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New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

systsn that ovsrspssaas the Mtds asdppi valley. the lake region and eastward to the north Atlantic coast regions yesterday has changed but little in its eastward movements as . whole. It has produced light to heavy rains over the northern states east of the Rocky Mountains and eastward over the lake region. Ohio valley. middle Atlantic and New England states. Pressure has fallen throughout the coast districts of tho Atlantic states except in Maine. An area of high pressure is over- spreading the Pacific states and Rocky mountains. Temperatures are generally lower over northern districts east of the plains states.
 Conditions favor for this vicinity unsettled showery weather with slightly higher temperature.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
"THERE ANT NO CLASSICS,

The press broadcasting depart ment of station WLW in Cincinnati has been heard from with . new yardstick of measuring music" With more than 700 radio stations on the air nightly, If not daily and nightly, it was to be expected that something like this would happen.
 "The public's conception of a classic" says Fred Smith, the cru dte director of the Cincinnati sta ton, lis a musical selection written by some one who is first of all dead. Secondly, 1t must be above compre- hension and therefore unintel- ligible."
 But 700 stations pounding the air with harmony and static every day are bound to bring q change, an upset, as it were. Consequently we hear that great many erstwhile classical selections have become popular and many popular selec- tions have become classical"
 Popular music that is already re- xarded as classical in radio circles include the Maple Leaf Rag. Gersh- wins Rhapsody in Blue'-which has been churning through the air so often that it is turning gray and the St. Louis Blues.
 Music that is approved of as standard for whatever it represents music that expresses a definite passion in the best possible way Of the person who expresses 1t. wheth- CT that person is heartbroken Negro or a heartbroken Chopin. a happy workman or an exalted Beethoven" is entitled to the honors of being classic, says the gentleman in Cincinnati. We are inclined to think he is correct.
 A lot of these Russian tunes, Spanish times, Hungarian tunes and what not which are incorporated in the classics are no better, and represent no more, than the styla of tunes mentioned. All spring from the soil, possessing an Individuality that reaches hearts. Let unbiased analytical. minded gentlemen begin dissecting the relative merits of such things and they could not help con- cluding that an American Negro tune of individuality and originality has just as much behind it, and in it, as a gipsy tune from Hungary or boat song from the Nolga.
 When he gets around to "elassi- cal' music which has become popu- lar the list tops Pike's Peak. Some are raderewski's Minuet, the Bee thoven Minlet, the Intermezzo from Cavalleria Rusticana, the Ave Maria by Schubert, the Ave Maria by Bach -Gounod, even Rachmaninoff's Prelude in c Sharp Minor. and which gets into the popular class despite the handicap Of discour- aging title"
 It is easy to agree with the di- rector that the designations class ical" and popular" are antiquated. And 1t is just as easy to conclude his designations, Superficial" pleasing but meaningless" and profound" provide more mtelli- gent system.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
mainly fill up the moving picture

mainly fill up the moving picture palaces.
 Since the Supreme Court held the law governing ticket spectators un- constitutional the spectators have been mueting the visitors to fare thee well. They have easy picking, too. as the average visitor. bent on having a good time. doesn't mind being mulcted 10 some extent. When his money is nearly gone he goes home. The natives are more particu- lar One way Of showing what they think of the spectators is to 50 to the movies. with which the ticket spectators are not concerned.
 The lacking up of New York theater prices through the co-opera- ton of the legitimate theater man. agers and the ticket spectators is something that aids the moving picture industry enormously. Seven- teen .moving picture attractions on Broadway, with the legitimate crowded off into the side streets. can be explained in various ways: but none is more potent than the difference in price between a first class picture show-and the elab- crate fixings that 60 with it-and the regular shows. The film houses operate their amusement at the lowest possible price; their rivals operate to give their amusement at the highest possible price. The re- suit cannot be otherwise than what we have.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
Horses Kick Fatal
 To Springfield Man

