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La opinión., 1935-09-29

dos mas que la del Sol.
Esto cayo de sorpresa a la
eiencia, pues nunca sospecharon
u ell hombre pudiera superar
la temperature Solar que es de
5000 grades aproximadamente.
Ell bulbo rectificador mas
grande del Mundo, ACADIA de de-
mostrarse en- Milwaukee. Este
bulbo tiene un output" de
10000 (un millon) de watts a
$4,000 voltios c. D. Es capaz
de rectificar suficiente energia
electrical, para encender todas
las casas de una eiudad de 65, 1000
habitantcs.
FL uso de las ondas de radio
a atlas frecuencias, Sc esta apli
eando en- la medieina como un
magnifico permioida.
Algunos dentistas las emplean
con buenos resultados para de-
tener Ell proceso de deterioro en-
oil esnaIte y los otros elementos
que componen los dientes.
X X
Un residente dc Glendale,
Calf, no puede escuchar pro-
aramas de radio sin conectar su
euerpo q terra.
X X x
Ell radio no afecta la tempera-
tura U otras condolences atmos
fsricas, sine que la atmosfera
afecta Ia reception de radio, re
sultando en- estatica y fading
o sea ell fenomeno de que la on
da So IVA" euando el radio esta
tocando.
La opinión., 1935-09-29

lie AQUI, para solaz de
H aquellos que prefieren su
lectura, algunas instantaneas
de Hollywood, tomadas al azar
dentro y fuera de los estudios'
durante Ia semana que hoy
termina:
Jean Kiepura cantando n
tie un grupo de periodicals..
que o senores. .!-Carole
Lombard, con la cabeza n
~vuelta en- un panolon de soda
saliendo de una casa de Be
verify Hills, para tomar un u
to color naranja. i Todavia
tendra aquel r Dussen
berg Gary Cooper?-La casa
de Constan :e Talmadge ha ST
do alquilada a Cary Grant
Ell inseparable perro de Clau-
dette Colbert.-Mae West tie
ne una pierna mas larga que
la otra. Por ESQ cojea ligera-
mente.-Y la West nunca ha
viajado por mar. nj quiere.
Tiene ell presentimiento de que
va a morir en- un naufragio.-
Carta de Lupita Tovar, va en-
canine para Los Angeles
Rotulo zen espanol' en- un
set" de los estudios: Cafe
de la Belladona".-Y ahora Sc
dice que ell titulo de 'Deseo',
sera quitado de la ~pelicula que
viven Cooper y la Dietrich, pa
ra ponersele otro. Antics Sc
llamo Gel Collar de Perlas'.
Jack Oakie tomando leccio-
mes de canto para reePlazar a
Bing Crosby en- una pelicula.
Use ha marchado va Barry
Norton Anita Campillo ce-
nando con su novio en- un cafe
de Hollywood. Y Juan Tore
ma lego a saludarla.-George
Raft perdio mil dolares como
resultado de la pelea Louis
Baer.-Y creo que es TODD por
hoy. Take it away!
La opinión., 1935-09-29

proclamar que ell proletariado de
cada naci6n, debe estar listo y pre-
parade para aproyechar la inminen
ella de la guerra y hacer que sc de-
rrumbe en- sus respectivos paises el
regimen capitalista, i~nstituyendo
en- su lugar ell regimen de los ira
bajadores.
"Nosotros sabemos que, habiendo
permanecido intactas las causas psi
mordiales que desencadenaron la
guerra de 1914, tenria Que llegar ell
momento en- que la urdimbre en- que
Sc debaten los %gobiernos imperialis
tas trearia como consequence in
eludible y fatal, una nueva guerra
mas sangrienta que la anterior;
pero tamiben sabemos que a traves
de ounce amos de agitaci6n social
intensa, los trabajadores del mum
do han venido adquiriendo una con
ciencia cada dfa mayor, del papel
que en- ell drama social tienen enco-
mendado como representatives de
la clase proletaria, y que no concu-
rriraH a n nueva matanza uni
%versal. sino para cumplir con ell de-
Der de i%ntentar remover en- sus CT
mientos las causas originates del
actual desorden social. Y 81 es posi-
BILE, hacer tabla rasa del sistema ca
pitalista para implantar ell sistema
s~ocialista revolucionario.
"Por estas razones-termina d.
cIendo la i~niciativa aprobada por la
mayorfa parlamentaria-la palabra
energica, al par que serena, del
Gobierno de Mexico en- Ginebra, Sc
cundada y aprobada por otras ma
clones americans y europeas. no
menos conscientes del instante So
lemne que vivimos, ha repercuti-
do en- ell mundo entero y ha sido re
cibida con sincere APPLAUSE por los
s%ectores izquierdistas de los diver
SOS ~pafses".
La opinión., 1935-09-29
Este HollyWood!...
tsioue de la Ca. Pao.)

