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Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24
THEATERS

The front line trenches of shell.
torn France during the most crucial
period Of the World War introduces
RinTinTin to the screen in new
environment in "Dog of the Regi-
ment,' his latest Warner Bros
starring vehicle, which comes to
the Palace Theatcr tomorrow.
Rin-Tin-Tin appears as a Red
Cross dog behind the German lines
The story opens in Germany In
peace times. \ few years elapse
and the principals are thrown into
the heated upheaval of the World
War. Romance vies with loyalty IN
this remarkable story which sees at
one of its most critical points, the
aviator sentenced to death, while
the nurse, his sweetheart, is torn
between devotion to him and to her
country. Rin-Tin-Tin portrays his
most heroic role in GA Dog of the
Regiment
\ sensational "holdup' of a
New York night club, staged from
police reports and newspaper ac.
counts of similar occurrence, is
the big thrill given by Lon CLANCY
and large east as one of the de-
tails of "The Big City, Chaney's
new }Ietro-GoldwynMayer vehicle,
COMING to the Valley Theater to.
morrow.
The story, a vivid drama of city
life in New York, shows CLANCY
as the chief OF n group of gang
sters, in a plot of gansster war
fare and underworld intrigue. Mar
celine Day PLAYS the heroine, a
shopgirl enmeshed in the plot, and
James Murray the juvenile lead, a
Young henehman of the gangster
ear. Betty Compson, Mathew
Betz, John George, Virginia Pear
son and others of note are in the
east. e
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

The dairymen of the Tulare dis
trict last month received checks
totalling 1913, 3,729.Sl.
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

Bakery Buys Property. - An.
nouncement was made this morning
that the j. j. Mays property on
West Main street has been sold to
the Cramer Baking company of San
Diego. The deal is at present in
escrow with the Security Title In
surance and Guarantee company. 1t
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

Phone 96e, LOAD Poultry Ranch,
1852 Woodward. Turkeys, fat hens,
tryers, soft bone roosters, dressed
10 order. adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

Do You Know That you can get
cash on your automobile, payable
over a period of twelve months and
that the rates are very reasonable,
Sterling Securities Co., 660 Main
st. Fred Cross, Mgr. adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

Get Your ice at the Fifth Street
Service Station. adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

DR.. J. A. bowman, Osreopathie
Physician. 532 Main st. Phone la.
adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

We Pay the Highest price for
your chickens. Our truck will call
for them by phoning US, 693. Ell
Centre -nroduce Co.. ut the Ratb &
Marshall poultry shed. adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

DR.. E. J. Barabe, Dentist, CAT Main
St. Phone 382W. adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

One Traffic Arrest-Earl Pearce
of Westmorland was the only mot
olist to be ticketted by the state
Iolice during the last "a hours.
earce was not only ticketted but
given a berth at Hotel Gillett over
night, charged with reckless drivin =.
The arrest was made by j. w. Hol-
cGmb on the San Diego highway.
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

Late Model Used Cars wanted
for cash. Geo. Morrison, 676 Main.
adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

We Loan TO BunG, buy OF refin-
ance. Tyler Insurance Agency. adv
Imperial Valley press., 1928-03-24

Fryers Wanted! Highest price
paid. Phone 966. 1882 Woodward.
adv
Evening star., 1928-12-09
MUSIC-A Story of True and False Romance Strangely Mixed

