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The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-12-15

FORE .Syeafs Manfei. EstradG
Cabrera ; was 'SpresideptS OF
Guatemala. - Born. in 1852, ke:hac
been appointed tepartrnentsl chic,
justice by isapredecessor. Presi.
dent Barrios. When Barrios IVA.
asSassipated in i898. Cabrerac be.
came chjets executive. NJ az
/, Then began a, rule of progress
and achievement for Guatemala
Cabrera's IwaSp,t the frsts govern.
ment in the New World to adopt
aviation for the army. ~ He ywas
responsible for the real devetoo-
ment OF Guatemala. but invhis
later years dissension and disyust
Of Cabrera arose. s a. .
In 1920. Cabrera was forced
from the government and Carlos
Herrera, .financier and weakly
plantation owner. replaced him
Cabrera gathered an army OF sfol-
lowers and bombarded the capi-
tai, killing many citizens, incind-
ing women and children. He Was
captured and sentenced. TO death
Herrera committed the sentence
to life Imprisonment, but illness
caused his release in 1922, and he
The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-12-15

died two years
later. at ST.
So intense
was the feeling
against him in
$780, STAN o S
. e aring his
Portrait were
suppressed. One
ei;npys here 3
The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-12-15

You can "pin-it-up' near any
outlet . all you do is push
in the "pin-it-up' push pin.
and place the lamp over the
metal head Of the pin.
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-20
you again. Be careful, Irita."

He fingered in the phone booth
until Arthur Mcdonald located
himself at a table. Dan returned to
his beer, say the lawyer order lunch,
so himself ordered it with a hint
to the waiter to make haste.
The meal over, Mcdonald tipped
to the cashier in that quick, wo-
manish way of his, paid his check,
and chatted with a friend at a near
by table. He surveyed the whole
barroosn as he donned his hat and
light coat, then departed. Colwell
let him get ahead start. AS he paid
his own check he saw through the
big glass window two men come
along the walk and accost Nc
Donald. Dan stalled inside with
a friendly remark to the cashier.
McDonald, he noticed, did not ap-
pear to relish the companionshlp
of those fellows.
The shorter man wore a loud
striped suit and derby. He looked
like a pug. The other, taller, was a
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-20
nything-and was.

The foaming beer was set before
him. Dan slipped some of it, then
turned to a battery of telephone
booths. He entered the first, clos
ed the folding door and made sure
he could see the expanse of the bar
room before he dropped a nickel in
the slot. Central 576."
He got a quick connection.
HELLO, give me Irita."
He waited a moment. "Irita?
Dan. Well, we're started, eh? It's
risky business but Graber doesn't
seem to suspect. That Mrs. Nc
Donald took him ten yards in one
down. But he was surprised to
hear Lefty has ideas of a big grab!
Anyhow. Otto's off to Pennsyl-
vania hunting, and 1 don't mean
rabbits. He's greedy! Every time
he thinks of that joy dust he begins
to dream he owns a bank. Oh!
Here comes Mel onald-I'm sign
ing off. Well make 'em walk the
plank before we're through. Call
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-20
FIRST INSTALMENT

Dan Colwell sat in his cubby-
hole office with chair tilted back,
feet On the cigarette-scarred oak
desk, perusing the morning News.
A second time he read the item in
the Around Town column which
stated that Otto GRADER, president
of the Graber- Vael Detective
Agency, was leaving today for
Ewing, Pennsylvania, on a two
week hunting trip. Sportsman .
the columnist described him, "and
aviation enthusiast. MI. Graber
pilots his own monoplane."
Dan squinted thoushtfully at
the north wall as if to peer through
it into the office of his superior.
So Otto was going away -. hunt
ing? Very convenient, he reflected,
and very wise of Otto.
The presidents secretary paused
in the doorway. "Mr. Graber wants
you. There's a Mrs. Mcdonald
with him. Probably expects you to
frame her husband with some
chorus cutie for a divorce. Poor
papa!"
He twisted around with a grin
but the girl was gone into the
quarters of the other partner, taci-
turn Horace Vael. CoIwell squinted
a last time at the newspaper piece
about Graber, lifted his feet from
the desk, and rose. He hesitated a
moment, conscious of a sense of
expectancy that speeded his pulse.
A good deal depended on the next
few minutes. Dan had waited for
this day through months of sordid
divorce build-ups and jewel guard
ing ASSIGNMENTS at the lavish balls
of the Four Hundred. But this was
not to be another dreary evidence
hunt for the Court of Domestic
Relations-nor any other court in
the County Building.
Colwell went down the brief
corridor and knocked on the door
that bore Otto Graders name and
the warning Private. He twisted
the knob and entered. "You want
me, Chief"
Graber's stocky, T%eutonic form
was hunched we'll back in his chair,
his powerful, pudgy hands laced
over his stomach. He unclasped
his fingers to scratch in his blond
stubble of hair as he swung to Dan.
Right" With sudden remem-
brance of courtesy Otto hoisted
himself out of the chair. He ges-
tured to his visitor, and following
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-20

