his daughters grasp and ran after them.
 "Hey!" he cried. "If you're look ing for nut, here's one"
 He pointed to H. Hedge.
 Lock him up!' he cried He tried to throw me out of my own house. Maybe he's burglar. too."
 Constance interceded hurriedly.
 Father Now, don't make q scene about things, You don't un- derstan at all. Send those officers away and then let me explain"
 T don't intend to have that man In my house one minute longer" stormed MT. Brooke. "knd I'm go- ing to clear out the whole crowd, too."
 "S-sh-father! Officers, please go away. l am Miss Brooke, and every thing is all right. My father doesn't understand the situation yet"
 You bet I don't"
 Come, father, we're going into the library to have a talk"
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

would be sure to get 1t. His big ears kept moving to catch every little sound. You see, Lightfoot knew that the season of dreadful fear had come, the hunting season. So, though he drowsed he drowsed lightly and his nose and his big ears were constantly at work.
 A crash in the brush brought Iightfoot 10 his feet like flash and there he stood motionless. his great soft eyes wide with fear, his ears forward. his legs get for a quick spring. Out from among some small spruce trees and straight into that very thiCliet plunged Buster Bear. With a snort of fright Lightfoot bounded away in another direction, bounded as if there were great springs in his legs. His first thought had been that Buster Bear was after him. But, when after the first few bounds he found that Buster was running | in quite another direction, he began 10 wonder.
 "Buster Rear was frightened. Yes, sir, Buster Bear was frighten- cd. as frightened as ever I have been in all my life" said Lightfoot 10 himself as he stood in a distant thiCket looking and listening. Now, what could have frightened him | like that? He wasn't after me at all, but was running away from something. I don't know Of any thing that could give great big 1 Buster Bear such a scare as that excepting a hunter with a terrible gun. That must be what it was. Ii must be that Buster saw a hunter If that is so I must be on the watch. That hunter probably is looking for mo. wonder just where he is. It is a lot easier when one knows just where danger is My, such a fright as Buster Bear gave me! l fear I will not get over it all day. I certainly won't until ] , know what frightened him."
 Meanwhile Buster Bear had gone crashing on, frightening half to : death all the little people who hap pened to be within hearing of the noise he made. So, by the time he stopped to get his breath and anxi- ously look back all that part oi the Green Forest through which he had passed was holding its breath SO to speak. and wondering what dreadful danger was abroad. You know how when you throw a stone widening and widening and going | In water the little circles keen farther and farther in all direc- tions. Well. it was just that way with the fear that that hunter start cd when he frightened Buster Bear. For some time all was so still over there in the Green Forest that 1 had you happend along there you wouldn't have known that there were any little people anywhere about.
 The next story: 'The Hunted Hunter"
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20
WHOLE WORLD CONTRI-
 RITES TO MEDICINE

Ginger from India-Iodine from Chile - Olive oil from Italy-Ep- som Salts from Menthol from Japan and roots and herbs from almost every country in the world contribute their share to- wards allcviating the ills of the race. No other medicine, however, compounded from roots and herbs has ever attained such a marve- lous record for success as has .ydia E. pinkham's Vegetable Compound. For over fifty years il has been overcoming some Of the most stubborn ailments Of woman- hood. and is constantly growing in popularity and favor.
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

Priscilla stood silent, holding up her arms in horror al the news which tho messenger had brought. But John Alden, feeling suddenly free, l"aprd 10 his feet as if the arrow which had killed his friend had severed the bonds which held him captive. In mingled joy rr- grct and pain he claspcd Priscilla 10 his heart,
 Priscilla ha1 loved John Alden for long time and gladly con- scented to become his wife. And so thc wedding day was st and all tho Pilgrims invited to come 10 see them married by the good Elder of Plymouth.
 Tn" wedding day dawncd hcauti- rul and rlouduoss, The Pilgrims all gal a'h,r.d 70 sc" the happy young couple married, Just as the scry- ice was ended a dark form ap- pcarrd in tho doorway.
 tHcrc Is 'hc Elder Of Plymouth. Make his shit a dark grey, with black belt. shoes and stockings. His heir should b, left whitcD
 CCopyright, 1925, Associated
 Editors, Incl
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20

