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The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
Is Responsible for Its Smartness
 Round Shoulder Yoke
By RUTH ROGERS

An extremely cozy model-extra warmth inasmuch as it can be but toned up snugly t0 the neck. The miniature view shows the neck left open rather resembling the pole type.
 Don't you think the deep round yoke distinctive2
 You'll be amazed at how eastiy it is fashioned, to say nothing or the saving in cost.
 The. original was in wine-red tweed, so smart and practical.
 Rust brown diagonal weave monotone woolen is lovely. too.
 Style No. 7S3 is designed in sizes 6, 8, 10, 12 and IA years. Size lO requires 2 3-4 yards of 54-inch material with 2 1L2 yards of Ss- inch lining. st.s
 It would pay you to send for q copy of our Fall and Winter Fash ion Book. for 1t will help you plan your fall wardrobe. And you will
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21

T feel that take a great deal of your time" said Sally, appear ing meekly before me this morn- ing, "but cheer up, in just a few more weeks I will be married and you will be rid of me, at least for a couple of, months.
 "You see,' she went on, ''since I have set myself up as an authority on beauty care I must try to live up to it! The friend who is to be my maid of honor is very con- cerned about her skin. She is the one with flaming, red hair l brought to see you some time ago"
 q remember her Sally, she had beautiful red hair and the sensi- tive, delicate skin that goes with it. I remember telling her about the Soothing, protective qualities of pasteurized cream (aside from it's cleansing properties) and about the astringent qualities of skin toning lotion special--how 1t would cool and tighten the skin without drying it. I gave special emphasis to these two things for I noticed tiny red lines just beginning to show under her skin and was afraid she had been using too drastic treatment. She confessed that she did use ice on her skin but promised to follow my ingtruc- tions."
 "Yes," said Sally, land she did. She has mentioned in her letters the marvellous results of the simple treatment you gave her, and in the letter had this morning she asked me to tell her what to do for a slightly sluggish condition and a few large pores that have devel- oped. She has not had these prob lems before and is quite upset about it."
 Tell her to use a special pore paste once week with warm wa ter to thoroughly cleanse the pores and refine the = texture. This is stimulating and insures perfect cleanliness without irritating the skin. Follow with pasteturized
 cream the special blend she has
 been using. She should use the | special wash only on alternate nights, but her pasteurized cream every night. Then tell her tc smooth on a youthifying tissue
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
A 7urkey-Red Outfit--
 Fit For Thanksgiving
Bx JOAN SAVOY (NEA Service wfiteFD

This is a year when you must have a now Thanksgiving dTess. just to be sure you have something real to be thankful for.
 It won't be hard to be thankful if 1t happens to be a turkey red dress. Most girls have secret de- sire for at least one red dress that would stop any show. Thanksgiv- ing Day, 1892. is just the time to indulge that urge.
 Since most girls dress for men, whether they admit t or not. the old saying goes, "Any color. just so it is red!"
 This turkey red outfit looks like dress and jacket but it really is just two-piece dress.
 Blue Note Is Chic Its tailoring Is perfect and it's lines sleek and flattering. The skirt AS IcU lidL CEcpCs SAI Oh uAaboAtai lines so that 1t hugs<the figure per fectly. It. is the new slightly above-the ankle length, just right for dress-up daytime wear.
 The blouse is a little jacket cut. made with interesting inverted tucks on the shoulder which makes the silk puff out for the top of the lego mutton sleeves. This blouse is made of novelty ribbed crepe, with the thread run- ming through it diagonally, shir- ring the material slightly. It looks like the most crinkled of the crink- ly crepes. all by dint of this drawn thread
 For the neck scarf and the big monogrammed handkerchief de- pression blue is the color chosen. Contrary to what the name implies. this depression blue has nothing depressing about 1t. It is Q lively. deep sapphire blue that makes you feel 1t wouldn't be bad to be blue, if you can be that spirited about it.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
2 }g!l1N2!ys
MHelerla Rubinstein
 kte5natiop0l BeautyAutho1ity
Aninlating the Skin

cream to stimulate, nourish and prevent the lines that come so cas- lily to skin like hers. She may leave this on all night, except of course, on nose and chin."
 And in the morning, I want her to use skin clearing cream to re- fine and animate the skin and overcome sluggishneass. then her skin toning lotion special. Be sure to tell her all this, Sally, 1t will help, I know"
 Thank you for both of us. She will be in town before the wedding to be beaptifed--in fact fancy you will do a fiourishing business about that time!'' said Sally. way ing a gay goodbye.
 1:
 For added information about skin clearing treatments. write to Helena Rubenstein, (personal serv- ice) East 57th Street, N. y. c.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
A PROPOSAL OF MARTYRDoM

