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The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08
GEORGE A. LINGO LEAVES
 ON BUSINESS TRIP TO
 SEATTLE AND CALIFORNIA

George A. Lingo, Territorial Rep
 resentative from the Fourth Di- vision and Tourist Agent in Mt. Mckinley National Park, who has
 been in Juneau for the last week
 lon business, left for the south this
 morning on the steamer Alaska to
 (spend the next six weeks or two
 months.
 He expected to remain in Seattle for some time, later going to Cali fornia and possibly East, on busi- ness for his company.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08
TO HAVE
 Z BIG NIGHTS

There are two big nights on the program of the local Elks.
 The first event is next we'd nesday night when the Walter F. Meier class will be initiated. MT Meier is the Grand Exalted Ruler.
 The second event will be on the night of December 20-Oldtimers' Night, at which there will be open house to the Elks and their ladies. There will be cards, bowling, danc- ing and refreshments. The Com mf:tee in charge of the night consists of w. R. Garster, Mllt Bothwell and John Mclaughlin.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08

One thing about the so-called brain trust ol President Roosevelt. He's keeping it far too busy for it to contract the disease known as brain rust
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08
LEAVES ON EsTEBETH

Leo Young left on the Estebeth Hast night for Kimsham Cove where he will work in the Hirst-Chi- chagof Mine.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08

South last night on the Alaska for vacation trip which will take him to Pittsburgh, Penn, to visit with his parents over the holidays.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08

Like the men and women who settled the Am erican continent, we are starting out now on a road so new that we have to make up our own maps as go along.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08
FIRE DEPT. MEETS

At the regular meeting of the Douglas Fire Department last night several fire-prevention measures were discussed. Inspection of chimneys was urged as one inn portant measure.
 A social time and feed were enjoyed by about forty members after the meeting.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08
The Penalties of Progress.
Cincinnati Enquirer.)


 The testing of type of railroad coach in the Detroit neighborhood brings new hope for rail transportation. All the knowledge gained in the streamlinng of airplanes and motor cars has been utilized in the design of this self-propeled coach There are not only tricks of designing but the use of the new alloys which have been perfected for airplanes.
 The usual railroad coach had 5000 pounds of metal for each passenger The new one has but 5O0 And this does not count in the heavy engine and tender in front. The hope is to reduce the costs of operation to the point where railroad travel can be offered more cheaply than by motor car, bus airplane.
 When sleeping transportation can be given to the public at less than bus costs, at speeds several times as great, new elements for railroad recovery will appear. Already in preliminary tests the new self-propelled coach goes dipping down the tracks at speeds greater than the crack trains, and these are but the beginnings. Such "raiplane," it's engineers believe, can be operated at less than cent mile.
 But the engineers do not indicate what this new technological gain implies in present impasse in employment Implicit in the announcement is the certainty that this will do away with more man power We have not yet found a formula to take care of gains made in technology. Working out the mathematics of ir-reSistance mere child play compared to adjusting new inventions to the prob- lens of living Are we coming to a time when before such material gains be utilized their dis coverers and inventors will be required to adjust the full economic probabilities of their inventions?
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08

We'll Prohibition is dead and it is already amazing how many people have stopped drinking to excess.-(New York Sun)
The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-12-08

Great Britain's token payment of $7500000 il just so much international fare.-Qndianapol Star)
The Washington times., 1933-08-18
By Joan Clayton
By MiIt Gross
By Walt Disney
BY Rube Goldberg