er before or never again been kissed
and still was glad. He had to go fin
ally, and I clung to him and asked him
If he was coming back. 1t seemed as
though must know that nothing mat
| tered then except to know He said
| he was coming back for me the next
day. 1t all seemed so right. so ordained
to be. that I let him go without asking
his name or telling him mine. We
| seemed to understand without words
=. and we were both a little mad,
think"
And when the next day came
prompted Gerard.
II was away" she answered simply.
when reason returned that night I
realized that must go before he came.
There was Dick. I was engaged to him
and he needed me. He was in a hos
pital then and I loved him. I
did!" she repeated stanchly.
Then why the fuss? If you got the
one you wanted?"
From the blue distance she sought
the words that would give adequate ex-
planation.
Sometimes I think that to each one
of us is given a single chance to have
the best. If we refuse to reach out and
take it, then it may be that we have
to limp through life with the second
best. L know Dicks value, {.
but at times when, life seems so hum
drum, think about him and wonder
what life would be like now If had
been brave enough to wait for him that
day"
And he didn't follow you up?"
"He couldn't 1 made the people
promise never to tell where I went or
my name. I went right to Dick at the
hospital and We were married there the
next week."
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Gerard disap-
pointedly, that was no romance at ALL
l knew from your eyes You need
some one to teach you what romance
really is. Why, that fellow probably
never showed up again. There were lots
of sidewalk friendships that night. I
had two or three myself. Gosh! I can
family remember one even yet-She
came before / faded out completely
She gave me look and grabbed her
up, but I was still sober enough to
shake her off when we got to her
house. I got off with a kiss or two, but
she begged me to come back. You know
how 1t was. So many of their men had
been killed off that the girls were crazy
for American husbands to save them
from horrible spinsterhood."
IT didn't notice that"
Didn't you?" he returned easily.
We'll it was a fact But me 60 back
to that girl? Why, she was built like a
rail, and all eyes! made a sketch of
her afterward-its WOW! Here, I'll
show you what she looked like" and
he took from his pocket small note
book and pencil.
X
4 S he worked with quick, even strokes
Verna sat thoughfully quiescent.
Telling the story had suddenly crystal
lized the poignancy that she had kept
so long under control Even her uneasy
conscience, protesting at the verbal dis
loyalty to Dick. could not stifle the
yearning for romance that might have
been hers. The sordid recital of Gerard's
flirtations had not dimmed the luster of
her own recollcctions.
Here she u sea-maid In green!
Evening star., 1928-12-09

other, and lamented over the eight
children robbed of the nourishment
that the 500 francs would buy until at
last the patron, who had been imbib-
ing freely to meet the situation, no
longer could face the adverse criticism.
With a sudden abrupt dash he made
for the door and disappeared along one
of the palm -bordered winding paths of
the nearby park. But the painter
would not give up. IT will follow him
to his home" he cried, and set out in
the wake of his fleeing customer. I
wonder what was the outcome? Did
the patron secure reduction in price?
That is the trouble with life-too often
the scenes encountered break off with
out one ever knowing the ending.
X X X
THE hour was nearing 10 when I
left the Cafe de Paris. A min
ute's walk across the little place and
had passed through the huge glass doors
of the Casino and into long room at
Evening star., 1928-12-09

"Are you always successful in love?'
she asked.
Always" he boasted complacently.
She Strengthened up Indignantly.
And when they struggle it's all the
more interesting" was his impudent
meaning conclusion.
u X X
4 HAZY silence lowered above the
muf1ed drumbeats of the sea,
dragging its long moments impercep-
tibly before the two on the ledge: ST.
lence so restful that Verna-uneasily
aware that she should be leaving-was
even regretful when Gerard scattered
it with the command.
Tell me about you now. What
makes you so discontented?"
I'm not" she denied. "At least,
not very"
Then why do you come here?"
Because like to be alone"
"Your husband drives you here" he
stated calmly.
Dick? Why, he doesn't even know
this place exists!"
"Well, it's because of him you run
away to here. Didn't I hear you chirp
it to the wind?" he triumphed. Whats
the matter. with him?"
Hes a good husband" she defended
stanchly. He is! Every one knows he
is. And I'm not dissatisfied wife. I'll
have you know. I'm not!" she reiterat-
ed in the face of his silence.
With one hand he was erecting a
miniature house of sumac twigs and
intent upon his task, but he looked
up at her determined denial.
mo, 1 should say that you were an
unsatisfied wife"
"It's the same thing!"
"Yes?" was his cryptic querry as he
searched for proper sized twig to
complete the cabin wall
Verna absently contemplated his
! building for a time, then continued,
, more to sound bearings for herself
than to enlighten him.
"It's Just that we're different, Dick
and I. In everything. He loves
safety and stability and the same
things over and over. Old books he's
read before; old furniture, even old
clothes. And I"
"You love adventure and wander
| ing and crave new experiences" fin
| ished Gerard. knocking down his pains
| takingly built house. And he doesn't
understand you and probably doesn't
try"
HE doesn't know that he should try
| He thinks I'm contented with his kind
| of life. But it's all $3.50 empty"
Exactly. Your life isn't full enough
You're unsatisfied."
"Unsatisfied," she repeated thought
fully. "Yes, perhaps that is it. Moth
ing Just as I want it, yet I can't say
much. Dick is much like a child
gets hurt easily-and he was hurt SO
badly back there in the war. I don't
mean in his body, but in himself. It
did something to him-to his youth
Crushed it, in way. can't bear to
do anything more to hurt him, SO let
things go. They are all little things
you know. If he'd really do something
| big I'd feel better about it, but they're
all tiny annoyances. Like wanting to
follow serial through at the movies
or wearing such bright-colored pata-
mas And wanting to spend oui"'
day tomorrow instead Of .-.,,..- = z
Evening star., 1928-12-09
THE CASINO AND THEATER AT MONTE CARLO.