Dr Raynor's face was haggard as he came to Ruth and Sue.
 "You wanted me- he said to Ruth. She nodded. But her eyes were puzzled. Dale Courtney and Jack, standing in the far end of the room, moved into the corridor. They had not heard the converse tion. Sue started to follow but Ruth signaled her not to leave.
 "Joe, I've been told you have been proposing to Sally" she said suddenly as though she must say the words and have them ended.
 He nodded. "She won't have me-"
 A fleeting smile touched Ruth's lips. "She loves you, Joe."
 T don't think so,' he said. It doesn't matter. I think you know how feel about you, Ruth. But Sally's turned into something rath- CT fine. Of course this mess does- n't look like it. But is wasn't her fault. The fellow had her under his power. The poor kids stood a lot" His eyes grew a little tender. But they were very tired.
 "Joe, will you do something for me?" Ruth asked.
 Anything" he answered. "What do you want? A golden apple or a bunch of grapes from Olympus? :? Or five dollars?"
 "Poor guesses," Ruth answered. T want you to marry-Sally."
 The young physician gazed at her for a moment. Want me for a brother-in-law?
 T want you in the family. l think you and Sally would make a go of it.
 "A substitute sort or marriage. Sally wouldn't want it." He pulled out his pipe, looked at it, balanced 1t in his hand, replaced 1t. "Sec- ond rate stun doesn't go with her, Ruth."
 Make her believe that you want her. Oh can't you remember how
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
Farewell, MT. Gobbler! Sister Mayy Tells How To Make 7he
 Most Of Turkey .LettoUers"
], king. merely substituting turke,

king. merely substituting turkey for chicken.
 There are various turkey salads that are delicious. They may he jellied or not to suit ones needs and tastes. A combination of peas, celery and diced turkey is a good substantial luncheon salad. Shred ded cabbage and green peppers with turkeys is another piquaht mixture.
 Cubed cooked chestnuts, celery and turkey; diced turkey, sliced celery and sliced stuffed olives; celery, turkey and English walnut meats or pecans; turkey, crisp bacon and sliced tomato -- these and many other combinations can be worked out to suit the materials at hand.
 Salad Is Inviting A salad made of turkey, pine- apple, celery and blanched and viting.
 Sandwiches, plain and toasted, can be made in great variety. The leftover gravy can be used to ad- vantage in hot sandwiches, mak- ing a hearty version of an open sandwich of the hot biscuit type.
 Turkey soup means the last of the turkey. but it will be greeted with a sigh of regret if the left overs have been painstakingly made and served. Turkey Soup Turkey bones, 1 onion, celery tops, 1 pint can tomatoes, l cup cooked rice. salt, pepper. tea spoon birdseye onions. When the turkey bones are quite free from meat, break the
 carcass in pieces, cover with cold
 water and slowly bring to. the
 boiling point. Simmer fifteen min. ! utes and add onion cut in slices
 celery tops and tomatoes. Simmer
 over a low fire for one hour. Strain
 Add rice, reheat- and serve with a
 few birdseye onions in each serv.
 ing.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
STORY
.y Marqery Hale

l you felt few months ago. The
 night you came by and asked me
 to go to dance because Sally was
 there already and you just wanted
 chance to see her"
 "I've changed. can't go back"
 he said. But I'll marry Sally, of
 course. I asked her enough times
 in the old days when I really
 meant it. But I can't put on a con- vincing act. If it will save her life --or even if she'll live without it. I'd like to marry Sally"
 Don't go martyrish," Ruth an-
 swered. "Oh, forgive me, that's
 just what I'm asking you to do. But it's Sally's life that's at stake. If you could make her think you cared"
 "I'll try The turned away. But I'm afraid I'm not a strong enough
 life line to pull her back.'
 ''Wait!' Ruth's hand touched
 his arm. Show her this. Tell
 her you've carried 1t as tailsman
 for long time. Tell her any, thing" She was holding out a small silver locket. Sally and l each was given one when we were
 in school-twin lockets because we are twins. They both had Sal- ly's picture in them. I wanted her picture-she was always so lovely-and she had one of her own, too. She gave you her locket a long time ago. You don't re- member. You probably lost 1t. But maybe she will remember. Pretend that this is it. Tell her you've carried it.''r
 Joe Raynor didn't answer as he
 took it. His eyes were baffied and He turned and started down the
 hall to Sally's room.
 "Its Sally's last chance. And she can't die. she can't!" Ruth whispered hysterically. "Oh, Joe, Joe, what did do to youi" NEXT. Sally Hraillev,e slaclei<,,,
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l|EgP0d N!zdRDERE E3k asEsEE SzEE. s