Clark. Marthe was in and out
the house, bright-eyed and flash
ing as some tropical bird, but
never Clark. Clark's slow and
memorable smile, his special
gestures, the way he had said
her name, these things would
tug at Patricia's heart. Reso-
lutely she would thrust them
from her mind.
The bridge match must be got
through. All else must yield to
that. Just now to the girl, as
to Julian Haverholt, the COM
ing marathon was the most i'm
portant thing in life. The living
room was always jammed with
people who talked of nothing
else. Patricia must see to them,
must offer tea or cocktails, must
keep a thousand threads at her
fingertipS; Patricia, dressed in
her favorite shade of blue, Sc
rene and gracious, her red hair
shining, as she smiled and lis
tened or added her own little
comment to the general babble,
Julian's hostess and his niece.
"a little beauty, isn't She?"
"She'll take the prize on
looks, all right. At that, I hear
her bridge is good"
Good! That girls a wonder.
She fills up all the holes in
Julian's flashy game"
ITO be EOntinued)
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Haverholt bracingly, "that your
awful past does stay safely
buried. I'll admit a resurrec-
ton might be a little awkward.
Only awkward though, not "a
tal."
At that very instant, the
butler appeared in the doorway,
his usual decorous face obvi-
ously perturbed.
"a gentleman to see you, sir"
I'm seeing no one," said
Haverholt indifferently. "Tell
him to come back this after
noon. I'm going to bed"
you'll see me-" broke in a
savage voice that brought Pa
tricia in terror from her chair.
The butler was bowled aside
as a thick-set, swarthy, slick
haired man elbowed his way
into the room. Bill MCGEE!
Patricia saw him, saw the gun
that he had fished from his
pocket, saw the buffers terri
fled retreat.
"And who are you?" inquired
Haverholt, coolly glancing at
the weapon. He suggested,
"You might put that gun away.
They always make me nervous.
Do you know this gentleman,
Patricia?" he asked the girl.
She was too frightened for
speech. MCGEE had seen her,
was advancing, gun in hand.
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room, "is the end Of Bill Nc
Gee."
In which prophecy he was
entirely wrong.
Life was moving fast, so fast.
Patricia was torn a dozen ways
at once. The bridge match
and the arrangements pertain
ing to it filled her every wax
ing minute. She was far too
occupied these frantic, unreal
days for worry or for heart
ache. Except for the incident
of Bill MCGEE, that incident
that had been so pleasant a
sop to Julian's vanity, tn ere
had been no echo from her
past. If her stepmother. if
Eileen Sycott or any of the
old neighborhood acquaintanceS
had identified the countless
photographs Of Patricia Haver-
holt as Patricia Warren, the
girl herself had had no evil
dence of it.
She could not worry now.
She had no time for brooding.
Sometimes she thought of Clark
but vaguely as of some half
remembered dream. other
times, in moods of wearineSS
and despair, she knew that un-
derneath the tumult and the
shouting, the froth and the ex-
citement there was a vacancy,
a sense of bitter loss.
There had been no word from
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Love Story of a Bridge Queen

"Get up, you-,"he Snarled.
you're coming along with
mel"
"You can't speak to my niece
like that!"
"Your niece, is she" de-
manded Bill, whirling upon the
other man. He gave a sneering
laugh. you've lost your job
as uncle, then. She's going to
be my niece now"
It happened with nightmare
swiftnesS. His face as white as
death, Julian sprang for B1l's
throat. The gangster did not
fire his gun. It was whirled
from his grasp at the first wild
charge. Julian's fist sent him
sprawlnig across the room. AS
Patricia sank trembling, sob
bing, to a chair, Haverholt col
Jared the younger, stronger
man and dragged him to the
foyer. With the buffers help
he kicked him down the steps
into the garden outside. It
was the buns rush for Bill
MCGEE.
MCGEE Beaten
AS a final, ironic touch Julian
picked up the fallen gun and
hurled it through the door and
to the lawn where MCGEE,
dazed and shaken, was just
then crawling to his knees.
"And that" said Julian Hav-
erholt, returning to- the living
The Washington times., 1933-08-18
'KNAVE'S GIRL !

