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gear? No money. no credit!
"Well,' you're working. And III
nave something SOON"
Pat thought of her job tipping
in the large hardware concern.
eve can't go very far on $40 a
week." she said. "Oh, Joan, its
hard being so poor! Do you sup
pose we'll ever be anybody"
Don't worry, I'll get some
thing"
"Yes. You'll get a half dozen
kids to teach after calling on all
the mothers in Memphis. / got
something, too, after wearing out
a half dozen pairs of silk stock
ings, interviewing every depart
ment store manager in town
after answering all the ads for
female help which turned out to
be commission jobs-after regis
tering at all the agencies and
never hearing from them because
more efficient and better trained
girls had registered before me
after asking all our friends to be
thinking what a fine help I'd be
in anything they knew Of, and
please use their influence and"
pat. will you stop?'
Joan was laughing. Pat was ut
terly ridiculous. of course, but
trying to find work without train
ing must be SOLDERING expert
ence.
Well, of course, the thing would
be to go about it properly. She
would drive over to the school ad-
ministration building on Poplar
and talk to Professor Jayne about
work as substitute teacher. And
call Professor Harrison at Tech
and Professor Wilson at Central.
They could probably put her in
touch with some students needing
coaching for college.
There must be opportunities to
sing at entertainments, If she
only knew about them. Mrs. Wal
ter Courtwell probably could di-
rect her to the right people. She
was so active in club and social
life and so understanding and
cordial. She had been interested
in Benny the summer he spent so
much time at the clinic-after he
broke his arm, thus adding to his
other troubles.
"What are you thinking about
JOAN" You look so sober. Wor-
ried?"
"No, we can't afford to worry"
"Can't afford not to-" said Pat.
Joan. l want a different life
from mothers. / don't want to
slave and get wrinkles and gray
hair and be worried everlastingly
because my children can't go with
the right people. | want to belong
to the Cotillion Club and the Din
ner Club It's no fun going to
movies when | want to dance on a
cool roof or go to the Country
Club. Some day Pm going to say
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hard at home. Everything was
shabbier, or perhaps it was just
because she had grown accus-
toned to Injuries.
So exactly the same here, even
the closet door wide open with
Pats clothes revealed in color
full disorder. Many of Pats dress
es were hanging from hooks. The
old ones would be hanging from
hooks. How easily Pat tired Of
! her clothes!
Joan's things were still in her
wardrobe trunk. Perhaps she
would leave them there for a
while. Nonsense. Imagine living
| in trunk at home! Almost as
though she were preparing to re-
turn to school. Almost as though
she had not come home to stay!
The thought was SOLDERING.
Well, never mind. Diplomas were
not the most important things in
the world, after all. What did
people do with them after all the
bother? Nowadays they weren't
even framed. Just tied with rib
bon and relegated to the attic
with the nondescript collection OF
old furniture, old clothes. old
magazines. old toys. Up in the at,
tic where Pat had turned somer,
saults so adventurously from q
rafter when she was 10 and Joan
had come to grief and uncon,
seriousness trying to follow.
Nobody ever could follow Pats
pace. Even the boys respected
her abilities. Pat had been such
a funny kid, shaking her red silk
parasol in the face of the ugly
tempered cow, and then scram,
bling over the fence just in time
to escape vicious horns. There
was the time Pat came out from
under the car with axle grease
smudged on her little nose after
located the trouble and fixing it.
while the big Brown boys stood
helplessly by. "Now, drive itn
Pat had said contemptuously.
Joan turned, studying the young
sleeper beside her. Pats rounded
white arms were outside the COW
er. How lovely she was with hen
long lashes against her cheeks
and that impudent, provocative
tilt to her slender nose! Wher
her eyes opened, they would be g
clear. cool, lovely blue.
Pats blue eyes opened. "Well
old gal, you are here, aren't you
Glad to be back?" In the slightly
husky drawl that was so typically
Pat.
TERRIBLY glad to be with you
and mother, Benny and Bill"
eff l didn't know you, Joan
I'd say you're a cheerful liar, but
you would be glad like Pollyanna
over nothing" Pat was silent 7
moment. Joan, can you tell me
how we're going to manage thi:
winter and next summer and next
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out to the club just as casually