Springfield, Mass, May 24 tR) --- searching for him when he failed to arrive home at the scheduled hour. Jacob PosnicR was lying in he hospital dying from the effects of horses kick. He succumbed shortly afterWard.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
Hearing Next Month on Sunday Afternoon Shows

4 public hearing on the proposed enactment of an ordinance to per- init Sunday afternoon moving pic. ture shows will bs held in the early part of next month at date to be announced later. Chairman David L. Nair of the committee on ordinances said today. A report will be ready for the next meeting of the common council to make possible operation of the ordinance on July 1. provided favorable ac- tion is taken on petition now be- fore the council.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
Achievement is

making money" Achievement Is more to his liking.
 It Is refreshing to note that peo- pie very much in tle public eye are refusing to kneel before the sod of mammon.t That tn itself is achiev- ing something.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
COMPANY I CORPS MEETING

The annual meeting Of Co. l, Veteran Corps. 1st Inf, C. N. G.. will be held "Wednesday evening at s,15 o'clock in the state armory on Arch street. Officers will be elected and reports of retiring off, ccrs will be read and acted upon. The committee in charge has planned T ~ala entertainment for the evening,
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

They are talking of nominating Senator Bingham as vice. president on the. C. o. P. ticket. Unless we know our junior senator incorrectly, nothing but the nomination for president will satisfy.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

One thing about Lindbersh that has not been played up: When he crossed the ocean alone in the dead of night it was clear he was not afraid of spooks nor afraid to be abroad alone in the dark.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
That Baby You've
 Longed For
Mrs Burton Advises Women on Mother.
 hood and Companionship

yfs. Burton Advises Women on Mothees
 hood and COmpanionship
 'For several years I was denied the blessing of motherhood." writes Mrs. Margaret Burton of Kansas City. 1T was terribly. nervous and subject to period. of terrible suffering and melancholia. Now l am the proud mother of beau. tful littie daughter and true compau. ion and inspiration to my husband believe hundreds of other women would like to know tho secret of my happi- ness. and will gladly reveal it to any married woman who will write me" Mrs. Burton offers her advice entirely without charge. She has nothing to sell. Letters should be addressed to Mrs. Mare garet Burton, SoS3 Massachusetts. Kan. sas City. Mo- Correspondence will b. strictly confidential.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
u.nh., Aodlt Bureau of Circulation

Member Aadit Bureau of Circulation rhs 4. B. c. 10 . national organization which furnishes newspapers and adVer- tisess with a strictly honest analyhs oi circulation. Our circulation statistics arc based upon this audit. This insures pro- lection against fraud in newspaper dis trtbution hgures to both national and local advertisers
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

One of the summer ads of the New Haven railroad has a lobster playing a cello. That ought to pro- vide music fit to eat.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

The worlds most ungrateful task: Waiting on the sidewalk for a trolley car while the rain pours down.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

It may be worth wondering whether anybody Is saving the papers for Lindbergh to read when he gets back.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
DOROTHY's DILEMMA!

DOROTHY'S DILEMMA! Little Dorothy came home from school one day and said. Mother l had to stand up in class today Il told you they would punish you if you were naughty" scolded her mother
 \ Now, mother. don't scold," cau- toned Dorothy, T got extinguished mention"
 --C. D. Eastman.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Perhaps .the rich are unhappy but 1t isn't like being unhappy about the price of half-soes.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Traffic cop of the future: Your Honor. I seen him hidin' behind a cloud impersonatin' an officer"
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

There's q dark side. Rain means a double header. but it also means the peanuts will be re-roasted and tough.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

There's a bright side. Whatever wiped oA the ancient cities also wiped out the mortgages.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Tho Herald 10 on sale daily in Ne| York at Aotaling's Newsstand, Times Square; schultz's Newsstands. Entrance Grand Central, 4cnd Street
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Don't scorn the man who won't look you in the face while talking to you. You may have that kind of face.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

"No," said the gangster: we don't want no chicken in this out fit: we can hatch our own plots
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Yet it's easier to please one boss than to be the boss and please all those bosses called the public.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Once it required character to say No" Now government says it for you and there isn't so much need of character.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Correct this sentence: "1f friend wife Wants to show her legs said the d-fashioned man, its all right with me-
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Hell, for many . wife, will be a place where her husbands people are superior to hers and she can't brag.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