The library's full Of maniacs dancing" beloved John W. Brooke Then we'll go upstairs in your rooms. Come now like a dear old daddy"
 MT. Brooke suffered himself to be led upstairs, and the policemen, at peremptory sign from H. Hedge, departed.
 The sitting-room of John W. Brooke presented a normal appear ance to his eyes, but when he step- ped into the bedroom he stopped short.
 "Who owns those pants?" he de- manded, pointing to garment hanging over the back of a chair. Not mine. Who owns those neck ties? Those are not my hair | brushes. What the devil, Connie-'' Constance, who had been follow ing, hesitated.
 And say, where's the man in charge of this house?" demanded her father, suddenly remembering. I'm the man." said the voice of H. Hedge, who had also followed upstairs. Brooke wheeled upon him with below.
 You"
 That is, l was until this morn ing, l sent in my resignation"
 H. Hedge was calm and still smil- ing.
 You want me to understand that you're the man sent here by the Economy and Efficiency people?"
 There are my credentials You signed them," said Hedge, placidly, exhibiting the document.
 MT. Brooke swallowed once or twice as he glared at the paper.
 And is this the way you've-been running my house?"
 IN; not the way I did run 1t. But, as l said, I quit running it this morning; that is, running it on that plan."
 Are you running this shindig Tlownstairs?" inquired MT. Brooke ominously.
 T was--for a time. But it's run ming itself very nicely now"
 He rap the house beautifully father" ssAd Constance nervously Truly"
 H. Hedge grinned at her.
 Well, by the eternal" exploded John W. Brooke. q hired q man tc run this house on the basis of econo, my, and l got a guarantee with it And l come home to find myself in, suited and thrown out, with a lot ot strange servants on the place ant my money being spent as if I wa. the government treasury. Where dc come in? What does it all mean That's what 1 want totknow. Who authorized this blowout?"
 "Oh, l authorized it." said H Hedge promptly. And organized it. It's sort of a double -barreled affair, you see. On one hand, it's 6 surprise party for you, sir"
 And that's no lie!" boomed MT Brooke.
 "On the other hand, it celebrate, the announcement of your daugh. ter's engagement"
 John w. Brooke turned purpl, and whirled upon his daughter.
 Engagement! You engaged?"
 Constance nodded and blushed.
 Who in blazes top
 Me" answered H. Hedge.
 Well, I'll be-"
 Mir. Brooke finished the sentcnct in fit Of choking that alarmed hi \ daughter. .t
 Engaged" he repeated duly after he had recovered speech. "M. daughter engaged-and 10 this thinl here. Say, let's all go down t' ] Bellevue and have our heads ex
New Britain herald., 1925-11-20
Letter from John Alden Prescott tC
 Leslie PrcsCott-Continuc

I've had q great laugh handed me since you left. In fact. it is the only time l have laughed and mother has been the unconscious medium Of giving it to me. You re member that old maid, Priscilla Bradford, do you not?
 had completely forgotten her. for We had not heard from her since we left Albany you know, Well, Priscilla wrote mother the other day and told her that the scandal had permeated among her old ncighbors that she was not only wearing the abbreviated skirts which every woman. young or old, Is now doing. but that she had the temcrity to go down 10 dinner in a public dining room with a gown showing her shoulders and minus sleeves, altogether.
 Adding insult to injury, this Bradford woman said she had learned this dircful news from the lips of one Orson Gibson. l recog- nized the name immediately as that of the man who had paid mother some attention at Atlantic City.
 It seems that his brother and wife, who are very conservative country people, have rented moth CTS house.
 You can imagine how angry she was when she got the letter from her old friend. In lt, Priscilla Brad ford said that she was quite sure Mr. Gibson must have been quite mistaken. that he must have met some other woman of the same name.
 Lying old maid" said mother as she told me this. Priscilla