as other girls. Just watch and
seen
Joan was out Of bed now, Slip
ping into a bright green kimono.
"Well. when do we begin getting
rich and powerful? And how DO
we do it,"
GIVE an idea I'll have to marry
a rich husband-like Jerry For
rester."
"Who is he?"
"Just the boss's son. He's been
hanging around lot. Pm just a.
good looking as some of the girls
who drive around with him IN
that big French car" She added
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twas thinking that Joan had
changed in the year since her last
visit at home. There was an air
of responsibility about her. 1t
showed in her dark eyes, in the
set of the slim young shoulders
and in the preoccupied little tuck
that appeared now in her smooth
forehead as she met her mothers
eyes.
Mother, you're thinner"
NOW, dear, you're not to wor-
ny about me! Pm feeling fine"
Mrs. Warning added irrelevantly,
Dicks changed, too, and getting
along fine. He's come home to
serve his interneship."
! Joan laughed. Mother, you
matchmaker! Are you trying to
marry me off already?"
1t had been almost four years
since Joan had seen Dick Thorn
ton. He had probably changed a
lot. Dick had carried her books
when they attended Bruce school.
Junior high days mad separated
them when the Thorntons had
moved to suburban section.
But most afternoons and eve
nings he could be found at the
Warning home. Dick was a staid
senior when Joan entered Central
High but not too dignified and
important to carry her books
again, to watch her progress
proudly and guard her at football
games from encroaching mascu-
line chances. Throughout the two
years at Miss Barrington's it had
been the same. 1t would be nice
to see Dick again. Dear, devoted
Dick! But it would not be espe-
cially exciting. There was nothing
really very exciting about Dick.
Joan stirred, stretched slim,
strong arms over her head and
then bounded into a sitting posi-
ton. Gracious, it must be seven
fo'clock! The next moment she
was smuggling under the comfort
luXuriously. Easy to forget she
wasn't at Holbrook Hall with an
early morning pupil to coach.
Easy to forget she was at home.
Tomorrow it would seem less
strange, perhaps, to be away from
all the excitement-the rush of
things that were somehow so or
dered, and to be back home set
Ting into old grooves again.
Everything was so exactly the
same here at home. The mahog-
any desk stood in the same corner,
less orderly than it should be,
with Pats writing materials scat
tered over it and, stacks of old
letters exposed. The chiffonier
which Joan and Pat had shared
since they were little children was
outlined in the half gloom. The
square bulk of the cedar chest
was in its familiar place under
the window, piled with bright Gre
tonne cushions and some more
frivolous ones of lace and organ
ldy.,
In summer the chest was filled
with winter articles and in win
ter it held summer clothes and
always when it was opened it gave
out a fresh, Eungent scent of
cedar which was pleasant.
The rug had been old when she
left for Holbrook Hall. 1t was
three years older now. More than
once she and Pat had studied its
waning possibilities as floor COW
ering and moved furniture to hide
worn places.
Joan was suddenly swept by re-
morse as she remembered how
carelessly she had accepted the
luxurious life at Holbrook Hall,
the charming suite with its dainty
bath and shower that she had
shared with Ellen and Eileen
Bronson, the rich twins from Jer-
sey City. Things must have been
IE-I1Z
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! toward the entrance. He stopped
suddenly as the girl behind him
came near.
II beg your pardon"
Cheers. 1t had been silly
ruse, blocking the way. Probably
she SuSpected-but it had work
! ed.
He moved aside. Sorry" He
said it abruptly, at loss to seize
opportunity now that it was pre-
sented to him. Others had press
ed into the narrow passage and
for moment the girl was very
close to him.
He watched her later as she Sc
lected her bag from the miscel-
laneous assortment outside, tip
ped the porter and followed in
the wake of the red cap. Having
identified his own baggage, he
hurried after her, his long strides
bringing him close again as she
neared the gate.
Il beg your pardon. Did you
drop your handkerchief"
=
She whirled, resentment in her
eyes and in her voice.
II did not"
Il hope you don't think"
ut isn't necessary when things
are so obvious"
Then, as her eyes fell on the
handkerchief in his hand, her
tone changed. "Oh," she said in
confusion. at is mine! How in
the world"
Color flew to her face. She
was sure he was thinking that
she had invited this, resorted to
the old trick.
She reached for the handker-
chief, and then laughed sudden
ly.
you were silly" Bob said cas-
