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La gaceta., 1937-03-01
Tomo6 possession el nuevo jefe de
las industries pesadas de Russia
Es un ciudadano muy conocido en- los E. Unidos

Moscou, Mario 1s-Tom6 ell
sabado possession del alto puesto
de comisario de las Industries
Pesadas, sustituyendo al difun-
to Ordjonikizze, ell viceprimer
ministro Valery INanovitch
Mezhlauk. FL nuevo comisario,
considerable como ell mas desta-
cado economista del Soviet, pa
SO alg1n tempo en- los Estados
Unidos y Sc halla muy bien re-
lacionado con los hombres de
negocios de csc pals.
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

Gennady Ivanovitch Smirn-
off, exprimer asistente en- la CO.
mission de planeamiento, fue as
cendido al puesto que Mezhlauk
deja vacante.
Mientras reside en- los Esta-
dos Unidos ell v~iceprimer minis
tro hizo compras para Ia Am
tory v negoci6 con los ingenie-
ros americanos Ihasta lograr e
e~stablecimiento de una fabrics
de automobiles en- Gorky.
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

Atlanta.-La nleVe cubre
hoy las Carolinas, Tennessee, Ar
kansas y Alabama. Sc anun'
clan tambien heladas para e
estado de Georgia. Con bolas
de nieve los bomberos comba'
theron ell incendio de una lyle.
STA en- un suburbio de Knox
vile, Tenn.
New York.-Bombas NAL
olientes Sc lanzaron ell sabado
por la noche en- siete cinemat6-
grafos de Broadway, hacienda
que ell p1blico Sc marchara. la
policfa ha establecido hoy vigi-
lancia especial en- los S8 cine :
mas de la cadena Stringler y Co
cola, en- Manhattan, ell Bronx
Y Brooklyn. Atrib1yese ell lama
miento de esas bombas a rivali-
dades entire dos organizaciones
obreras.
New York-Reunidos aver
en- Ia Residential del gobernador
Lehman, los gobernadores Ben
son, de Minnesota, Horner, de
Illinois, Hurley, de Massachus :
sets, La Toilette, de Wisconsin, Y
Quinn, de Rhode Island, acorda
ron mandar un telegrama al pre-
sidente Roosevelt protestando
contra la rebaja en- las n6minas
de page de la WPA.
Mandaron telegramas mos
trandose de acuerdo con la reso
luci6n aprobada, Ell gobernador
Murphy, de Michigan, y Ell go
bernador Earle, de Pennsylva-
mia.
-Roma.-N gran Consejo
Fascista se reunira hoy para de
AA
cidir hasta que punto debe &C
aumentado ell ejercito y la avia-
ci6n del RENO con motive del in
tense programa de armamentos
aprobado por Inglaterra. Decla
ra ell orden del dfa de la session
que Sc discutira la situaci6n mi
litar o la luz de las necesidades
actuales.
Buenos Aires.-Fue sepulta :
do aver Ell cadaver de Eugenio
Pereira Iraola, ell nino de dos
amos secuestrado y asesinado la
semana pasada. La investiga :
ci6n de la policfa Sc ma concen-
TRADE en- Jose Gancedo, un gol-
TO que parece tener trastorna-
das sus facultades mentales. A
compaharon Ell cadaver hasta es
ia ciudad, donde fu& enterrado,
Ia madre, el padre y otros fami-
liares. Pero Ganduglia, jefe de
policia de BuenQs Aires, dice
que q cast tiene u seguridad de
que Ganeado eanasai6 "a erimssn,
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

legios que no Sc habfan conce-
dido a los americanos..-
ST contin6a por csc canine
perder& la cooperation" de Ca
fiery. Ell representante del TIC
'fQUe todo 10 puede co Cgha."
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

tenares dapellas esperaron ALI
la llegaM del dfa.
Todos Sc lamentaban de 10
que habia sucedido.S Que lasti-
maSdecian las mujdFs.
Mala suerte-comentaban Jos
hombres.
Y la lluvia no ces6 ds~eaer
hasta la manana del domingo.
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