rarla fuera, y ella misma, en-
pantalones Y con La melena al
aire, salio por la puerta cen
tral, para abordar ell vehieu-
10. 1enia ell aspecto de una
persona que teme e moles-
tada por 10 coleccionadores de
autografos, pero con gran des-
Illusion suya, ninguno Sc apro-
ximo para pedirle una firma.
Dos jovenes que La obserYa-
ban, t~rataron de reconocerla'
pero al fin, y cuando Marie
ne habia subido al coche, uno
de ellos comento:
-lCreis que nos engana-
ba....! Els otra imitadora de
la Dietrich =.
La opinión., 1935-09-29
PAGARA SU DEU-
DA EXTERIOR

NUEvA YORK, Septiembre 2S.-
Apenas Sc supo en- ell stock Echange
que ell Gobierno del Peru habia re
suelto hacer ell servicio de intere-
ses de su deuda de ochenta y siete
millones doscientos diez mil dola-
res, Embellishments subieron algu-
nos puntos en- ell mercado.
La opinión., 1935-09-29
Los Descendientes de Moctezuma, sin Pension
Nuevo en- Radio
Por EOMUNDO GUERRERO

Miembro de Ia Socedad de Ingenieros CHARACTERIZATION y de la
Sociedad Acustica de America
La opinión., 1935-09-29

(3D.-Auuf qued6 trunea esta In
teresante carta de Higgins.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-04-14

He raised his head and listened when he
heard footsteps and burst of loud voices
outside but the steps passed away and then
receded. 1t was Hallowe en- and jewellers were
abroad. Griswald had picked Halloween for
the murder. 1t was an important detail in his
ingenious, yet simple plan.
He was brought to his feet by the sudden
sharp ringing of the door bell.
Unhurriedly. he arose and crossed the room,
switched the porchlight on and opened the
door. Under the dim orange colored light bulb
stood two men. One was tall, sparsely built
and dark of face, the other was portly. almost
rotund. A heavy car. with an officer in uniform
at the wheel. purred at the curb.
"Mr. George Griswald?" the thin man
asked.
Eyes"
I'm Detective Lieutenant Paul Ames of
the Metropolitan Squad" the man said in
smooth suave voice. This is Sergeant Rice"
George felt sort of subtle intoxication
now that he was face to face with the law. He
opened the door wide.
Come in," he said simply.
The two men stopped short as they caught
sight of the lifeless figure sprawled across the
threshold of the bedroom.
The portly man said heavily:
And we thought it was Hallowe EN- joker
Ames said nothing. His dark, inscrutable
eyes moved about the room. He crossed to
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A Will
The story Of hvo men

of the windows. He must have seen me at the
same time, for he came for me. When he closed
in, struck him with the tire iron"
Thinking he was burglar" the specific
Rice prompted.
YES" said George. HE grabbed me and l
struck him again. He fell and lay still.
switched the light on and saw that was in the
wrong house. I was Mortified called you.
That's ALL
The expression on the sergeant's rubicoHi.
face denoted that it was plenty. He moistened
his fingers and turned fresh leaf in his report
book.
= Lieutenant Ames said nothing for full
minute. He was looking over the sergeants
shoulder into the entrance hall where the
dead mans hat and overcoat hung on a peg.
There were no lights on anywhere in the
house?" he asked.
mo. If there had been, would hardly
have made the mistake"
Even so - making the same mistake twice
i mean, again, the second time after you
returned from the garage with the tire iron
was - curious" -
George felt the mans dark eyes boring
into his own. He met them squarely. He had
prepared for this moment in advance. 1t was
the master touch. The little detail that made
the strongest link in his carefully prepared
chain of events.
That's the horrible part of it," he said.
Some one had changed the house numbers
A Halloween prank, imagine"
Sergeant Rice's mouth fell wide open.
CONTINUED on saexf paee)
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gears for his re0enge! II
and a box Of gold
by CARL CLAUSEN