clean featured man of thirty-five
but he had an expression of cruelty
on his face. He was dressed in A.,
ordinary dark suit that emphasized
the burly shoulders and thick arms
of him. When he turned his back
Colwell thought he saw the coat
shirt reveal the butt of a gun IN
ierneath.
Continued next week.
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-20
Nervous, Weak Woman
Soon All Right

Il had regular shaking spells from
nervousness" writes Mrs. Cora San
ders, of P~aragould, Ark. II was all
rundown and cramped at my time
until I would have to go to bed. After
my first bottle of Cardui, I was bet
ter. I kept taking Cardui and soon
I was all right. The shaking quit
and I did not cramp. I felt worlds
better. I gave Cardui to my daugh-
ter who vas in about the same con-
dition and she was o all right"
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-02-27

1 Mackenzie spoke with cold delib' eration. "Dr. Luke, you seem to for. get that I'm capable of deciding fol my own family" then his voice rose to an angry pitch, just as you seem to have forgotten that am the head of this community not you!"
 "Ridiculous!" snorted the doctor in return.
 And I warn you now" continued Mackenzie in @ rising voice, "that when you begin to get the idea that you're Q bigger man than the district manager for the trading company that you're getting on mighty dangerous groundl" His manner was menacing as he leaned forward and shouted the words. Curtly, and with just @ shade of contempt, the doctor replied, "I'll tell Mary you want her." He turned on his heel and reentered the church, leaving Mackenzie staring after him with dislike and hatred written on his face.
 Dr. Luke beckoned to Nurse Ken- nedy. "Tell Mary to go hone," he said briefly. "Tell her we appre- ciate all she's done-but that we won't need her any longer"
 Nurse Kennedy surveyed him cynically. She understood what had happened. DO you blame her foS wanting to get away?" she asked as she moved away.
 Weary to the soul, Dr. Luke picked his way through the crowd- ed church aisles, through the chan- eel rail and into the dingy vestry. He passed Q tired hand over his eyes and relaxed in chair, con- pletely exhausted. Tn spite of him- self he dozed into fitful sleep.
 He was conscious of Nurse Ken- nedy standing beside the chair Didn't mean to wake you up, Doc- tor" she said, "but you needed those few hours of sleep, and you WOULDN'T go to bed."
 shouldn't have allowed 1t, Kath. erine." he reproached her, rising stiffly from the chair. Look here You blew up little bit this inor- ming, Katherine"
 T ought to be kicked" rejoined the nurse, remorsefully.
 T just want to warn you," went on the doctor wearily, "that what we've been through Is nothing ts what we may have to go through now"
 No news at allP" asked tn, nurse. e..
 "oh, you can't blame 'em," h, went on tonelessly. We're just { little settlement on the edge of no where, and this weather and all- they're human, too. Only-T gues I've never learned to take things tn, way Q doctor ought to take them. know all these kids, and their ma mas and daddies. They're my be- bies. I brought 'em into the world And to have to see 'em strangle {, death because"
 His sudden rnger died away. H cooked his head, listening intentiy Then, excitedly,
 "What's thatp Hear that, nurse By golly, that's 1t! A planel"
 The two leaped from the side doc of the vestry into the chill air. Higl above, unseen in the waning biiz gard, was the unmistakable dron of on airplane motor.
 (To Be Contlnued.)
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-02-27
The
  Doctor
THE STORY UP UNTIL NOW