Diariamente sc fafbrican en-
Inglaterra, seg1n Sir John ST :
mon, Glen mil caretas contra los
gases venenosos.
81 las caretas Sc fabrican pa
ra consolar q los ingleses, no pa
ra protegerlos, Ia inversion pa
rece justificada.
Esas caretas de NADIA servi :
ran contra los nuevos gases des
.cubiertos y de esa realidad se
italian enterados los estadistas
ingleses.
va Sc sabe que hay gases que
ulceran TODD Ell cuerpo a pesar
de las ropas y las caretas.-
fGases del "demonio" contra
los cuales de NADIA sexwiran las
caretitas!
La gaceta., 1937-03-01
CIUNGAS Y NO CHUNGAS
Verhena y lluviaa-U I'm proyecto dJ ley. - Ca
retas ~ingiesas. = Las baterias de- Lewis
Basisfa y la presiencia

Miles de personas, quizas
mas de 5000 lindSs muchachas,
y thombres, Sc hab6an
congregado Ell sabado en- ell te-
reno de PlantA
Solieron algunas estrellas v
Sc disiparon las nubes que ocul-
staban la luna, dejandola briilar
de nIevo. Todos exteriorizaron
mayor algeria.
bComo q las once empez6 a
cumplirse ell programa frente
al "Grand Stand. y
Miranda desde la g~lorieta, ell
espectaculo era impresionante,
grandioso.
Hacia ALA, bajo los miles de
bombillas multicolores v fdcos
de gran potencia, junto a las
banderas y lag guirnaldas, la
multitud danzaba O caminaba
regocijada.
Sc Dian los danzones de la or
questa La Tropical y en- los pa
bellones de las sociedades los
Hverbeneros' comian, bebian y
Sc preparaban para una "noche
inolvidable".
Habian bailado la Tarantela
los j6venes Y muchachas de la
Unione Italiana, habian espar-
cido arte y gracia las lindas Sc
noritas del Centre Asturiano y
las gallardas parejas de la COM
parsa del Cfrculo Cubano, GUAM
do empez6 q Hover. Los hernia
nos Zacchini, que momentos an
ties habian Sdo ovacionados por
sus "maravillas" con los latigos
Y las Cuerdas, nrfraban DISCUS
tados Ia interruption de Ia fies-
ia. Las Aarmanas Pividal, ia
voritas del piblico, bailaron ba
10 la lluvia.
Carmen Ramirez habfa su-
DIDO al escenario y Sc prepare
ha q cantar su ndmero, cuando
la Auvia arreci6. /.
Corrieron los 'fverbeneros"
que Sc hallaban en- el campo, en-
los "pabellones" al aire libre,
y bascaron refugio debajo de
Ia glorieta. Los miles de espec-
tadores que Sc hallaban senta-
dos en- ell grand stand" conser-
yaron sus asientos.
Habia Ia esperanto de cue la
lluwia pasara pronto, de que la
fiesta, La Verbena del Tabaco,
no Sc anegara, mo fuera "aba-
tida" por Ia lluvia.
Jose Glamour " eel captain
Mackler Sc bajaron del escena-
rio; la orquesta de Santirzo de-
j6 Ell piano, recogi6 los instru-
mentos y corri6 a guarecerse;
Charles Spicola subi6 con un
~"tapacete" y cubri6 ell piano,
protegiendolo de la lluvia; en-
los pabellones sacaron unos zen
cerados" y cubrieron 10 POGO
que podfa cubrirse; Sc empapa-
ron las sillas y las mesas; los
empleados de las sociedades ia
paron los comestibles, los taba-
cos y las bebidas alcoh6licas..---
Llovfa, Hovfa...
Empez6 Ell desfile. Atraves6
Ell terreno con su esposa, NOLAN
Dose ell alcalde Chancey, a
.quien acompahaban Rafael Mar
sScano y su esposa, Paquito Gar
cla y 81 esposa y nuestro direc-
tor. Sr. Victoriano Manteiga.
Sc mojaron y Sc empaparon.
Ramon Fernando Rey, que te-
MIA fiebre. que Sc sentia enfer-
mo. logr6 protegerse a tempo
del aqua.
La jnyentud comenz6 a bai-
Lar al son de la gaita y Ell tam
boril, debajo de la glerieta; re
trajo una camioneta v desde
ella empez6 a tocar Ia orques-
ta...
Llovia y Sc bailaba. A las
2S0 de Ia madrugaAa miles de
persOnas sc agrupaaan aun de-
Asis daa grand stand, '. v cen
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