was kneeIlnR beside him. trem- biinely smoothing that drawn, white face, breathlessly gaspIns his name. The eyelids uuivered and the blue, childlike eyes looked up at her first blindly. then with dazed recognition.
 "Linda!" She bent down for the painful whisper. lover - over"
 "Yes. darling-you fell oter--''
 ''No. He.... .th-threW--
 "He. .... .Wno!
 There was no answer, nor could Cousin Amos ever tell her more
 Horror-stricken as she was over the old mans death, Linda grasped the significance oi those few broken words. He was trying to tell her something. He had told her--a little. Over "No-he-threw--" She was sure she had caught that last faint gasp. Someone had been there he had not fallen!
 Instantly she was on her feet Grief and fury banished any thought OI 1GdEs 0kAC AAAuStA otNJ here-she couldn't help Cousin Amos now - or ever - except by finding who was up there. She was flashing through the central hall, 8 quick streak of crimson jersey and tanned flesh. Up tho stairs-no attempt now to hide her flying steps. His door was exactly as she had left it, barely "A hn nfaff Ghn pushed it open and went in.
 A silent. empty room, Straight through Linda went, her mind or one thing only. toward the open easement. She glimpsed the green lawn and beyond the blue water of the Sound. She even noticed subconsciously, that Tom had turned back and was almost to I the float. But nearest of all sht saw a broken, torn railing, the | top bar wrenched apart, the mar. row, graceful spindleS careenine drunkenly in every direction. She did not know whom she expected to see but there was no one on the balcony. The shock of il brought her to a rigid stop. She came to herself = she must SC | U1Chp G0AA AOAAA--- She started to turn and in that second caught a dark blur fnov- ing behind her. Linda had never consciously screamed. Now she could not-yet her throat con- stricted and her mouth opened in silent, awful pantomime which would have been scream had breath been there to release 1t. A cloth thrown around her neck from behind prevented the sound and, twisted tightly, prevented also her turning head or body to see her assailant. She jerked for ward, clutching at the air. As she flung back her head, gasping for breath. she had vague inn precision of seeing Tom, miles away, climbing on to the raft. Then water, air and land blurred and darkened and seemed to rush blackly at her with a horrible, dizzy roar. Suddenly, as the roar ing grew unbearable, the tension was broken. Air came back to the gasping lungs yet not quite in time. She swayed, unconscious, on her feet, and pitched heavily forward into abySsmal blackness.
 (TO Be COntinued)
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
YOUR CHILDREN
5ssz q Ezz szzz;sK ls
CHTnDREN SHOULD HELP
 AT HOME.
9v Oi;vs Robert, Rsrton

--NN~N| AT HOME. "Jimmy, wish you would turn off the radio-I have such head
 aAw. Nom. it's the football game. I tried to get 1t over at Aunt Ann's and she made me turn it off, too"
 "rm sorry, dear, but my head is splitting and I'm terribly ner- vous."
 "CouIdn't you go upstairs-oh Nom, there goes Summers again He's just made another touchdown. That makes IA to nothing" l His mother saw the intense look | on her son'g face. Hands to tenn ples she went upstairs and shut the door, but the monotonous boom-boom of the announcer's voice with it's recurring periods of maddening than the noise below stairs.
 But she stood 1t. After, all l Jimmy was just boy. What could he know of sick headaches?
 And Then the Band. Fifteen minutes more and 1t was -oveH The blare of a band took tthe place of the football game.
 She managed to call over the bannister. Jimmy, will you turn the radio off now, p1ease?" :.
 "Just a minute. Nom. They're playing
 She was too sick to wait for the name. She tumbled back on her bed again wishing she had the elec- I trice pad for the back of her neck l and a cool cloth for her forehead.
 The headache was much worse. John and Jimmy would have to go over to Ann,s for their dinner. She was too sick to get it. She wished John would come home ana get her the things she needed. Jimmy burst into the room. He had forgotten to turn off the band.
 Jimmy, will you get"
 on to Excitement. "Say, Nom, I'm going down to watch the wall come down. They are tearing down the old hotel and office window. Dicks waiting out side. I'll be back in little while" {" He was gone. The radio was still on. The front door did not bang He had left it wide open. It was cold and the furnace was out. She was freezing. The door would have to be closed and that cruel radio shut off. Could she make 1t? She was vio- lently sick now and dizzy. She got downstairs, sOmeway and attend to things. But she couldn't get upstairs again. John came in and found her ly- ing in the dark, ice-cold and almost past speaking.
 Spoiled by Martyrdom. "Where's Jimmy?" were his first words.
 She moved hand weakly. Didn't he come home from school? Why didn't you keep him here? He's old enough to be of some help.'' She murmured, "He's just a boy. Don't scold."
 But John scolded. You teach him to bow and scrape and pull out your chair at the table. You see that he is most polite to you in public. But at home he doesn't give you as much thought as you would a yellow pup. It's your fault. Children are like savages sometimes. You have to put the screws on them to make them feel anything at all, I'll fix him, the selfish little devil.'' H q I
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21