DR. JOHN LUKE, country doctor in the little north woods settlement of nEoosctown, rec ceiveg an emergency call to the humber min when MIKE SCAM HAN, lumberman, iS crushed under Q fallen log.
 Mike has . close call, Is Ob- llgcd to stay behind when the mliII crew leaves at the end of the season.
 Storms isolate MOOsetOwn, breaking telegraph and tele- phone connections. Then . diphtheria epidemic strikes the community. FATHER BOWEL, parish priest, and Dr. Luke cOn- vert the church into an isolation hospital.
 Mike Scanlan. who, since his injury, has been tinkering with Q radio set, tries to get a mes- sage through to Montreal, to have antitoxin sent by plane.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-02-27

simple sincerity and all the devo- ton of the lifetime he had given to This" children.
 "Tell him about the 30 children Paul! You've got to help me. He's got to help mel"
 T understand, John," came the brothers voice. "I'll see Sir Basil immediately. I'll see that you get the serum. Goodby. Steady 1t is, un- til we get therep
 The call resolved itself into @ se- ries of call-letters and signals, then faded away.
 T knew Paul would do it!" There was a choke in pr. Luke's voice.
 Mike wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. Gee! Was that excit- ing!' he whispered. Like moviel
 pr. Luke appeared not to have heard him at all. There was an almost religious thankfulness in his voice as he said:
 Mike, it's Q funny thing. As long as you had good legs, you were just Q dumb lumberman. Along comes a spruce log-and the next thing you know your brain starts working. You build radio, and ." the doctor broke into an almost hys- terical little chuckle, 1t works"
 Then, as if he feared to trust himself to speak farther, he rose and almost abruptly strode out the door. His sleigh and the patient horse shivering in the icy blast of snow were waiting. Instantly the thought of the church-hospital and the children crowded out every thing else. Sorry, old fellow" said the doctor softly, rubbing the horses nose. T guess this is just one of those nights. There'll be apples and a good bedding of hoy for you later" The doctor was half-dozing under the blankets when the horse pulled up in front of the church door.
 Nurse Kennedy met him in the vestibule. "This is the last of the serum," she said gravely, handing him a box. Laura Ogden needs 1t badly"
 The doctor had already shucked of his big fur overcoat. Well, ] don't know of anyone I'd rather see have 1t than Jim Ogden's child, he said. A few minutes later he was wiping his hypodermic needle and putting 1t back in its worn leather case.
 He made his rounds then, shaking his head sadly from time to time
 At intervals he would shuttle te the church door and turn sleep. heavy eyes toward the skies. A fig. ure came tramping toward hin through the driving snow during one of these anxious vigils.
 At first he could not make ou who 1t was, then as the figure cam, closer, it's bulk made 1t certain tha' 1t could be no one but Mackenzie Gruffly, and without preliminary salutation, Mackenzie shot out question: "1s Mary in there, Doc7
 "Yes, she is," replied pr. Luk' softly. And 1t was c pretty gal lant and generous thing, Mac"
 Send her home-at oncel" cam, MacKenzie's peremptory command
 But I need her, Mack" inter posed the doctor mildly. "Didn' you tell her"
 "Nol"
 i There was 6 pause. Then, "She' safe, you know" suggested the doc tor,
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-02-27
GIRL SCOUTS ENTER
 SIGNALING CONTEST

The Girl Scouts of Troop 3 of Second Congregational church and the girls from Troop 1 of the First Congregational will hold . signal ing contest this afternoon ct o'clock in the First Congregational church scout house. Mrs. Wilbur Stone, captain of Troop !, will be in charge. The contest will consist of signaling by hand, buzzer, 6ag whistle and Aashlishk
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-02-27
CHAPTER "