lily, falling into step. His eyes
leased.
Surely" he went on, "a young
woman with so much worldly ex-
perience as you have evidently
bookkeeping your head when
all about you men are losing
theirs, as kiphng would say"
is all that extravagant speech
necessary"
What I mean" Bob ignored
the remark, 'is that you should
be able to distinguish between
the kind of men who wouldn't
try to meet a nice girl except
through conventional channels
and" .
Are there men like that"
His eyes glinted with humor,
but he concluded firmly, And
the type who would resort to
masher methods" :.. e..
They were in the lobby now,
and the girl lifted her eyes to his
frankly. So
well, as a matter-of-fact l
didn't think you were that kind.
1t was rather a disappointment
to believe you might be for a mo-
ment. But it is my handkerchief
and SO I'm sorry was rude"
Don't apologize" said Bob.
"You see l don't deserve such
kindness. / took your handker-
chief from you as. you We're leav-
ing the train"
you took my handkerchief"
Amusement in her eyes. 81 think
you are perfectly outrageous.
"Of course. But it seemed to
be the only way, if 1 were ever
to see you again"
"Well, you won't~ .
"Ch. yes. I'll ring every door
bell in Memphis until find
you"
'.Ours doesn't ring"
"Then I'll use the knocker." :.
The girl raised her eyes to his,
regarding him coolly. She spoke
slowly. 81 think you are the
most absurd person l ever met
and the most conceited to think
that L"
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, Her voice broke. She turned
and walked swiftly toward the
stair. Her eyes were shining. A
girl with blond hair, a big char
and delicate-looking youngstel
were coming to meet her.
Joan" 1t was chorus from
: the newcomers.
Pat, Bill, Benny"
The blond girl was kissing her
So her name was Joan! He was
following not too closely, wher
a voice hailed him: "Hi there
Bob Weston! Well, what do you
know about this? What are you
doing in Memphis?"
Duke Turner"
They shook hands.
Last person in the world
ever expected to see! Say, Bob
where you stopping? Can't l put
you up?"
Thanks, no. | have a room
at the hotel. But I'd like to be
with you tomorrow. Say, Duke
wait minute, will You? There's
girl | want to see"
well, of course" Grinning.
Bob scanned the motor cars
moving away from the curb but
the quartet he sought had disap,
peared.
Anything important" askec
Duke, his eyes on Bob's sober
face.
"Well, rather. Duke, do you
know a girl named Joan?"
Eyes, of course"
THAT makes it all right. You
would know her"
"Dumbbell! l know a dozen
Joans in Memphis. Well, at least
half dozen. Joan Baker, Joan
Richardson"
"She has gorgeous dark hail
and wonderful blue eyes,"
"Um. Joan Smith, the stenog-
brown. Say, what size do you
has black hair, but her eyes are
brown. ay, what size do you
think this town is anyway? Now,
at Princeton if you wanted to
find Joan it would be a simple
matter. A dozen fellows could
help you. But really. Bob, I've
grown serious and gray in the
three years since we were at
school and that sort of thing is
rather out of my line now"
Don't be a darn fool. This is
no heavy date. This is a real
girl"
"Oh, l see," his friends eyes
twinkled. "Well, in that case,
maybe we could do something
about it. Sure she lives in Mem
phis? Might be passing through,
you know"
"Her luggage was marked j.
w. Memphis Besides a flock OF
relatives met her."
Ten minutes later Bob was
standing before a window in his
hotel room staring out. But he
was not thinking of the pano-
rama spread below-the symph-
ony of smoke and lights and
buildings.
She had spirit, that girl. He
liked that too.
Duke was thinking. too, as ne
guided his coupe through traffic
along Union. This Joan. Well,
if she knew what a break she
had almost had! To think that
Robert Weston, heir to the Wes-
ton fortune, and one Of New
York's most eligible young bache-
lors, was ravipg like lunatie
and threatening to turn the lit
tie old city upside down looking
for a girl named Joan!
-. So
Joan at that moment was en-
veloped in her mothers arms.
Darling, you're grown up?'
Il was grown before l went
away"
"You were just a little girl"
said Mrs. Waring tenderly. She
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after a moment, Joan, you know
you're awfully good looking now.
You've changed
Joan blushed. Don't be silly"
"Probably there's a man.
"No."
Haven't you ever seen one who
made you feel like you were do
ing a fip-fop from a plane-all
excited and scared and thrilled?'
wdiotw Joan added after a mo-
ment honestly: "Well, one"
(To be continued
Advertise it or you may
have to keep it
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Evening star., 1933-05-02
DLD IS1A OlOANAdO ". Burgess.