the left of the entrance. Here, behind
a high railing running all around the
room, sit at little desks a dozen men.
From any one of these men every in
coming visitor must procure a card
of admission before the gaming rooms
can be entered. Time was when Monte
Carlo was free to all. Now an ad-
mission fee is charged. The price is 10
francs daily (40 cents) for entrance
to the public rooms where roulette
and trente ct quarante are played. or
80 francs to the private baccarat rooms.
Special rates of 81 for the month, or
$40 for the season are given. 1t GER
tainly is the last word in high financing
to charge man to be allowed to go
in and lose his money. But from this
entrance charge alone, according to
the statistics of the Casino for 1925,
made public just day before my ar
rival, the operating company collected
9,000,0 900 francs.
To gentleman with little pointed
black beard, presented my passport.
Evening star., 1928-12-09

He wrote down my name, age, profess
: sion, place of birth, took my 10 francs,
gave me gray card and was free to
enter. To prevent any one getting the
best of the casino by using card more
than once the colors of the cards are
changed every day.
Across the long foyer between massive
columns of brown marble went, ad-
miring the carving of the so-high CELL
ing and passed through one of the
three doors leading to the gaming ta-
bles. At the cash booth half way down
the room purchased 10 bronze count
ers, in size a little smaller than an
American silver dollar and worth 40
cents each. I then proceeded down
through the long series of connecting
rooms where nine roulette wheels and
half dozen trente ct quarante operate
from 10 o'clock forenoon until in the
morning every day of the year.
Though the hour was still early, every
table was crowded. So I stood behind
the seated players at table at the end
Evening star., 1928-12-09

cried the artist at last. wouldn't she
have made me wonderful wife? Her
coat was blue, see? And she was all
bundled up in this scarf-sort of a red
dish striped one. Couldn't see a thing
of her face but couple of great big
eyes. And this funny old gargoyle was
the door knocker at her house. Even If
1 was half seas over. noted that" he
added with the pride of craft
He handed her the cleverly grotesque
sketch of a wide-eyed girl clinging
Verna took it idly, but as she gazed her
body grew taut. She closed her eyes,
then opened them to look again.
"She waS-like that?"
Like that, as much as saw Of her."
he laughed. And I guess she didn't
see much more of me, come to think of
it,"
"It was dark" nodded Verna.
"I wasn't as lucky as the fellow that
discovered you-and lost you again. /
wouldn't have let you CO." he whispered
boldly, leaning nearer. And now that
it has been my turn to find you
Verna stood up, her composure COM
pletely regained.
IT am going away" she finished
mockingly. Back to my home-and my
own real romance!"
Once out of his sight. she began to
run-over the wild buckwheat on the
hilltop, down the path made by her
stupid, rebellious feet; through clumps
of dry sumac, across stretches Of dusty
brown barrenneSs: away from the mad
music of the ocean!
Laughing, yet Inundated, she hurried;
back to the shimmering blue peace Of
the bay: to the blessedly familiar home
tasks. Back to Dick and his sturdy
quietude, his generous misunderstand-
ingl
Next week she would take from her
battered little overseas trunk and send
to the Salvation Army the old blue coat
and reddish striped scarf she had treas
ured so foolishly these past 10 years
had kept just because she chanced to
wear them that first Armistice night
when she went out through the door
with the funny gargoyle knocker and in
the mad crowds had found Romancel
THE END
Evening star., 1928-12-09