Minute followed long minute in the little room. There was no sound but Mikes droning voice, "CQ, co, any amateur, especially Mon- treal ="
 Don't you hear ANYTHING?" pleaded Dr. Luke.
 Mike made a gesture for silence. eco, co ." he repeated, and lis- tened more intently.
 Then from his receivers came a voice, strained and faraway, but audible, barely audible. "CQ. Go ahead!" it said.
 rive got it! I've got it!" cried Mike wildly. The faraway voice droned a station number.
 "Quickl Take itl It's Montreal!' whispered Mike.
 Flmbling clumsily, nervously, his ssillful hands all thumbs for once Dr. Luke took Mikes place at the table. His voice trembled in the effort to speak clearly. Can you get Q message to my brother, Dr. Paul Luke, at the Cur 8ofi, street hospital? It's very se- xious = an emergency? Can you get hold of him and let me talk to him?"
 "Yes, sir, I'll do itl I'll get him and try to call you back in 90 min- Jitesl" The faraway voice was clearly that of a very young boy. So much depended on his under standing, acting. Sweat stood out on the doctors forehead as he pro- nounced, Thank you very much" Then with Q faint click the receiv- CT went dead.
 Dr. Luke subsided on the edge of the bed. Mike leaned back on the pillows. They looked at each other in silent dread, in awful helpless ness. Was the receiver at the other end Q responsible person? The voice sounded like that of Q mere boy. Had he really understood? Would he do anything? Both Mike and the doctor felt their utter help- lessness. There YVES nothing they could do, nothing even that they could say. Each kept his thoughts to himself.
 Once Mike made gesture to- ward the apparatus on the table, then caught himself. Better not monkey with it." he muttered. "1t brought them in before. Maybe 1t will again. Honest, I don't know enough about 1t to try to change
 The doctor shook his head. Both were silent. Twenty minutes pass ed. Thirty. Thirty-flve. An alarm clock on the bureau licked discon- certingly. Then there was e faint buzSing on the instrument board.
 Mike tensed toward the instru- nnents. torn between the temptation to make adjustments 50 as to re. solve the voice, and the chance that he might lose 1t entirely. Then it became clearer. A station call letter could be distinguished.
 Here he is, Doc! Talk to himp quivered Mike.
 The doctor again slid into posi- ton before the table.
 'Hello, Paul2"
 'What is 1t, John? Are you all right?" The voice was clear and distinct. Thank Godl Thank God both men nurmured inaudibly, deer inside themselves.
 I'm all right, but we're in e bad way, Paul." The doctors voice was steadying now. "It's diphtheria = and we're showed in. Wires down blizzard raging. The serum's just about out, and we've got to have more--right away. Got more thar 30 children in an isolation ward In . church."
 can . car get throughp" came Dr. Pauls voice.
 "No, the roads are completel, blocked. Go to the Trading Com. pany. See Sir Basil Crawford. Sec him-the head man--himself Tel him he's GOT to send Q plane with . supply of serum-todayw
 Then the doctors voice rnnr wltf
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-06
Don't Hate Mussolini

Unless all signs fail, Halle Selassie's number is up. The Italians seem to be mopping up faster than anyone expected, and the Lion of Judah is just about due to go the way of Abd el Krim and Sitting Bull and all the other barbaric chieftains who got in the way of ambitious white men. Ethiopia is long way off, and the death of men in it's muddy valleys has made little impress on our emotions.
 We read the dispatches, struggled with unpronounceable names, felt little flare up of sympathy for the frail, strangely dignified monarch of the doomed empire, and then turned our attention to baseball, the presidential campaign, or some other domestic concern. But the whole affair is worth second place; not merely because the conquest of Ethiopia may contain the seeds of more serious trouble later on, but because it has given us a first-hand study of the seamy side of history.
 It isn't pretty spectacle. No one can enjoy watching husky bully move m on a weakling to possess himself of the weddings goods and chattels. But it is an old, old story, and we ourselves have contributed several chapters to the writ ing of it.
 Mussolini's assault on Halle SelasSie has all the earmarks of a New York or Chicago gang sending its muscle men in on a rivals territory; it is as direct, as immoral and as ugly as that
 Granted. But we delude ourselves nightly if we blame it all on the capacity and greed of Mussolni himself. Every great nation has done the same sort of thing. It is war itself that is ugly. A disintereSted observer back in the 1840'S might have seen our own war with Mexi- co in precisely the same light. Certainly, our ruthless obliteration of the western Indian nations would have looked no bet ter. And the English conquest of South Africa, the French seizure of the Sahara, and the maneuvers by which the Dutch flag rose over Java are cut out of the same cloth.
 What it comes down to is that we have no cause to work up father of moral in- dignation over what is happening to the emperior of Ethiopia. We live by sys- tenn which drives strong nations out to conquer the weak We arc today reaping the profits of that system, Can we afford to adopt a holier-than-thou attitude toward Italy? If the conquest of Ethiopia dlsturhS you, with It's dark implication that might does make right, after all, in this modern world, your cue is to hate
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-06
City of Bridges

