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said the reader, "the pilot had
enough flying hours to be $50 years
old; therefore, he undoubtedly died
of old age and lost control of the
ship"
That's the sort of brickbats we
catch when a linotype operator
punches couple of extra keys.
o
MementO of Achievement
Mrs. Virginia Wright possesses
photograph that is of especial in
terest right now. Taken in 1895,
when the airways clipper made its
triumphant landing at Pearl Harbor,
the photo shows Captain Edwin c.
Musick and his crew decked with
leis as they were welcomed to Ha-
waii. Today they rest under the
waves, somewhere near Samoa.
o
Making 1t Good
Andy Dilbeck was peStered so
much by Hans Merklein several
months ago to take up golf that he,
Andy, ended the matter by boasting
that if ever ne did take up the
game, he'd beat Hans first time
out. Well-they played the other
day Andy won.
TIC The Point
When one member of the Post
Press editorial staff came down to
work the other morning, the type
writer was missing from his desk
A frantic search finally revealed it
setting in lonely grandeur on
shelf. Attached to it was this note:
Busted by Jim Rapson in line OF
duty. (Signe6 Jim Rapson, Post
Press Janitor."
There were no rebukes.
The Authority
Little known facts about Imperial
county's least known industry are
mere commonplaces in the mind
of Roy Gillett, who's spent lot
of time recently in the Cargo Mu-
chacho, Tumco and Mesquite Dig
gings mining districts over on the
river. RR learned lot from Roy,
| including the fact that Edsel Ford
and his. mother -in-law are in con-
troll of two mines in Imperial
county.
The Last Straw
E. H. Hagaman, over at the bus
depot, displayed the patience of Job
recently-but man can stand only
so much. There was woman on
the other end of the telephone line
who wanted to know all about the
schedules between here and Los
Angeles. After every question and
answer, she evidently turned and
repeated the information to some
one who was with her. Trouble
was, she forgot while she was doing
so what questions she had already
asked. So she'd ask again. Four
times Hagaman told her what time
the bus leaves. Three times he
told her how much a ticket costs.
. Several times he repeated answers
kto several questions. He never turn
hair. He was politeness itself.
For half an hour he answered queS-
tions without even a discontented
look Then, just as the woman
hung up. his broW-all of it-turned
red with anger, He slammed down
the receiver himself. He turned in
a rage.
"She didn't even say, Thank
you" he exploded.
Actions Speak Louder
Jim Cason hereby is thrown wide
open to public suspicion. His noon
hour Tuesday was spent at a drug
store lunch counter poring over a
household budget-all these items
about rent and clothing and food
and fuel and lights and ETC., etc.
He's a bachelor
In case it means anything, RR
can warn him that there's lot of
things crop up you'll never find
on a budget,
Imperial Valley press., 1938-01-13
Samoan Clipper
Blown to Pieces.
Bodies Missinq
No Trace of Crew of Ill Fated Skyliner,
Ocean Strewn With Bits of Debris;
Sunk in Mile Deep Water
Copyright 1888 by United Press

PAGO PAGO Tutuila Island American Samoa, JAM
(UP)-The Samoan clipper went down in 1000 faith
of after explosion terrific that it strewned
with tinv bits of debris from the sheltered in
Imperial Valley press., 1938-01-13

That Explains It
A reader telephoned to explain
the cause of the Montana air crash.
According to The Morning Post"
said the reader, 1.-The pilot had
enough flying hours to be $50 years
old; therefore, he undoubtedly died
of old age and lost control of the
ship"
That's the sort of brickbats we
catch when a linotype operator
punches a couple of extra keys.
Imperial Valley press., 1938-01-13

Butter: Los Angeles. 3sc; but
terfat, Imperial Valley. fob. ranch
grade A. 43c; manufacturing mlIk
36c; route gathered cream 32h.
L. A. Hay: U. s. No. sIs.50-
1850; No. Ieafy, S16.50; No.
2, S16.-16.50
Minneapolis flax, May, sos.
Imperial Valley press., 1938-01-13
Memento of Achievement
Making 1t Good

Andy Dilbeck was pestered so
much by Hans Merklein several
months ago to take up golf that he,
Andy, ended the matter by boasting
that if ever ne did take up the
game, he'd beat Hans first time
out. Well-they played the other
day. Andy won.
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(i|li|;|!E{2i]3'1
Carolina Typewriter Co
Phone $40 119 S. Salisbury st
Raleigh, N. C.
NOTICE,