There isn't much you can do by way of protest against tea hounds who rouge except to chew tobacco.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Husband having the last word I'm sorry dear. You play bridge better than I because you're SC much smarter"
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

You can tell. The upper class IS the one that doesn't cheer lustlly when some critic berates 1t.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Member of tho Associated Prsss The Associated Pyess A exclusively en. titled to the use for republication of ell news credited to tt or not otherwise credited in this paper and also local news published therein.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

The best entertainment for idlers is provided by the stage and the steam shovel.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Americanism: Trying hard to think opera entertainment instead of a social event.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
FactsondFancies
BY ROBERT CULLEN

Biology: The hated book yer sion of what a kid learns on the farm without a book.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
MANY RUSSIANS IDLE


 Moscow.-A recent report to tho Labor Commissariat is that there arc 1,2ss,ooo unemployed in Rus sia. TRe Hooking of peasants to the cities is blamed.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Alas! by the time you have money to burn, your old flames have home fires of their own.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

It isn't that modern girls like old CT men but that they like fatter purses.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
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New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

 A Dlotter Ues HoWtles pe4 Rastus: Mandy. why doss yo' sut yo' face wifi dat ink an darken 70 eyebrows wifi . lead pencil?" Mandy: ''Ah wants to maintain nah correspondence school complex ion!"
 Victor Perida
 So Much Rcd She rubbed rouge on her cheeks continually. \ Her husband, tired of seeing his wife daub 50 much red on her face. asked:
 Whats the idea of painting your face like that?"
 why" replied the wife. smiling. T want to retain my schoolgirl complexion" You must have gone to the Car lisfe School for Indians!"
 Ernest D. Novice. Copyright 1927. Reproduction
 Forbidden).
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

MY CALENDAR OF WORRY
 By Wallace M. Bayliss I worry in January Because fear I'll never live to seS The last of those cigars my wife
 gave me! l worry in February Because the coal pile dwindles SC
 blamed fast It seems as if it certainly cant
 last! l worry in March Because fear my conscience may
 grow lax
 When I am making out my in.
 come tax! l worry in April Because the family will say, I fear I've ought to get new sedan this
 year." worry i'll May Because, despite the catalogues. ] can't Decide just what seed and how
 much to plant! 1 worry in June Because the gifts we must give
 those who wed ..- May plunge me into debt heels
 over head! I worry in July Because l dread the night of ar gument About where our vacation shall be spent! I worry in August Because I'll hear, no matter where we go What made us come here, l would like to know!" I worry in September Because school starts-at home I'll have to stick To help the children with arith- metic! 1 worry in October Because l love to hunt, and yet fear
 Some fool may shoot me, thinking Pm deer! l worry in November Becau- the seasons getting rather late
 And I must change from light to heavyweight! worry in December For fear the Christmas cards l picked won't be As nice as those my friends will send to me! THE MATERIAL HE WANTED
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Copyright 1927, Publishers ,Syndi-
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New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

Home goes up in smoke" says the Baltimore Sun. It's rotten gram mar. The word should be speech
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
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New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
LIFTING THE FACE TO A
 HIGHER PLAIN

(As it reached the FUN SHOP Joke Factory)
 Mandy: Liza, what fo' yo all rub bin dat burnt cork on yo' face?" Liza: ''Doan yo' know. Mandy? It's kaise ah wants to keep nah night school compleNion!"
 Martha Bartell. (Aud how other FUN SHOP con- tributors wrestled with iD-
 The Ads Tcil Us To
 Hubert; Ut was dead giveaway when the professor found rouge on Jenkins cheeks where he had rub- bed them against those of a coed while necking."
 Storrs: There was nothing wrong about that. He wanted to retain her, school girl complexion." -Winifred Grierson.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

The rest of the administration may be dry, but at this time of the year the weather bureau goes wet!
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