Batista lie concedera Ia tarifa
mfnima . los japOneses; Ratista
h eoneadi6 . len iagleses pRivi-
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

Batista no quiere ser presi :
dente de Cuba
En- elecciones honradas nun
ca 10 serfa.
FL pueblo lie aborrece.
Ahora bien, Batista puede
ser p~residente de Cuba cuando
asi lie acomode.--... Fierce la die
tadura y sobre las bayonetas lie
serfa facil sentarse donde aho-
ra Sc sienta "Federiquito" La :
redo Brh.
La gaceta., 1937-03-01

Emplaz6 John I. Lewis sus
baterfas contra los 'tseflores feu
dales" del acero.-- En- pocos
meses, bajo esa amenaza, los di-
rectores de esa industrial han au
mentado dos wees los salaries
de sus trabajadores.
Evening star., 1937-04-11

-DHERE is no appetizer quite so effective
as an empty stomach. That was the
stimuant which, not so many years ago,
made Burgess Meredith think an Irish
stew one of the finest concoctions he had ever
conveyed from plate to palate.
1T is ironic, says Burgess whom we caught
and photographed with his wife, that when
you can have all the delicious food you want,
it never tastes so good as a homely meal in
days when you didn't know where the next
one was coming from. Before | ever went on
the stage was often very hungry for some
times did not have enough to eat for days at
time That is how felt when friend took me
home to dinner and we had an Irish stew his
mother had made. I've been grateful to that
woman ever since.
Today Burgess Meredith can eat what he
likes whenever and wherever he feels like it.
For in the last six years he has shot forward
into the very front rank of stage and screen
stars Hollywood would like to preempt him
but Broadway beckons, also, and after he
completed the screen version of ''Winterset'
he returned to play the major role in High
Tor" which Maxwell Anderson had written
for him. The scene is laid on a mountain near
Mr.. Meredith's s forty acre place on the Hud
son. There he and Margaret Perry his
actress wife, are catered to and coddled by the
English couple who cook and clean, and valet
and manage their gifted employers.
French Onion Soup is one of the dishes these
paragons of cooks prepare frequently for the
household 1T must have good rich stock,
the valet chef says, land Mr.. Meredith likes it
served in small individual casserole dishes of
the regular French earthenware type. When
your stock is ready, cut up the onions, brown
Evening star., 1937-04-11
French Onion Soup

The next time you have connoisseurs
to entertain, let them taste this soup.
6 medium-sized onions, sliced
3 tablespoons butter
5 cups seasoned meat stock
slices toast
Grated Parmesan cheese
Fry onions in butter until golden
brown. Add to meat stock. Simmer until
tender, about Is to 80 minutes. Turn
into marmites, place toast on top, sprin-
kle with cheese and place under broiIer
until Drowned Yield: portions.
Evening star., 1937-04-11