of the room and risked my money on
my favorite carre of four numbers,
8-9-1T-12, on the middle dozen, and
on red and black. Not that 1 par
ticularly wished to gamble. but because
by so doing 1 was given the best op-
portunity to study this gathering of
strangely varied people of all nation
alities, old and haggard women, young
men, attractive and plain, and men of
every age. All the players, of course,
were from places outside of Monaco, for
the directors of the Casino with vast
wisdom have forbidden the natives of
the principality playing at the tables.
Only strangers may ruin themselves.
\ X X X
4 S the minutes slipped away, my at
( tention became centered on wom-
an sitting at the opposite side of the
table. She was perhaps 40 was well
dressed in neat brown travelling suit
and wore tight-fitting hat that hid
her eyes. She was stalking recklessly
on various single numbers, risking q
Evening star., 1928-12-09
The oletTa lmnteG Thousands Ey
dAsWtA WhenTh yLseb 4anbW to Prevents

hundred francs and sometimes twice
that amount at time. When I first
noticed her she had before her a large
pile of 10-franc bronze pieces and quite
number of red composition disks
worth 20 francs and mother -of-pearl
500-franc plaques. Presently she placed
her last five counters upon the cloth
The wheel spun, and the rake of the
croupier drew them in. She arose
from the table. AS she did so she opened
her handbag and picked out something
1 got glimpse of a round white tablet
between her fingers in the moment be-
fore she passed it into her mouth. But
1 was not the only one whose eyes
fastened upon her. Hardly had her
hand dropped from her lips when one
of the lackeys, gorgeous In a green vel
vet coat, who patrol the rooms, was
upon her. AS he seized her arm, a
croupier, rising from the table, caught
her other. A third guardian appeared
apparently out of the empty air Be-
tween them they began pushing the
woman rapidly toward the outer door,
way.
whats the matter? What are you
doing?" She expostulated.
But as they continued in silence to
hurry her, she became quiet. evidently
hating to draw any more attention to
herself People absorbed in gambling
are not easily distracted, however. Not
so long ago a man shot himself in the
gaming room, and was removed with
out the play even being interrupted.
So the woman was hardly through
the entrance door when she was for
gotten by all the gathering except my
self. AS the man seized her, turned
and followed close enough to see her
escorted up the stairway at the end OF
the foyer which leads to the private
rooms of the administration. I did not
dare to go up there. I dropped into a
chair at the foot of the stairs and pom
dered what to do. Here was story!
knew that the greatest fear Of the
Casino officials was the suicide of 9
visitor. They were always on the look
out to prevent it; were always pre-
pared. I guessed to what length they
would go to hush up the facts of such
happenings reaching the press of the
world. What would they do with thi:
woman with the sinister white tablet
already in her system? But whether
they saved her or she died. I knew they
would not give me any facts, or any
other person of the news gathering
clan. The only stories the publicity
department of Monte Carlo gives out
freely are exaggerated tales Of large
winnings made by visitors, which, pub
lished in thousands of newspapers, Is
the finest bait in the world to draw
hopeful gamblers to come and lose their
money.
Evening star., 1928-12-09
Carlo Keeps Eternal Suicide Vigilance Over Heavy Losers