WE NEED SOME NEW ONES,
 FOLKS! Blacksmiths are out of style, it's true Since prancing steeds became so few, But "chestnuts" spreading through the land Prove jokesmiths should be in demand!
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
THE MATERIAL HE WANTED

Horton: I'd like to get a new straw hat" -Clerll (slightly deaf): "Hey?" Horton: NO, straw!"
 Mrs. Joseph F. Clancy.
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
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New Britain herald., 1927-05-24

BRRR! Lucille: "Oh. did you see my pic, ture in Sundays paper?" La Verne: No. 1 never read the comic supplements"
New Britain herald., 1927-05-24
The Ads Tcil lis To

(And how other FUN SHOP con- lributors wrestled with iO-
Evening star., 1927-05-29
There Seemed Always Be the Refuge of Imaginary World

thin posts upholding a sagging porch,
and roses, as though embarrassed by
their surroundings. Smoke spiraled
lazly from chimney whose slimness
denied the existence of fireplaces.
From the barn, a snake fence ambled
toward the road, and while Margery
watched. a SOW wrigGled her body be-
meath it and advanced. almost ma
liciously, across the lawn toward the
yeranda. grunting to her litter.
Told you it wasn't much to write
home about. baby" Oliver was saying
cheerfully. Wen get a coat of paint
tired. aren't you? You look SO pale"'
He lifted her into his arms, and be-
meath the hot sun the world became
black, as he carried her up the path.
Lift the bride over the threshold
that's a good omen. isn't it, honey?"
He kissed her unresponsive lips set
her down on the sofa. in an uncur-
tanned room which appeared to be tho
living room. "Lordy, it's wonderful
to have you here: My little girl"'
He knelt before her. his arms about
her waist. his face buried in her lap,
and Margery stared DULY over his
head, out through the window at the
Cherokee roses which hung from the
porch.
\ S the train swept out Of sight, and
she could no longer see Ollie,
waving to her. Margery stood irreso-
lutte before she turned and climbed
into the car. Half past eight--and
she would be alone until six. when
she was TO meet Ollie here at the
station.
More than 10 hours alone. Drearily
she turned the car about, proceeded
up the road toward the house. AS
she approached it., tears blurred her
eyes. 1t was bad enough when Ollie
was there, but without him! Desper-
ately her foot pressed downward upon
the accelerator and the car shot past
it. She wouldn't go back there now;
she couldn't. Memory told her that
she was pursuing the path which they
had taken down from Jacksonville,
three days before.
Not that road!
A cart-path, deep-rutted, led at
least in a different direction, and She
turned the car into it. Moving
slowly, jerkily. she drove and wept.
She hadn't written to her mother. She
must write to her mother. She Sob
bed, noisily.
Sweeping toward her, a cool breeze
blew back her hair and dried the
tears on her lashes. The road curved
abruptly; against the sky group of
white pines lowered majestically,
straight and unbroken. like masts of
ships, until, so high that she had to
bend back her head to see, they broke
into feathered mass Of green needles.
Below them, a carpet for royalty, the
brown of the swamp was speckled
with the clear blue and gold of thick
growing pinguicula.
The volume of the breeze was in.
creasing, whipping her hair loose
Evening star., 1927-05-29

