The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-02-02
WATCH THE BASKET

Published by Special Advancement. with The
0hicage Tribune-New York News Syndicate,
Inc.
Copyright: 1884: By HENRY q. ROWLAND
I'm TWO PARTS-PART ONE
THE TALE OF STRANGE ADVEN-
TURES THAT BEFELL A MILLION
DOLLAR MOVIE ACTRESS AND A
HERO OF THE LOST BATTALION
WHO FLEW THROUGH THE
NIGHT TO HELP (THEY
THOUGHT) A SICK MAN.
Once in a while it happens that a
scout who is looking for. one thing
finds something else, that's worth sew
eral times over what he's out after.
Like a funny fisher picking UP a chunk
OF anbergris. He might not even know
what it was at the time.
Miracle studios wanted to make a
down to San Diegoto see what, he could
ing to an old Breton skipper who own
ed a small modernly equipped whaler
when the captains daughter came in.
Dill Wdo Od1CO UuI SGlu LdO SeIlSe
enough to know he'd found something.
Because the girl had well spaced light
gray eyes and cheekbones and dark
thick hair with a hot glow in it and
. few other props that seemed to be-
long to the Magyar banks of the DAN
ube, they nicknamed her "Hunny,"
though the stuff the bees make was
there, too. Her other name was Ker-
odec, and she was Breton on her faith
er's side. The Morbihan Bretons have
q Hunnish look.
Hunny had plenty Of sense and she
had graduated from a convent school,
where she topped her classes, especial
~ in English and diction. She made
her big splash in a central European
melodrama, so they got busy with a
follower: 1.-THE Princess Thalia." When
nearly ready for the preview everybody
from her most Jealous rival to the low
est grip had to admit that it was bound
to lift the mortgage on Miracles old
home lot.
With all of their good eggs in that
one basket you'd have thought they'd
watch the basket. But not a bit of it.
Hunny drifted round and about with
that million dollar picture in her wrist
bag and no bodyguard but her dach-
shund, Dinkel. Neither of them were
what you might call chummy souls
round the studio, nor timid souls, for
that matter. Hunny was a steady work.
er and dependable, and her only out
ings were to run down to San Diego
for a weeks end with her dad, the old
Concarneau whaler skipper, when he
N0vna In frnrn q trim Che cNopk lor
Idle moments in teaching Dinkel police
dog tricks.
I was n of the Lost Battalion"
as we stunt flyers called ourselves, and
had made a few hits in doping out
thrills in sky clowning. In this "Prin-
cess Thalia" picture I was cast as the
soldier Of fortune pilot of the exiled
Balkan prince hero who had waited
back disguised to start fresh trouble,
always the principal home product of
those states. No acting to speak in
my part, but plenty Of stunt flying like
pancaking in the keep of an old castle
On the Kazan Klaus and getting snak-
ed off the top Of the cliffs at the end
Of q rope, like a glider.
Hunny had always seemed to like me,
perhaps because I never spoke or act
ed out of turn with her. The dachs,
Dinkel liked me, too, and that helped
he was n of the heavy muscled, one
track shock troop breed and loved moth
ing but Hunny and a crash with four
times his weight in pampered dog meat.
Hunny vas his horizon clear round, and
his sales resistance to new friends was
90 per cent. Dinkel had a funny way
Of camping on a cushion with one eye
shut and the other blinking at Hunny
II she stirred a finger.
On this lovely night I was swinging
my folding bed on its outrigger to clear