them in butter and pour them into the liquid
Cut slices of toast to fit the mouth of the in
dividual dishes, top the toast slices with Par
mesan cheese and put the casseroles in the
oven." 1t is the oven process which, in his
opinion, brings out the flavor of the soup and
makes it an ndescribable and incompatible
dish. We made it by the Meredith recipe for
the photograph at the bottom of this page
If you have good soup, fine cut of meat
and salad made with Roquefort Cheese
dressing, you have about as interesting meal
as anyone could devise" ," Mr.. Meredith says.
For really perfect dinner, however, when
there are guests, he likes menu that begins
with fruit cocktail made entirely of fresh
fruit, continues with cream mushroom soup,
and reaches high point with either leg of
lamb or a turkey with chestnut dressing For
vegetables with either meat, he prefers sweet
potatoes string beans and broccoli served
with Hollandaise sauce. As a last course he
would suggest a crisp green salad with French
or Roquefort cheese dressing.
Salads are an important issue in the Meredith
family which insists that they be as crisp as
pOSolDic duu SCI NCu III uuSC DoWl - pItltl-
ably wooden one - which you have rubbed
first with a nub of garlic. And in French
dressing they like to use both lemon and
Worcestershire sauce
The bowl is important" Burgess insists,
at least, we think so. And Guthrie McClintic
and Katharine Cornell were so delighted with
our salad one day when they had supper with
us that we got them bowl just like ours
Chicken la King is also a Meredith spe-
Evening star., 1937-04-11

shakers at the table. Nor must
he omit a generous but not
over-bearing proportion of onions
when he prepares the mush-
rooms, green peppers and a
small quantity of pimiento to
be mixed with the chopped
chicken.
Among desserts. souffles -
particularly of the chocolate
variety - and apple turnovers
and tarts are the prime favor
ties. "In fact any combination
of pastry crust and fruit is all
right with me-" Burgess says.
We have illustrated here some
exceptionally good fruit tarts.
There is one thing no one
could doubt once he had met
Burgess Meredith. Wherever he
is there would always be in
terest and excitement whether
you munched' together on a
cheese sandwich served at
counter or dined by candlelight
with him and his wife in the
early American house they are
having so much fun in remodel
ing. When he makes a breath
less, last-minute arrival at the
theatre it is usually because he
has been lending a hand with
the windmill that is being con-
structed there.
Evening star., 1937-04-11

when a friend treated him
to Irish stew. Now Burgess
Meredith, new star of stage
and screen, calls it a
favOrite dish
by GRACE TURNER
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-11-25

Maggie go to work for Mrs. Hunt
who treated you so bad, but we
needed the money somethin' terri
BILE, so she took the job, though it
was at that new film station that's
tryin' to put me out of business"
A telephone rang. The two men
stared at one another. Marks blood
turned to ice. Cassidy whispered:
'Holy mackerel! Who's calm
this time of night? Have they traced
you and the silver this quick? Per-
haps there's a gang after you!"
Mark nodded toward the tele.
phone. "Answer!' His muscles
tensed as he listened.
"Cassidy's garage-You, Maggie!
What t'h'll-Stop blubberin' What!
Who'll can't hear, you're cryin'
so - Something terrible? - Never
mind, never mind. I'll call police
Observation-Disclosures got to stay
there, girl, till I get Bill Harrison.
If anyone comes, don't talk. Don't
talk Sure, I'll come, just as soon
as 7 get the police"
mike! What's happened?"
Cassidy's face was ashen as he
shook Marks hand from his arm.
"Wait!"
He dialled. He spoke into the
transmitter.
Someone's hurt bad at the white
Gotta ge-that new filling station on
the point-Mike Cassidy talkin'-I
got to 60. You don't understand
my daughters there-All right. I'll
wait here"
He hung up and wiped grimy
hand across his sweat-beaded fore
head.
"That was my girl. Maggie, who
called"
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-11-25
By Emile Lorir.g
@ Emile Loring.
WNU Service.