the silent form and dropped to his knees
beside it. Raised the head and examined the
bruise on the temple and the other one at the
base of the skull. Then he picked up the
heavy blood stained tire iron. He hefted it in
his hand as if to test its efficacy by its weight.
Suppose you tell us just what happened
here, Mr.. Griswald, " he said Strengthening up.
"Your telephone message was bit m
coherent"
George drew deep breath.
LAS told you on the telephone, made
mistake in the houses. live next door. I had
been to movie in Manhattan - David
Copperfield' When walked up the steps of
what thought was my own house - they're
exactly alike, you know = found that I'd
lost my keys"
He paused and ran his hand through his
hair.
Il went back to the garage, thinking Id
dropped them in the car When found that
hadn't, asked the garage attendant to let me
have something to pry the window open with.
He loaned me the tire iron. returned, jim
mied the rear window of the bedroom, beyond,
and rawled through it -
Thinking it was your own house?" Ser
geant Rice supplied. He was stickler for
exactness.
Yes. When l stepped inside, heard
sound in this room. The door, there, was open.
l saw the form of man outlined against one
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As GEORGE GRISwALD surveyed the
~ dead man lying across the threshold
between the living room and the
bedroom, he was conscious of no
other emotion than that of satisfaction at a
task completed - successfully and cleverly
completed.
The weapon with which he had killed the
man, short heavy length of iron such as
garage mechanics use in changing tires, lay
on the floor beside the lifeless form. Griswald
had dropped it there, purposely. 1t was one
of the many little details in his carefully con-
structed alibi for the evening.
He took seat in an easy-chair with a
feeling of relief. The years-long quest was over.
For the last time, he ran over in his mind the
various steps of his mastery planned crime
He was safe. Not chance of slp-up
anywhere.
Bendix the man he had just killed. had
been clever, too, in merging his vivid per-
sonality with. and losing his identity. in
place like this. The house was one of hun
dred all exactly alike; the street, Macklin
Place, as lacking in individuality as the rest
of the streets in Sunrise Park. or any of the
other half dozen real estate developments on
Long Island within the historic forty live
minutes of Broadway.
Griswald smiled to himself Bendix had un-
Willingly prepared the setting for his own
death. The very room in which Griswald was
sitting differed in no essential detail from the
living rooms of the houses on either side of it,
or. for that matter, in any of the half dozen
other blocks of Sunrise Park
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As GEORGE GRIswALD surveyed the
~ dead man lying across the threshold
n between the living room and the
bedroom, he was conscious of no
Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-11-23

cradle period prior to my momentous
appearance amid the sage brush and
priclsly pear of that desolate region,
Silver Bow had served as a terminal
station. That was while the Utah g.
Northern was being extended down Sill
yer Bow canyon and Deer Lodge valley
TO Garrison and up Silver Bow creek to
Butte. The big station, remaining as It
had served terminal purposes, stood In
the southern angle Of the Y connecting
the Butte branch with what was then
considered the main line. Especially
the wareroom was enormous, having
been thus built conveniently to handle
transfer Of northb0und freight, the
greater part Of which was destined for
Butte. And, be it known, the Butte
traffic was at that time increasing by
leaps and bounds Butte was then
humdinger Of a camp. Everybody there
about. except boy telegraphers, was
getting rich.
I still shudder whenever I think Of
that desolate nearly empty wareroom
at Silver Bow In which I got almost
hopelessly lost during a pitch dark,
cold wintry night.
In my anxiety to learn all about rail-
reading, and someday possibly becom-
ing general superintendent Of some big
line. overexerted myself. Not yet
wholly beyond my adolescence, work.
ed myself into a strange condition Of
nerves. Before the end of my first six
months at Silver Bow was doing prac-
tically all the station work, both day
and night. The actual labor was, Of
course, not great, and suspect that
Mac did not realize that was laboring
under too much nervous tension. He
was no shirker It merely gradually
developed that I was on duty all the
time except when going to and from
my boarding house or taking an oc-
casional tramp up Browns gulch with
q fishhopk, short line, and can OF
hoppers.
It may be wondered when I slept. At
Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-11-23

you1 surely make the grade. But re-
member this-a super has his troubles
too He cannot always do as he would
like to do BE brave
He swung aboard, the train. pulled
hurrledly out, and almost tearfully /
watched 1t until 1t passed from sight
in Silver Bow canyon. Toward III
O'Clock two evenings later I was aros1s-
ed BY my call to be startled by recogni-
ton Of w. p. P.'s singular. rather
Jerky keying which always identified
him whenever rafe1y he worked the
wires, individually In a tremble / ana
swered the call. Then, To my inexEsrea~
sihle delight, came two messages for my
very own self. One ordered me to re
port Immediately to the agent at Deer
Lodge for duty as day OPERATOR the
other was q telegraphic pass. could
not write. All could do was to gape
and listen. From memory, as best 4
could, later transcribed the messages.
continued In my trance until, rather
irnpatiently, w. P.-Ps asked: Are yOa
there, SB?"
I grabbed the key and said: Eyes But
I'm paraIyzed. o. X. J. 81, S. 3. Many,
many tnx" CThanls)
@HI, hi" came back. BE good bog.
N. M" (No more)
That was the beginning OF my lass
considerable job as telegrapher. IN
Deer Lodge served the Utah q North
ern about four years. Then, like mnHs
OF the Etuarts of our breed became
restless and drifted to other and pos
sibly less promising work.
Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-11-23
~ IANfEs 3. sTuARTl