Waterbury is always known to-day as the Brass City. Time was when it was the Watch City, too but brass gradually usurped the claim and name. But back in the 18th century Waterbury once was almost named the City of Bridges. We still have quite few to-day, but it's a question if we have as many now as In the times when good many of the small CT streams that pass through our fair city weren't conducted through underground pipes. They little resemble their former selves to-day.
 We refer mainly to Great and Little Brooks which at one time caused citizens of this town no little trouble and ex- penses in building proper bridges across them where public thoroughfares neces- stated But the Naugatuck and Mad Rivers are still spanned by many struc-- lures, the majority of them right now Of recent construction. There are only a few of the old iron bridges of the last half of the 18th century left. One of them fig- ures prominently in the news of the day. It is that on lower Baldwin Street.
 It bridges not only Mad River, but also private railroad tracks of the Scovill com pany. It is interesting to trace in Dr. An derson's History of Waterbury the history of this one bridge across the Mad River. The original structure there was built back in l74S-49, a grant of p pounds be- ing made for the purpose. How long this particular bridge lasts we don't know, but Dr. Anderson knew that there was a stone bridge there until 1858 or 1860. At that time wooden bridge was built.
 This one lasted until 1876 when the present iron bridge was built. The his tory also recalls that the Liberty Street bridge (ron), little further down stream was built in 1872. The recently replaced iron bridge on South Main Street dated back to 1887 and the Wash ington Avenue structure back to 1881. Sixty years may not be long time. It hardly encompasses the life span of many of our hardy residents There are prob ably any number who recall when the present Baldwin Street bridge was built in '76. They will have many fond mer11- ories recalling those days as the city pre- pares to replace the iron bridge with modern concrete one.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-06
Precious Stone

An interesting lesson in values comes from excavations in the ancient ruins at Oaxaca, Mexico, where archeologists have unearthed great variety of things, including pearls as large as pigeon eggs A recent find thrills the excavators more than usual. It is block of common building stone. The thr ling thing about it is that the block is keystone, the only one known to have been used in the Western Hemisphere before the arrival of white men.
 Jewellers and collectors probably would consider the pearls the most valuable ar- ticle unearthed. The National Geograph- ical Society describes the keystone as "more valuable than any pearls" because it sheds another ray of light on hidden past and adds to human knowledge.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-06
Is It His Suggestion?

The Waterbury Republican in its own inimitable fashion this morning, after first creating the impression that dirt is being done our fair city through It's own news columns and those of it's afternoon wall, finds that Mayor Frank Hayes alone was responsible for that proposal that the city buy certain properties near the Baldwin street bridge, which is to be replaced soon by a new structure. While Mayor Hayes may have conceived the idea of a new bridge at this point, he certainly did not present the plan which has so aroused the Republican and American to action.
 Even the Republican stated so in it's Tuesday morning edition when it.reported in it's news columns Purchase of three pieces of property at total cost or S57, 800 in connection with the proposed new Baldwin street bridge was recom- mended to the aldermen at their meeting last night by City Engineer R. A. Cairns and indorsed by the mayor. =" This is quite in contrast with the editorial com ment of this morning in the same paper which reads. Let the city pay twice the grand list value for property to be used for public improvement That is the suggestion of Mayor Frank Hayes in connection with the proposed building of a new Baldwin-street bridge. -"
 The mere fact that the mayor simply endorsed the recommendation of the City Engineer, MT. Cairns, is lost sight of now. Why? Because it makes better political matter for the morning-evening combi- nation to spatter over Mayor Hayes char acter. That's favorite stunt with them and has been resorted to before, notably in the case of the trunk sewer line con- tracts. We trust that as they did then the Waterbury Republican and American will make it clear that the city fathers simply followed the advice of depart mental head who at one time was to the aforesaid journals the alpha and omega of all that is good and holy.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-06
PressConnent
sPELLACY FOR CROSS
Bridgeport Times-star)

The fact that Thomas J. Spellacy now mayor of Hartford, and longer a bitter political enemy of the standards in the democratic party for which Governor Wilbur L. Gross has stood, now comes forth with the declaration that he is for the re- nomination of Governor Cross can be taken as of some political sig niiicance.
 It indicates, for one thing, that Governor Cross traditional op- ponents in his own party have finally admitted that he is not only just about the best candidate they can offer the peopl eof Connecticut so far as vote-getting Is concerned but also about the best governor they can offer, so far as perform ance Is concerned.
 It's about time certain elements of the democratic party in Con- necticut realized these facts.
 Mir. Spellacy's statement at least indicates this much: If Governor Cross wishes to run again, his nom- ination will not be opposed.
 We may say that If he wishes to run again. not only the democrats of Connecticut, but many inde- pendent voters will, as they have! 1T past years, approve his indepen- dent conduct of the states chief ex- ecutive office.