''Let me in quick, Mike" he whis-
pered to the blinking, cursing pro-
prietor, who was gripping some
thing that cleaned dark and blue
and ugly in hairy, ham-bone fist.
cts only you, Mr.. Mark! Thought
it might be hold-up."
Cassidy's lower jaw swung like a
gate on loose hinges. He slipped
the automatic into his pocket be-
fore he rolled back the garage door.
"Where can I hide this?"
Cassidy pointed.
Not until the limousine was
slowed behind motley collection Of
broken-down cars did Mark Trent
explain.
"I've just rescued the family sill
yer, Mike. The yarn have to tell
you will beat any of the thrillers
you get over the radio. Not afraid
to keep the car here, are your"
Cassidy's red-rimmed eyes grew
moist. He wiped his nose on a
shabby coat sleeve.
81 amt afraid to do nothing for
you, Mr.. Mark. You an your family
give me my start; sometimes
you've kept me goin' when I didn't
know where the next meal was COM
in from. ! felt mean when let my
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-11-25
"Talk, man, talkl What's hap

''Talk. man. talk! What's hap
pened?"
Someone hurt bad"
'Who?"
II couldn't make out"
Someone hurt at the white cot
tage! But was there not more than
ten minutes ago, Mike"
IF was you wouldn't say that,
Mr.. Mark. It wasn't just hurtin.'
I was breakin' it easy. Someone's
dead"
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-11-25
CHAPTER TX
Don't move! I've got you COW

CACOs
In obedience to the hoarse warm
ing, Sam and Brooke Reyburn stood
as if turned to stone in the dark hall
of Lookout House.
Lights fared. Brooke stared in
credulously. Was that Jed Stewart
with his hand on the switch glazing
at them with wide dilated eyes, with
his mouth open as if he had just
swallowed salt wave? That was
fashlight he was pointing at them,
not a pistol. It was Jed Stewart
without his coat, with his black bow
tie under one ear, with only one
shoe on.
For the love of Mike, Jed Stew
art, perhaps you'll tell me why
you're holding us up in our own
house? Why this Public Enemy No.
/ touch?" Sam demanded.
Stewart blinked.
what are you two doing wander
ing round this house half dressed
at this time Of night"
"Stop shouting, Jed. You'll have
Lucette down here" Sam said.
''Come into the living room and tell
us what you're doing in this house,
Jed"
Lets go to the kitchen instead,
more likely to stabilize our emo
TONS" Brooke suggested. "In
make cocoa and We'll scramble
eggs. Jed must need food after the
late ex-excitement - he's fairly
twitching with it-and feel hollow
to my toes. Come on, Sam"
Sounds okay to me. I'm grow
ing boy, / need lots of nutriment.
You'd better eat, Brooke; you
didn't touch thing when we came
back from rehearsal. I'll run up
and get couple Of bathrobes. Take
these, jed" He kicked off his Slip
pers. "I'n put on shoes upstairs.
Sam followed her into the kitchen.
"Sam can be speedy when he
wants to be-" she admitted, as her
brother entered with a lurid bath
robe over his pajamas and another
all red and green stripes which he
flung at Stewart.
"There you are, m'lad."
Bring the milk, eggs, butter and
bacon from the icebox, Sam. Toss
me that apron, Jed, the big white
one-that's right. Toast some bread.
Sammy"
Soon Sam shifted. Doesn't the
bacon smell dandy! Here you are,
folks" He arranged thin, crisp
strips around q mound Of fluffy
scrambled eggs. "You and Jed sit
down, Brooke, and I'll bring the
cocoa after I find the marshmal-
lows to drop into the cups"
Brooke slipped off the apron and
waited until Sam had served steam
ing hot cocoa with little melting
white island floating in each cup and
helped himself lavishly to scram-
bled eggs and bacon, before, with
elbows on the porcelain table, chin
on her clasped hands, she suggest
ed:
''Now that the shock Of discover
ing us roaming round in our own
house has somewhat worn off, per-
haps you'll tell us how you got in
and why, jedi"
Stewart leaned back in his chair
with the air Of a man whose appe-
tite has been abundantly satisfied.
''Well, it was like this. Ihad said
goodnight to Mark and gone into
my room. / had pulled off my
coat, had yanked off one shoe when
I began to sniff" He Redeemed.
Perhaps it's effeminate but like
lot of ALL in my tub, and asked
myself, Who's been using my bath
crystals?' I heard sounds in the
bathroom. It sort of took my breath
for minute and my brain whirled
like a pin-wheel. Then grabbed up
my flash from the table beside the
bed and tiptoed to the door. /
banged it open. Water was gurgling
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-11-25
WITH BANNERS =