will make their hearts seem to jump
right up in their throatS.
Danny and Nanny Meadow Mouse
End their cousin, Whitefoot the Wood
Mouse, not to mention their other
cousins. Nimbleheels and Jumping
Mouse, are among these. Keen eyes
are ever watching for them and they
know 1t. They know 1t, and they know
that one wee minute Of carelessness
may cost a life So by day and night
they are constantly having rights,
some of them without real cause.
Peter Rabbit had failed to return to
the dear Old Briar patch before day
light. In fact, daylight found him on
the Green Meadows not far from the
Smiling Pool and out in the open,
where no sensible Rabbit would be in
the light of day. But Peter wasn't SEN
sible. Who could be, with the Joy OF
Spring in every breath Of air? There
was too much going on, too much to
see, too much to hear, for Peter to
think Of going back to the dear Old
Briar-patch just because jolly, round,
bright Mr.. Sun was climbing up in the
blue. blue sky.
Quite by chance, Peter had met his
old friend, Danny Meadow Mouse.
Hello, Danny!" exclaimed Peter. 1T
is long time since we last met.
had begun to fear that something had
happened to you. What are you doing
way over here?"
Living here" returned Danny, in
his funny. squeaky voice.
"Is Nanny with you?" asked Peter.
"Of course" squeaked Danny. You
don't think I would be way over here
without her, do you?"
q 10 rtan ~ caid potA A~
looking all about.
She is at home with the babies" +"
replied Danny.
And where is that?" inquired Peter.
Peter" said Danny, I'VE are old
friends. but now you have asked me
something which really is none Of your
business"
Peter chuckled. "Supposing find
it? said he
That will be another matter"
squeaked Danny. What is wrong
now? You look as If you are fright
ened. What is it?"
Peter was sitting up. Now he sud
denly crouched and f1attened himself
on the ground as much as he could.
Danny was right. Peter did look fright
ened. He was frightened. For once in
his life he envied Danny. The latter.
WiLilouI Wd4liIlS lOE d Icply, hdu CidWlCO
under some dead grass.
"A Hawk" whispered Peter. II saw
the shadow sweeping over the grass
straight toward u.s."
Never had Peter felt more helpless
than now. Here he was right out where
the grass was short. There was moth
ing to hide behind or under. To take
to his long heels would be useless, for
he knew that the swift wings of any
of the Hawk family could overtake him
long before he could reach shelter. So
instantly, without waiting long enough
to look up to see which Hawk was
making that frightful shadow, he had
flattened himself. 1t was the one and
only thing to do. If he had been
seen he might escape If he had been
seen, well. it would be just too bad.
Yes, sir, it would be Just too bad for
Peter. Anyway, he thought it would.
He shivered as the shadow of great,
broad wings swept over him and
seemed to pause for a minute. And
Danny Meadow Mouse shivered, too.
tCopyrieht 1881
Evening star., 1933-05-02
Frightful Shadow.