turb Marvin Pratt or De vos. Both of them. she knew, had had all they wanted of Cousin Amos! In fact she had promised that the Belgian, at least, should not even see again the man who had so af- fronted him. She pulled the room door gently to until it all but latched and made her escape un- heard, running downstairs rather amused than otherwise at Toms plight.
 But the door on the terrace was ope:. and as she came out into the early sun, she saw a white-backed jersey rising and falling in rhythmic strokes as familiar fig- ure headed out from shore. Tom. no doubt of it-tired of waiting for her and apparently striking out for distant Connecticut. She prepared to emit the piercing yodel with which she was wont to signal him and checked herself only just in time as she remem- bered the hour. But if not Tom, who was upstairs with Cousin
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
SLICK. WORK.

Los Angeles.--Some nimble fin gerei pickpocket did a very slick Breidt, Tujuna Chamber of Com- merce president. here recently. feet of Mayor John Porter and he was com pletely surrounded by pub Breidt's two wallets which together contained $50.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21

the made dish that requires thor ough cooking must be done before the meat is added.
 Turkey a la King Tasty Turkey a Ia king makes an ex- cellent supper party dish. It can be made at the table in a chafing dish or made in the Kitchen and kept hot over hot water. Make it just as you would chicken 8 la
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21

Amos? Had he been taken i'll in the night and did he need help ? Should she go back?
 A slight scuffle of feet over her head on the little balcony startled her. Could the old man have had a fainting spell = stroke per- haps? There was something strange about that subdued, shuf- fling sound! If only Tom, swim ming away from her so uncon- cernedly, would turn so that she could wave him back!
 Over her head there was a quick tumble of steps, an ex- clamation, and suddenly a crack ing, rending, tearing sound. From above came hurtling figure - headfirst = turning in the air, not two feet from where she stood, rooted and mortified, under the projecting balcony-to crumple in sickening distortion at her very feet. A white head moved feebly. Q face turned toward her. Cousin Amos! A step forward, and she
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
,romorrow's Menu

BREAKFAST: Stewed dried apricots, cereal, cream, cOdfisIA balls, toasted rye bread, milk, coffee.
 LUNCHEON: Open turkey sandwiches, chutncy sauce, cranberry tapioca pudding, milk, tea.
 DINNER: Blanquette of lamb, baked sweet potatoes and pineapple, green beans in cream sauce, Chinese cabbage and green pepper salad in lime jelly, chocolate bread pudding, milk, coffee.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21

save money in using our low-priced patterns. Book shows large va riety of styles for ladies, misses and children, special styles for stouts, embroidery. dressmaking articles, etc.
 Price of BOOK 10 cents.
 Price of PATTERN Is cents 'n stamps or coin (coin is preferred). :. Wrap coin carefully.
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BROTHER AND SISTER NoNfIN.
 ATEn

Montpelier, Vt, (UP)--Miss Jes- sic Dow of Rollinsford and her brother. Haven Dow of Somerset, were nominated as state senatorial candidates in the recent primaries but not by the same party. Miss Dow received. the republican nom- ination in the 21st district and her brother the democratic nomination in the goth district.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21
BATTLED ANGRY EAGLE