some Darn IOO1 StdICluS Car WIFI
the garage door closed? Mark
raised his head turtle-fashion. No,
the door was open. He might have
known it. Was it likely that the
bandit would allow himself to be
bumped off by carbon monoxide?
Not that bad boy. He had too much
at stake.
He must follow. How? He couldn't
trail in another car. He would be
heard. Could he hang on to the
empty trunk-rack? That was an
idea. He would follow the limousine
out of the garage, slip into the
shadow of shrub when the man
went back to close the door, then
grab the trunk-rack when the car
started again. "A stunt, but he'd
make a stab at it. If he were to
hold the man now he would learn
nothing of his destination.
He cautiously tiptoed after the
limousine. He was safe behind the
shrubs when the driver returned
and noiselessly closed the garage
door. A soft hat was drawn low
over his eyes, but Mark knew him.
Henri.
He was behind the wheel again!
The limousine was coasting down
the incline! Mark crouched as he
ran after it. AS the engine started,
he drew himself carefully to the
trunk-rack. He barely breathed.
Had the driver felt jar? Evidently
not. He was increasing speed. He
was not headed for the causeway.
He was going in the opposite direc-
ton. What did that mean?
Ate, spinning past old land
marks, the car slowed down and
stopped. Mark saw the white cot
tage. The filling-station. He must
not be seen here. Surely the driver
would make contact with someone
inside before he left the Limousine.
Henri stepped out Of the car. He
stopped as if to make sure he was
not observed.
Mark slipped off the trunk-rack.
He was cramped and stiff. He hob
bled rather than walked into a deep
purple shadow cast by a pine. He
could see the cottage. He held his
breath as Henri gently turned the
knob of the front door and entered.
What would he do next? Come back
to the limousine? What a chance to
grab him.
What was he doing inside the
house. He was taking his time. The
door was opening again! Mark
hardly breathed. A man slipped
out. His hat was pulled down over
his eyes He skunk along in the
shadows. Reached the shore road.
Ran on the dried grass which bor-
dered it as if pursued by furies.
Had that been Henri? Had he de-
ivered his message? Had he been
warned to beat it? Couldn't. have
been fight inside. No loud voices.
Had the Limousine with the silver
been left for someone else to drive
away?
Someone else! What a break!
What a break! He would drive it
back and park it in his garage-no,
that wouldn't do, he would leave it
with Mike Cassidy. Mike was as
dependable as the sun.
He stole from the shadow Of the
pine. With every faint scrunch Of
his feet on the frosty ground his
blood stopped running. Could he
reach the limousine before someone
came? Only a few feet more. He
was behind the wheel. With a hand
stiff from cold he touched the self
starter. Hang It'll Wouldn't you know
the motor would back-fre! A light!
In the front dorner! He had wax
ened someone! He hadn't a moment
to lose.
With his ears strained to detect
pursuit, with his eyes roaming from
side to side, Mark shot the car
The Washington times., 1937-01-08
Commercial Bank
Reports Condition

The statement Of condition of
the closed Commercial National
Bank for December 81, 1885, shows
total remaining uncollected assets
with a book value of $5,070, ,728.48
and an estimated value of $l,861,-
396.77.
Cash in hand of receiver and
comptroller, according to the state
ment, amounted to $134,982.74 on
that date.
So far dividends paid to unse-
cured creditors (depoSitorS)
amounted to go per cent or $3,364,-
11O.37, the report showed. The
bank closed on February %. 1888.