The timid live in constant fear
Zen when there is no danger near.
Old Mother Nature.
Evening star., 1933-05-02
Pot Roast With Noodles.

Four pounds rump or shoulder roast
three tablespoonsful meat dripping, two
tablespoonsful chopped onion. one table
spoonful salt, one-fourth teaspoonful
pepper, one tablespoonful chopped pars-
ley, one bay leaf, two tablespoonsful
chopped green pepper. two cups water.
one package noodles (six ounces). Rub
meat with salt and pepper and dredge
in -four :. lace the meat in kettle
with the hot drippings and brown on all
sides Brown the onion and green pepper
slightly and add the water and remain
ing seasonings. Let mixture simmer
approximately three hours or until meat
is done Turn the meat occasionally.
Cook noodles in boiling salted water
until done. Remove meat from pan and
skim off any excess fat from the stock.
Add noodles and let stand few min
utes and serve around meat.
Evening star., 1933-05-02
Uncle Rays
Corner
African Adventures.
In a Lions Mouth.


IF some one should ask you, What Is
lion?" you might reply, "A big
cat that roars."
i Lions are members of the cat
family, and they are the only men,
berS which are able to roar.
African lions are known as savage
beasts, but it would be a mistake to
fancy that they always 60 raging about,
looking for victims. Most OF their
hunting is done at night. Unless lion
Is very hungry, or Is wounded, he is
not likely to attack man. Very often
well-fed lion can be sent about his
business If a man tosses a stick at him
or makes loud noise.
Most lions try to steer clear of people,
their victims being Zebras or other ami
mails which cannot fight back very well;
but some lions make a practice OF at
tacking men, and are known as man
caters" They steal upon sleeping peo-
pie, and carry them of.
Two British soldiers in Southern
Africa once set out on horseback to
make a journey through Mashonaland.
They were bound for the village OF
Salisbury, 10 miles away.
When darkness came, the troopers
tied their horses to a tree, built
campfire and prepared meal for them
selves. After eating, they lay down be-
side the fire to sleep.
Beasts of the forest usually are
afraid to come close to a fire; but the
fire which the soldiers had built prob
ably died down. for lion came Slip
ping toward the sleeping men. He
seized one of them in his great jaws,
and started dragging him away.
Help! Help!" cried the poor fellow.
"A lion has got me!'
His companion sprang to his feet and
picked up his rife Then he ran in the
direction from which the cries were
coming He was afraid to shoot at the
lion, lest the bullet strike his friend;
Evening star., 1933-05-02

for something to grasp with her hind
ones. The body juices now into her
veins and she Is soon dry and ready
to answer the call Of her suitor.
Monarchs have been seen flying 500
miles from shore. Well Is the monarch
named 1t is daring flyer, of indomit-
able determination as it pushes its way
to the edge of the Arctic zone, explor-
ing leisurely the seas of the Orient and
the Occident.
The only persistent enemy IS the.
clever ichneumon fly. You will be
quite astonished to see an annoyed
caterpillar whip out yellow f1laments
and lash them back and forth in an
effort to frighten of its destroyer.
tCopyright, l933)
Evening star., 1933-05-02

owner shivers and most unusual-look-
ing insect is revealed. 1t is broader be-
low than above, and in a few days the
outer tissues harden and the creature
Is inclosed In an exquisite green and
golden spotted "casket." something like
silken shroud. So thin is the mate
rial that you can see the developing
butterfly getting ready to emerge. One
day the sheath will split and the butter
fly will grasp the surface with her legs.
The wings, appearing short at first,
soon smooth out their wrinkles and ex-
pand to their great size. As she hangs
there by her front legs she feels about
Evening star., 1933-05-02

tight suit OF. At last they have COM
pleted their experience as a creeping
creature and spin a silken mat on
which to stand. They fasten the claws
Of the hind feet in the silken mesh,
free the front ones, and lean backward
and upward. In this position they re-
main for day, while the body juices
flow downward, resulting in swollen
knob on the lower segments.
When tho skin finally splits, the
.koNARcH auIIeREIX.
Evening star., 1933-05-02
Casserole of Steak.

One and one-hslf pounds round steak.
(grounO, one green pepper, three
onions, one-half pound cheese, one
fourth pound mushrooms, one-half tea
spoonful salt, one-fourth teaspoonful
pepper, one can tomato bouillon, two
cupsful cooked rice. Slice pepper,
onions and mushrooms and brown to-
gether in small quantity Of fat. Re-
move from pan and brown the
steak. Add to steak the Drowned vege-
tables, tomato juice, grated cheese, salt
and pepper. Line casserole dish with
cooked rice, add the first mixture and
c "~vered one and one-half hours in
a Moderate oven, 375 degrees r.
Evening star., 1933-05-02

THE SLEEPING MAN WAS SEIZED
BY THE LION.
but he fired twice into the air. hoping
that the noise would frighten the beast.
Sure enough! At the sound of the
shots. the lion dropped his victim and
ran away.
Except for wounds in his shoulder,
from the teeth of the lion the man had
not been injured. After being treated
at the hospital in Salisbury. he recov
cred.
tFor Adventure" section of your
scrapbook.)
A diagram of the sun and planets
appears in the leaflet, "Marvels of
the Sky" which is seTrt without
charge to readers who mail
stamped, elf-addreSsed envelope to
Uncle Ray in care of this newspaper.
UNCLE RAY.
Copyright. 1933D
Evening star., 1933-05-02
Bacon Bread.

Sift one cupful Of corn meal with one
teaspoonful of salt and half a teaspoon
full Of baking soda. Add two cupfuls of
buttermilk. one unbeaten egg, and beat
well. Lastly add two cupfuls of crisply
fried breakfast bacon which has been
broken into small pieces Bake in a
frying pan in a moderate oven until
firm and brown