would p ass out cold If he
guessed at any irregularity in
our relationship"
what a fearful shame that
would bel"
Irony was lost on Haverholt.
He stood a moment in deep re-
Election, grinned all at once, and
began with confidence renewed:
Cheer up, Patricia. It can't
make bit Of difference now.
Reuben's hooked. He can't
wiggle out. Patricia Haverholt
or Patricia Warren, it's all the
same. To the public now you
stand for bridge. Even if some
newspaper should stumble on
the truth and print the facts,
aside from some blue nosed fuss
ing, you can't be hurt"
Patricia felt a sense of defeat
and irritation. It was useless
to hope that Julian Haverholt
might see her side of it. Use
less to hope that this man might
consider a young girls reputa-
ton as important as a bridge
match. Perhaps it wasn't. Per-
haps, she thought in sudden Bit
terneSs, perhaps Haverholt was
right. After all, of what value
was her reputation? What had
it ever got her? Her good
name had not made her happy.
Why then should she fret and
stew?
"Eet's pray, Patricia" said
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(COntinued from NeWs P0ge)
that picture? Dozens of people
know that I'm not Patricia
Haverholt, that I'm not your
niece! Dozens of people who
knew me as Patricia Warren
will see that picture" She rat
tied off the names like hail.
''My stepmother will see that
picture, Eileen Sycott, Phil and
Leda Kennedy, the grocer in
my old neighborhood, the drug
store man, dozens and dozens of
people I used to know!"
She stopped for breath. Hav-
erholt was frowning. He was
sober enough now. He was not
frightened, not as Patricia was.
Still, he was obviously more
nervous than he pretended to
be.
It thought Of that" he ad-
mitted reluctantly. IT thought
of that" he repeated.
"Oh, so you did spare me a
thought" observed the girl IRON
4cally. "How very considerate
OF you."
"There'S no use getting
huffy," he suggested, worrying
his lip between his teeth. This
means something to me-" he re-
minded her with an anxious
look. II don't see how it could"
he continued nervously, "but a
scandal now might blow up the
match. The sainted Reuben
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the art of packing. It certainly
stood in need of improvement.
In the old days one just
opened the Gladstone bag in
the middle of the floor and
tossed things into it from the
closet. Sometimes elderly rela-
tiveS got tossed in by mistake,
but the bag was big and
roomy and, unless the relatives
were fidgety and had to be
drinking water all the time, no
harm was done.
With the suitcase came the
necessity for folding things up,
thereby eliminating the elderly
relatives unless they were
double e-jointed. And with the
folding-up process cam the
trouble. Once you start fold
ing things up, you start trying
to see how many things you
can get in at once, and in this
way lies madness. No matter
how big the suitcase, it is
never quite big enough. I
think I may make that state
ment without any qualification
whatsoever.
Then the manufacturers be-
gan trying to help. They prac-
tically packed your suitcase for
you before you bought it. They
put in compartments for your
toilet-articles. This was very
nice of them, but there are al
ways at least two odd-shaped
compartments which seem to be
made for nothing more handy
than a jews-harp and a spirit
level. And, in my particular
case, the shaving soap I use
never fits the shaving soap
compartment, with the result
that it is packed down in a
corner with the socks, just
where it used to be packed be-
fore fitted Suitcases came in.
Not satisfied with segregating
your toilet articles, the manu-
facturers worked up a special
holder for shirts. I have
tried to get my shirts into
this device, but never can seem
to cram more than two dress
shirts and one soft one in at
once, and at that they are
iomnned hevond recognition
when unpacked. I often think
that, once the suitcase is
closed, some strange clawing
machinery is set in motion in
side the shirt compartment
which creates more havoc than
a puppy of the same size could
possibly have done. So I just
don't use the shirt compart-
ment, that's all.
In fact, the net result on my
suitcase of years of scientific
The Washington times., 1933-08-18
Board Is Appointed
On Veterans Claims

v, rams Administrator Trans
Hines last nil announced apI
pointment -.-ng to ''le
spec::-l koard to review PennsyI|
v-nia AMI Delaware veterans COM
pensation claims:
Elwood Mcbride, :2hiladelphiaa
S. B. I. DunCu-I, New Castle, T L.
vi. ent A. Carroll, Phile 1elphiat
DR.. Roy C. Meals, r-edical rating
specials. Lyons, N. j.; Archie r
Zack, claims rating specialist
Lyons, N. j. :
The Washington times., 1933-08-18
PACKING PROBLEMS
.Bv ROBERT BENCHLEY.

improvement has been as fol,
lows:
One unused shirt compart-
ment.
One groove for shaving soap
which the shaving soap does not
fit.
One toothbrush holder with
the top missing, allowing the
brush to work its pleasure with
the other articles once the
journey has begun. Il have, in
my bureau collection, five odd
toothbrush-holder tops, none Of
which fits my present holder)
Three gaping grooves, which
so far as remember, have
never been filled, although I
dimly remember a pair of nee
dlework scissors which might
have gone in one of them.
One silver box for soap, so
shaped that only soap duck
could be jammed into it.
One silver box for nothing
at all.
One shoehorn and one but
tonhook, for which most normal
men would have practically no
use. (These are combined in
one instrument, presumably
catering to the rush and bustls
of modern life.)
One mirror Cbroken) in which
the lower half of the forehead
and the bridge Of the nose may
be seen on a clear day.
Added to these accessories.
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good Fortune mas supplied me
with:
A collar box especially de-
signed to roll, and at the same
time, to un-launder collars. mo
mean mechanical trick.)
Four bottles in a case which,
in the first flush Of ownership,
I used to use for shaving-Water,
gargle, hair tonic and dress
studs, but which I have long
since neglected to refill.
Four shoe bags, now so far
back on my closet floor that it
hardly seems worth while to go
in after them.
Thus we see how, in this age
of progress, travelling has been
made simple, especially if you
leave the fitted suitcase at home
and carry the old Gladstone bag.
Copyright, 1898. King Features
Syndicate, Inc.)
The Washington times., 1933-08-18
Washington Times
Adventure Club