So I sat on rather hopelessly without
a plan. After few minutes the flunkcy
in the long green velvet coat and the
croupier came down the stairs with
calm, unconcerned faces. I let them
pass, these callous nlinions, Injured to
tragedy. knowing how useless it was TO
question men whose life-jobS depended
upon a close mouth.
I was just about to give up the mat
ter as hopeless when my astonlShed
eyes beheld descending the stairs the
lady in the neat brown travelling sui
whom 1 had Just been picturing as dead
and smuggled away to the secret ceme-
terry at Monte Carlo. 1 rose and met
her as she turned to leave. Perhaps be-
cause she was so angry or because sh@
was all alone here and so the NOR
filled with desire to tell her troubles tc
some one, she gladly consented to talk
to me.
Seated in the rotunda of her hotel.
the de la Paix, in the lower town she
told me her story. She had come from
Midwestern American city where
until year ago her husband had kept
stationery store. All her life she had
wanted to travel. One of the places she
most desired to see was Monte Carlo.
So shortly after her husbands death
she had come here.
When I got up from the table and
those men grabbed me I was too
astonished for a moment to say any
thing. Then 1 started to protest. but
decided it was better not to create
scene. When they got me upstairs they
rushed me into room, and the next
thing l faced was two men entering
with stomach pump. They tried TO
put the tube down my throat, but ]
| fought like a cat, and. believe me,
talked as hard as I struggled.
Wait :. hold on =. let me explain.
said. Lucky for me one Of them
understood English perfectly and they
| listened. But it took me all my time tn
| convince them that the white tablet J
had taken was only a headache wafer"
| Headache wafer! Good night"
cried. just as surprised as they were
| "Why, of course. did you, too, think
I had taken poison?"
Rather sheepishly admitted had
| You See," she continued. I'm subject
to headaches. And perhaps the excite
ment of gambling helped to bring on 2
terrible one. I always carry special
tablets with me, and so took it without
for a minute thinking how it might
appear. This is my first night at thu
table. I decided to play hundred
dollars worth of counters for the eX-
perience, and didn't care about the loss
after looking forward to such night
for years. / won at first. Probably my
play appeared to you very reckless.
| We laughed. Presently I went out
into the soft, warm darkness, and very
pleased with myself walked to my hotel.
Many people have come to Monte
Carlo and witnessed or personally suf-
! fered tragedy. But venture few Of all
the countless visitors have been present.
ed in a single night with front seat"
at two such rare comedies in succession
| as was.
Evening star., 1928-12-09
BY ISABEL STEWART WAY.

| consciousness he betrayed 1t by not 9
vince, but admitted 1t shamelessly.
Every time you came. I saw you
here last week. and the week before
that Say, do you always veal
| green?"
Mostly" The mornings wild caprice
unexpectedly veered to respond that
much. Its my hair, you know. When
you have red hair there isn't much
choice in colors."
He scrutinized her critically.
"Its not red," he contradicted. 81
have some old copper candlesticks on
my mantel, and when the freight
shines on them they're just the color
of your hair. Your eyes are like them
in the shadow"
She flushed helplessly at his COM
| pliment that had yet subtle hint
| of mockery. Not in all her 80 years
had she learned to use the snappy
comeback. He settled back with such
an air Of permanence that she-de-
termined not to abdicate her pre-
empted place to this interloper-felt
powerless to dislodge him. Uneasily re-
sentful of this unsought companioning
she asked petulantly:
who are you? Where did you come
from, anyway"
I'm an artist from the colony over
yonder," he answered without shifting
as much as an eyeglance toward her
yet making her feel as though he were
laughing at -her. I'm an unsuccess-
| full portrait painter-I'm Reuel Ger
ard" He offered the name as sufficient
explanation.
I 1anT
| thoughtful concentration.
"I know about you." she accused at
| last. "You paint dreadful pictures
You did Helen Miles last year-very
/ badly. They won't even hang 1t. Why
I-why-she looks like shrew!"
! He sat up angrily.
1T wasn't terriblei 1t was a good
picture. She is a shrew! That's why
painted her like that"
We'll. perhaps she is--a trifie," con-
ceded Verna after moments thought
| full consideration, "but still, she's q
very beautiful woman"
well. that's the trouble with me,
he explained wearilys Il can't paint
but what 1 see, and usually see toe
much Always been like that. The
/ queer little quirks catch my eye.
| thought the war would take 1t out Of
me. but I guess didn't get into it fal
enough. I returned worse than wa:
before
But If it's your life work Ont
can't always play"
II know, but it's no use. I star
out trying to be serious and end ir
caricature. Yet I take my work too
seriously to be good cartoonist."
Every one has some good traits tt
balance queer ones. There is alWay'
a little beauty. even In Ggliness."
II realize that, and I've always mean
to stress the better part, but when
begin to study person things rise t
the surface. I have talent. I think
perhaps even more than mere talent
but I'm 35 and a failure and"-h'
shrugged hopelessly- Il shall go on Il
the end of my days hing failure
except. perhaps, in lc :.