backward, turn backward, o Time
In thy flight:
Make me a boy again, just for to-
night"
In the life Of every boy there are ex-
periences which so deeply affect his
brain cells that during his old age they
stand out In his memory far more clear
ly than the memories Of happenings
which impressed him during his later
years. An old brain is so crowded with
old impressions as TO leave little room
for new ones. Perhaps such under
standing gave origin to the platitude:
''You cannot teach an old dog new
tricks" Yet, until he draws his last
breath, that same old dog remembers
the minutest happenings Of his puppy
hood.
During the year or eighteen months
immediately following my unforgettable
experiences in Hell Gate canyon, Mon
tana, where in very small ways help
ed TO build the Northern Pacific rail-
way, was delighted by receiving q job
as night telegraph operator at Silver
Bow junction, six or seven miles south
west Of Butte.
Silver Bow was then and is yet
lonely spot on Montanas s immense map.
But, during my IS months service
there, I kept myself so busy that
realized little of the loneliness Of the
place, except possibly during brief spells
In the middle of cold wintry nights
when the coyotes sang their wierd
songs and the taut wires made con-
tinuous eerie music by their Aeolian
vibrations
During my stay at Silver Bow. and
for q considerably longer time, good
al NTnT CagcyfaFfF1 y.
ed as agent and day operator. In his
husky old age Mac is now serving as q
tennis instructor in THE Indian VII
iage." Balboa park, San Diego. OF late
years he has taken TO spasms Of long
drawn clever poetical "reminiscences
which periodically appear on the pages
Of the Montana Standard. Recently
the Standard published one of his
poems and facetiously referred to its
musical jinglings as a violent volcanic
eruption which caused severe earth
quakes all the way from San Diego's
balmy city to Butte and back again.
just the same they well know, as do
their readers. that Macs eruptionS are
always very clever and pleasing.
With my beginning service at Silver
Bow / had lately passed my 18th birth |
day. now know that was not then |
as yet fully developed. was very anx-
IOus to improve my telegraphy and, |
Il possible, learn the technic Of railway /
bookkeeping While trying TO hold
me down TO reasonable hours, very
patiently Mac coached me and humored |
me until was doing practically all the |
small bookkeeping then required at that /
little way station.
But silver Bow had not then long |
been a way station. During q consid-
Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-11-23

rion Smith Boone, Great Falls, sec
retary; and Stanley Koch, Missoula.
public relations. Opening off the main
office are offices for James Meyers,
Drummond. president of the A. S. u.
NJ; Montana MaSquers; Robert Bates,
Great Falls, editor, and Dorothy Grif-
fin, Billings. business manager of the
1886 Sentinel, university yearbook, and
a small council room.
Across the hall are located the
Eloise Knowles memorial room, to be
used as a meeting place for women's
honorary and scholastic organizations,
and the large room to be used for class
and club meetings
The student lounge occupies the
third floor. The room runs the entire
width Of this building. A parquet
floor, panelled walls, finished In wal
nut and a large fireplace add to the
beauty OF the room. Furnishings in
clude rugs, drapeS, overstuffed furni-
ture and tables
On the top floor are the three ball
rooms in which all university social
functions will be held. The largest, di-
rectly over the theater Is called the
Gold. room. The two smaller rooms,
above the lounge are called the Cop
per room and the Silver room. The
bathrooms VIII serve to confine all uni
versity social life to the campus and
make unnecessary the renting Of
downtown dance halls
Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-11-23