A new member in Beltsville,
Nd, ID Douglas Whitehead, age
30
The Washington times., 1933-08-18

Douglas Whitehead am IL years
old and my birthday is OctO-
ber /. 1 will go to the sixth
grade when school opens.
"By brother, Glenn, age sew
en- on June S, wants to join
the club. He will go to school
in September. I hope to see
my picture in the paper"
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Good Wishes

MEMBERS Of our club
celebrating their birthday an
niverSaries today include
ParOlee Croy, 4O3 G st.
N. w.; Pearl Simon, 529 Vir-
ginia Ave. S. E.; Arthur
Sands, ZIG Ninth st. S. E.;
Paul and Myrtle Plumley,
both of Seat Pleasant, Md;
Sara A. GOsh0un, Baden, Md.
and Ernestine GaIbraith.
We wish them the happiest
Of anniversaries.
The Washington times., 1933-08-18

D ou g | a S
wrote us re-
Gently:
II W o u Id
like to be-
come q men,
ber of the
club. 1 read
tn e funnieS
in The Wash.
ingtOn Times
and the Ad-
venture col
umn e v e r Y
day and like
t h e m both
very much. /
The Washington times., 1933-08-18

TWO LITTLE Adventure Club
members in Norfolk, Va, are
Allyn Sparrow, age 8 and Anne
Lee, age 5. Allyn sent us
this little picture recently with
the request that we put it in
the column. Which we were,
of course, delighted to do.
Our membership in Norfolk
is growing and GROWING and
GROWING.
Evening star., 1933-11-03

said. Maybe the breeze tapped the
Maybe" Sue, making . hasty sur
vey OF the rom y scarcely think,
though. that the breeze tapped over
that vase with the gardenias." She in
dicated q table On 1t was an over.
turned vase from which water was drip-
ping to the floor. And no breeze is
playful enough to take my bag out
from under the pillows on the chaise-
Tongue and put 1t on that chair. Or to
open dressing table drawers"
Jeffrey's eyes followed the tell-tale
evidence.
well, I'll be da-or. rather. I'll
to rouse the house. IN find out who
the proWler is or sweep the pace clean.
What 1t is they want"
ing In the middle Of the room. lips
twitching.
Passport! You mean you've lost it
its been taken?"
1T hasn't been taken. They came
for 1t, but they couldn't find it. It's
safe. Mathilda has 1t. don't want
ton one of your cousins had an ir-
resistible curiosity to learn what was
on that passport"
If find Bea or Sill has stopped to
such methods I'll"
You'll what? Let them know we're
concerned? Play into their hands? Not
II I can prevent you. I'm In this, too,
JET It's my game as much as it Is
yours. We've got to play 1t with poker
faces. It's our only chance Of win
ming We'd better get some sleep now.
II tell you I don't like this business
Of watchful waiting" Jeffrey's hands
were thrust deep in his pockets. His
mouth was stubborn. Il can't see taking
it on the chin"
Better on the chin than in the
back" Sue, quietly. las We stand now
We are wide open to stabbing in the
back. Good night. Jeh-or rather,
good morning. Do try to sleep. You'll
neal to be fresh to meet Mr. Clifford
and MS big bundle of tricks
Eight o'clock in the morning. Sue,
wide awake, tingling for action, rang
the bell and dispatched q maid for
Mathilda.
wen have to equip your bag with
burglar alarms" Mathilda said when
Sue had related the happenings of the
night To-day that passport goes into
my safety deposit box in the bank Too
many persons are interested in it. Now
that that's settled, l advise you to pvt
on your best gown. Susie If you have
any kind of luck, this will be your we'd
ding day
Al 9 o'clock there vas a knock on
the door to the living room.
It's jeff. Matty.' Sue. making pre-
tense of preening before a mirror, i'm
patiently noting the fact that all her
fingers had become thumbs.
Mathilda opened the door.
Come in she said cheerily.- Mrs.
Evening star., 1933-11-03