Calgary. Alta.--Andy Baxter, prominent Calgary sportsman, had a run in with an eagle recently. The eagle, one of four flying overhead, was brought down by Baxter,s Shot. On reaching the ground the eagle recovered and at- tackled Baxter sinking its talons into his arm through about five thicknesses of cloth. The talons had to be removed from Baxter's arm with a pair of pincers.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21

Send your money and order 10 Pattern Department, Waterbury Democrat, Waterbury, Conn. Be sure to state size.
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The proposed merger of iron and steel companies in Japan has been abandoned temporarily for g joint sales program.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-21

While climbing the Bessabess
 Peak in the Western Alps recent, Sergio CalifEe wa. killed by {
 rockslide.
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NEXT: Sally Bradley's decision. (Copyright 1882, NEA Service Incl
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NEXT: Depression antidotes.
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-07-20
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sought a poolroom after the casual
badly cooked meal Alice would set
out for him.
Mona could hardly blame him. II
was amazing that this drab, unin-
terested, unkempt little creature
could be the gay, chic Alice who had
gone off to SO confidently to marry
Jim.
Whose fault was it that their
marriage had turned out so badly?
Nobody's, probably. Just the pres
sure of circumstances.
"Where'd you get the orange
juice?' remarked Bud. It was an
unprecedented extravaganza in the
Moran household.
Minnie's beau had brought her
home from a party in Brooklyn,
Ma explained. "And this is what
he stops and buys at one of them
markets on Washington place. A
crate of oranges, mind you! Drink
ing, I'll bet. Anyhow better than
u lot of orchids!"
She pronounced the word cor
thards." Ma had met that exotic
aower only in print.
NO" Mona said. "Mr. Hart
stopped to talk to one of the mar
ket men in Washington street,
mother. You know they get there
late at night and wait until morn
ing when the hotel people buy.
We'll, then, Mr.. Hart wanted TO
buy something, too. The crate was
right there and he couldn't take
it home very well to his club, so
he gave it to me. He knows we
have a large family"
II
MONA laughed slightly. Cliff
WI Hart was friend of LottieS.
Rather a good sort, too. Lots Of
money, funny roguish eyes, twink
ling gray-blue.
This rather dashing young man,
in a humorous frame of mind, had
insisted on driving Mona home via
Brooklyn bridge The party had been
in Seventy-frst street.
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TINE way in which the shifting
i patterns of Americas cultural
ground have brought about changes
in the nations literature makes a
fascinating study. And an excellent
discussion of it is contained in
American Literature and Culture, "
by Grant G. Knight.
Knight begins by examining the
literature of the colonial period-a
literature almost unknown to the
ordinary reader of today, but sig
nificant, nevertheless, for its reflec-
ton of the prevailing intellectual
temper of its time.
Then he takes up what he calls
"the literature Of romanticism"- "a
literature which, he says, began
with the revolution and petered out
late in the nineteenth century.
There follows a discussion of the
"realists," under which heading he
groups practically all American
writer's since 1900.
Rightly enough, it is the romantic
school to which he gives the most
space.
Some of his comments on the in
dividual writer's Of the first half of
the last century seemed to me to
be extremely good, specially his
pages on Emerson, Poe, Whitman
and Melville.
The section dealing with modern
writer's is perhaps the least salts
factory7%as, very likely, is only nat
ural.
His treatment of Dresser is good,
but his remarks on Lewis, Anderson
and Cahell Ito mention only three
sound like excerpts from disser-
tation to class in freshman Eng
liShs
In the main, his book is a good
one; not too profound, perhaps, but
thoughtful, neatly written and in
teresting.
Published by Ray Long and Rich
ard R. Smith, it sells for SO.
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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

"Yeah, he did it for the familyl"
Bud began derisiyely.
Children" ma softly interposed.
She filled Buds plate with crisp
bacon and carefully Drowned pota-
toes.
Eat a real meal now, Min. I de-
clare, you're as skinny as a real"
And" Bud raped out, cit amt
so stylish!'
Kitty appeared coy in her blue
bathrobe, her hair tousled and face
flushed from sleep, demanding her
orange juice. She moved kitchen
ward with a backward glance over
the lifted rim of her glass and at
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once engaged in conversation with
ma concerning a talk at school on
the subject of vitamines.
you are early. Bud" Mona re-
marked with lowered voice. Every
thing all right?"
Buds eyes shifted and he looked
at his sister uneasily. Yeah"
There was pause. Mona knew
what that meant.
Its up Fordham way. I'll need
carfare, Min
Bud, I've got so cents to last
until tonight. There is carfare,
there is lunch and shine"