STATE OFFICIALS WANTEL
GAS; GOT TROUBLE

L. j. CrO0nenberghs OF Ml6Soulas
member of the state highway commits
sion told q story q few days ago on
Robert II. Bob" Fletcher (and others),
poet, essayist, captionist, artist and
designing engineer for the highway de-
partment, which really wins the prize
for depicting that fashioned, small
town gasoline vendor.
Mr.. and Mrs. Fletcher and w. G.
Ferguson Of Montanans, Inc, were re-
turning TO Helena from Butte where
they had attended the big highway
engineers meeting. In the excitement
of leaving they forgot to gas UP their
car. 1t gave up the ghost somewhere
out Of Basin.
Unity and cooperation seldom seen
In the past between the highway de-
partment and Montanans, Inc, evi-
denced itself as the two men pushed
the fuelleSs car into Basin just as the
clock in the steeple struck a very
early hour in the morning.
They found building with gas0-
line pump and after raising a little
racket managed to raise the owner.
He shouted out:
What do you want?"
Some gas. We are out"
BY Cringy, it's getting 50 a feller
can't read a newspaper In these parts.
This is the third time I've been dis
turbed tonight"
But he came out. he was taking
down the hose when Mrs. Fletcher, IN
q sweet and encouraging manner, said:
After all, isn't it your business to
sell gas?"
Nuts to you" the enraged gas
vendor shouted. with that he slapped
the hose back on the pump and
pranced into the house.
It was an even "wee'er and smaller
hour" In the morning when the two
tired Officials OF state located another
Basin resident kind enough to allow
them a little gas from his private
tank.
Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-11-23

so violently that I could hardly keer
my feet. Furthermore, my panic seemed
about TO wreck me. -,-.- -
After fashion. could stin think
Slugg1Shly at length decided to at
tempt escape by way Of the big rusty
sliding doors. Not even the faintest
click of the instruments could I hear
Wires cut? Well, knew that / coalId
not use too much care If we're TO sue
coed In escaping to spread the alarm.
Those old doors were very noisy. Then
while thus desperately cogitating, from
somewhere deep within my subcOn-
scious mind, came family glimmering
memory Slowly and most carefully
again tried the door and made dis
covery which, In my excitement, had
previously escaped my notice. / could
not turn the knob. The stlbconscious
glimmer frightened. Slipping m Y
trembling benumbed fingers along the
upper edge OF that common door lock,
I discovered an inconspicuoug latch,
threw It over sidewise, most cautiously
opened the door to q tiny crack, and
peeped within the office. Glory bel A
whiff of hot air hit me; the light was
brightly burning: the old stove was
redhot: and, as opened the door lit
tie wider, discovered the safe door
intact and no one in sight. Never be-
fore or since have experienced such
enormous relief.
was q good half hour getting
warmed up, and even then, so greatly
had my nerves been shaken, I con-
tinued during another half hour to
tremble. now greatly wonder that
did not suffer pneumonia.
didn't soon mention the toTmenting
episode to anyone for, with coming un-
derstanding, shame and dtffidence
mastered me. With recovery from the
shock came memory that during my
early childhood I had suffered few
little attacks of somnambulism, and /
realized that / had suffered relapse.
Having become chilled had arisen In
my sleep, replenished the fire, and,
God only knows why or how, had then
gone to the warefoon and locked my
self In by means Of tiny latch that
could not remember ever having seen.
The vagaries of the human mind are
often such that never can 1t fully un-
derstand itself.
Late one night near the end Of my
10 months service at Silver Bow, cas-
ually I listened to q friendly telegTaphic
conversation between the Deer Lodge
operator and the Butte night man. Dur
ing late hours, when business was
slack, we were allowed briefly thus TO
chew the rag" was about to get my
cot and turn in when was startled by
hearing the Deer Lodge operator say:
I'm sick Of this little hole. Sent IN my
resignation yesterday"
Immediately my excitement flared
and continued to flare. I got little
sleep that night Next morning IL hap
pened that RGr. Sinclaire went through
Silver Bow on ''The Flier." AS usual
he took time kindly 30 greet me. /
begged him for the Deer Lodge JOB.
He looked troubled as he replied:
you have been very faithful, SON.
But I'm afraid can't give it to you.
Others with older rights have asked
for that Job. Furthermore I'm afraid
you can't handle the bookwork down
there
~But, Mr.. 9inclaire. my folks live
down there, an an The en-
Rlneer gave > toct cw two. wv, r. r., as
We aaEnctzd&aa4elv caaled him behind his
hack. waved his hand 2ur q moment g
delay Then a9ain he spoke
~xsnek ups sun. buck upl IA time
Montana oil and mining journal., 1935-11-23
GIRL RECOVERING
FROM SEVERE BURNS an ACTON

Burned from her neck to her feet,
l8-year-old Lila Gullard of Acton a
few days ago started the third month
Of her battle against death in Biz
hngs hospital
Since Sept. IA she has lain under q
specially devised covering which keeps
the bed clothing from touching her
scared flesh. OF recent weeks she has
improved and hospital attendants be-
lieve she win recover.
The girl was trapped by the expIo-
sion of gasoline in stove at her home.
Her clothing in flames, she ran from
the house, pursued by a younger sister,
who first attempted to roll her on the
ground and then threw water over
Lila's flaming garments.