them you're presenting It. And III
open an account there In tho name of
MIS-. jeffrey Randall. You are to draw
on II, Sue. as you please"
Sue. tensing again. A check for
clothes? Clothes, money, accepting
them from jeffrey? Humiliation. Gold
digger who takes everything and gives
There! She was being sentimental
again. This was an affair Of business,
not Of honor. For women, clothes were
business assets. tools, weapons.
We'll be here at g." Sue, folding
the check with deliberation, slowing 1t
in her bag. Meantime. II I'm ac-
! shall refer everything to you, Jefi.'
On the threshold Of the living room
Jeffrey hesitated. turned, came to Sue.
His hands sought hers, his eyes were
packed with the bafied hurt, the plea
for encouragement. for kindness. that
compelled Sue to hold back an impulse
to mother him.
Partner" he said, "it's turned out
to be q rough deal. II you'd rather
stop playiag. we'll toss down the cards
and call It a game
Sue, rallying. If only jeffrey had
not been endowed with the small boy
quality that tugged at one.
Gamer" she said, and shook her
head In rebuke. I'm amazed at you
JEFF. Why we haven't even finished
stunning the cards"
(To be continued)
Evening star., 1933-11-03

Randall has Just completed her toilet" I"
An awkward pause.
Here we are" Mathilda broke the
spell. All dressed up and plenty Of
Places ps,sxsx,. to go. What's the program.
Sue, searching for an imaginary
something on the dressing table. Her
cheeks burning. She could not face
jeffrey. She could not. Shut in with
him. in suite.
I'm going to get down to the Office
and see Clifford at once" Jeffrey said.
He was as matter Of fact as q sea-
soned husband taking of for his daily
routine. HE will probably keep me
Matty VIII viii haV. things to 0s Which sfu you'll ar
want to attend. Breakfast here, in the
rooms. I'll order car for you at 10
o'clock. We're taking that ride up the
Matty for witness"
"But, yes" Mathildas honest laugh
relieved the strain. 1.-THE marriage GER
tiflcate. You two are getting on so
well without it that it seems a shame
] to bother"
| Sue, echoing the ripple of laughter.
Matty." she said.
Speaking Of attending to things
Mathilda said. dts important that Sue
does some intensive shopping. Her
bridal wardrobe Is not adequate Not
by several evening gowns, fur or two
and other essentials. She's got to have
| clothes. No woman can do her job
without being properly uniformed"
"I'd thought of that" Jeffrey placed
| slip of paper on a table. This is
| a check drawn to cash. Take it to the
! National States Bank. III telephone
Evening star., 1933-11-03
RARcAIN IN L0vEXd
by JANE D,xoN4S.t.2g

unfamiliar presence. Had some one
entered the cabin?
"Mathildap Sues voice, low, pene-
trating. No answer She sat up in
bed-now she was wide awake The
moon cut a path across the misty
carpet. Jeffrey! Had he stolen into
her room? If Jeffrey dared
I'm hearing things" Sue assured
herself. "and feeling them. too. I'm
of cold water would help She clicked
on the night light. The memory Of
the strange rustling persisted. Un-
canny. Turn on other lights and dis
pei the uneasinesS.
Sue suited action to the thought and
gazed about the room. The drawers of
the dressing table! Surely she hadn't
left them open and awry? And her
bag? Distinctly she recalled that she
had slipped it under the cushions of
a chaise-longue. Yet here it was on
chair near the door,
I've had callers again" Anger, like
heat lightning. flashing in Sues syes.
She thrust her feet into worn mules
found her faded kimono. went to the
door to the sitting room and gave a
Subdued rap. Almost at once jeffrey
voice answered.
jeff, are you dressed?"
Practically. Pajamas and lounge
robe. Can't you sleep?"
Not for the moment. I'm going to
open the door, JEFF. Something's hap
pened."
Before she could turn the knob the
door swung open and Jeffrey was on
the threshold
you're all right, Sue?" The con-
Germ in his voice steadied her.
Perfectly It's Just that there have
bcen more nocturnal visitors"
But how could that be? I've been
awake, reading out there. And I have
, fairly good ears"
Not good enough to hear through
several inches Of door. tried it my
self. It's practically sound-proof.' -
Scarlet mounting in Sues cheeks. JET
frey knew, by her own admission, she
had been listening.
Did you lock the door into the
hall?"
" think net. I was sort Of stunned
by the excitenent-the spectacle. I
guess you might call it-and the cham
payne, and just crawled into bed after
deciding it wasn't necessary to lock you
out"
Jeffrey ignored the confession.
You must have been dreaming" he