her brain could not admit the knowl-
edge.
1t separated him from it more COM
pletely than she thought anything
could have done. He owned it--and
spoke of it so! Kind of pretty. If he
had never seen it, if she could have
led him, blindfolded. to it. let it's
beauty burst upon him, unprepared,
unarmed :. but he owned it.
Suddenly she found herself looking
at him across the chasm that separated
him from the dream. A nice boy,
Ollie, a nice, we'll hammered, handsome
bo., who would do well. -. She
turned the photograph absently in her
cold hands.
On the hlotter before her lay the
two photographs. Ollie's house-and
hers. She pushed aside the one of his
house and tenderly turned over on it's
face the other. Her pen dived into
the inkwel
This" she wrote, lis my house.
mother. darling
She inserted it into the envelope,
sealed the flap.
X X * X
A DREAM of perfection Is a fragile
thing. yet Margery found no diff
ficulty in maintaining this dream Of
her house, for the house was actual,
tangible dream come true, and by
comparison it was Oliver and divers
house which were unsubstantial and
ephemeral. She woke in the morning
smiling at the thought of it, and Ollie,
sleeping by her side, was a beloved.
but irrelevant, quantity The dream
possessed her completely.
She had found the key to the house
easily enough. and desperately jealous
though she had become of anything
which might blur the perfection of
her paradise, she felt no hesitation at
turning it in the lock. The house
was there as completely as though it
had been built in answer to her
thoughts of it, and she knew, even
before the door creaked open, that the
square hall would be just SO. with
dusty portraits of dead Marshalls
upon the walls. and the staircase
turning as it turned. gracious and
graceful.
During that month Margery did the
Evening star., 1927-05-29

work OF three women. A supervision
of the housework at divers house, as
impersonal as though she were hired
expert, then across that winding road
to the house by the river. There was
nothing impersonal about her activi-
ties there. Inside and outside she
cleaned and scrubbed and made order,
and she did not think, nor did she dare
to think, of the day when her work
should be completed.
Happy, baby?" Oliver would ask
her when he returned-alWayS now
to find her crisp and fresh and ready,
with her days work behind her and
the next days relegated to the morrow,
waiting for him.
"Awfully happy, Ollie" And her
soft blue eyes would slip across his
face, vague and clouded with dreams.
But Oliver Marshall knew that some.
thing was wrong.
what do you do all day, baby?"
he demanded.
'Oh. don't know--I'm busy"
He studied her perplexedly.
"Would you like to have your
mother come down and visit us?" She
was so young, only 49,. and she had
never been separated from her home
for SO long before.
"On, no.! she started abruptly,
and Ollie read alarm in her eyes. She
smiled and cuddled against him, hid
ing her face on his shoulder. Hon
estly, I'm perfectly happy"
Have her mother come down-her
mother, who wouldn't understand!
She watched Ollie anXiously. He must
get that thought out of his head.
He held her close.
You're an elf" he told her. "a
changeling- child" His arms tight
ened in panic at the truth of his
fancy. "Oh, Margery, you do love me,
don't you? You're not-disappoint-
ed?"
collie. darling"' She clung to him,
realizing that she should find more
room in her mind for this boy who
Evening star., 1927-05-29

loved her so much, and who at least
had brought her to her dream. She
loved him, too-of course, she loved
him! She stroked his hair and Won
dered what she could do. 1t wasn't
fair to Ollie! Could she tell him?
Could she take him by the hand and
lead him there, into the dream?
x * X
THAT afternoon, in the garden by
the river. she had read verses.
One poem had been in her head all
evening-but Ollie wouldn't under
stand! She recalled the last stanza.
He whom a dream hath possessed treads
From the dust of the days long road he
And ,na Leaps to amghing Est star b, view.
from eternal arches
And rides Gods battlefield in a flashing
and golden car.
Worlds that fall, But her world
mustn't fall! 1t mustn't! And if she
shared it with Ollie
II think it would be nice for you to
have some one here" he persisted.
You seem-oh, lonesome, baby"
II don't want any one. l tell YOU.
wish you wouldn't bother. / wish
you'd leave me alone"'
He watched her move away from
him, unresisting. That's just it,
baby" he said soberly. but why do
you want to be let alone?"
She stared at him, her eyes clouGed,
angry at his insistence.
He didn't understand! Oliver knew
that-and he knew, too, that she didn't
want him to. He watched her from
the train window, waiting to wave
him good-by; waiting but quivering
with impatience ITO be gone. Gone
where? What did she do all day?
What was this thing that held them
so apart? Why did she want to be
let alone?
Before his traipahad reached Jack
sonville Margery was out of his house
and on the way 10 that other. Leaps
to a laughing START" But some-
how there was no laughter today as
she approached it. Everything was
wrong. u
Why must Ollie try to intrude upon
this one perfect thing Of her Life? She