Pursuant to an Order of the Court
dated December 16, 1888, in that sno'
cial proceeding entitled "Artbnn
Scott, ct al. VS.. Robert TYLER Of a1,,
the undersigned Commissioner Wsu
offer for sale and sell to the highest
bidder for cash at the CourfhouSo
door, in Henderson, North Carolina Of
IL O'Clock midday, on Monday. Ian.
uary 9th. 1889 the following Described
real estate:
1t being the real estate left NV
James H. Tyler at his death situate
just South of Henderson in Vance
County, N. c., adjoining the lands Of
the S. A. L. Railway, Ruffin Scott
Grant Hawkins, Ed Scott and tho
Chavasse Tract and containing abont
% acres, together with l 10 acres
near the same adjoining the lands of
Al Watkins, Robert Lassiter, Welcome
Chapel, and others.
Bidding to start at $68250.
This the 18th day of December. 1929
j. p. ZOLLICOFFER.
Commissioner.
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ANSWERS.

1. The legislature of 1888 passed an
act submitting the first statewi 'e
school law to the vote of the people.
The vote was favorable At no. time
since that year has North, Carolina
JAILED to take some part in conduct
ing Lublic schools.
When it fails. to cast three per-
cent of the total vote cast for COVER
ncr. or the presidential electors, in
TIE general election.
Z. The Negroes hold state meet
ms: at Raleigh and ,adouted 'resolll-
tions protesting that, only, ten state
offices were given the hundred ard
twenty thousand Negro Republica..s
le all the rest of the public jobs
were divided among the thirty thous-
and white Republicans
T. Noperson who has been declared
To be insane is allowed to vote in
North Caroline.
s. According TO G. S. Brimley, of the
State Department of Agriculture
there are 1888 kinds Aof flies found
in The State. Mr.. BrimleE states that
there are a total of 1850 species of
animal and insect life on record in his
6. In 1890 the average family was
nearly eight persons against less than
five at present.
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ing. 'but what can we do? I've
pleaded and pleaded"
IT tell you I won't go through
with it! won't. I'll do something
awful! You'll seem The second
was that OF Daphne Witherspoon.
I recognized it despite its note of
sl1rill desperation. Daphne had a
trick of blurring her syllables that
was unique and unforgettable.
"Darling" cried Mrs. Horace,
Jr., and the girl, her face white
and oddly distorted, brushed aside
the silver curtains and came out
into the lobby. Darling" her
mother cried again, and rushed
after her. "You must not say such
things! You must mott"
ST will! will" Daphne was past
controlling her anguish. could see
her profile, with nostrils dilated
and lips trembling with furious
passion. Long ago I should have
said it-long ago! Hasn't she
ruined your life and fathers? Must
stand by and let her wreck mine
also?"
Hush, oh, hush!" implored her.
mother. Miss Ritter will be re-
turning shortly"
Every well, I'll hush." The fury
left Daphne's voice. Something
quiet, ominously quiet, disturbing
ly quiet, took its place. "I'll hush,"
she said, "but you must remember
what I have said. I shan't go
through with it. I've warned YOU"
The back of her bright head dis
appeared through the outer door
way.
tiptoed backward. My hand
found the knob of the bedroom
door. I ratified the knob noisily. I
moved briskly toward Mrs. Hor-
ace, Jr., who turned quickly to
| face me.
Miss Ritter" she said, IT have
changed my mind. Please cancel
my appointment. II have a bad
headache" She pressed shaking
hands to her forehead.
"I'm so sorry" I murmured.
''Would you like an aspirin 2"
can aspirin ?" She stared at me
as one demented. "An aspirin. No
mott wouldn't help at all-none
at ALL"
Perhaps" suggested, you can
come in later. when you have
rested" .fa
THANK you, you are most kind"
She managed brief smile. per
haps-later." She staggered to the
door, swaying drunkenly from side
to side.
"Wheww I sank Imply into a
chair. began to tremble violently.
All at once had premonition of
something to come. I wanted to
snatch my hat and my coat, and to
run far, far from the Manor. It
was house of evil. It was-I gave
an involuntary cry! The outer door
was being slowly opened!
(TO Be Continued
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NOTICE OF SALE OF TANn

by virtue of the power Of sale con-
tanned in a Deed of Trust executed
by J. II. Daniel and wife Emma 7,
Daniel, and H. NJ. Daniel and wife
Mamie M. Daniel, dated December
II, 1885, and recorded in the office
of the Register Of Deeds Of Vance
County, in Book 184 at page 256 de-
fault having been made in the paw
n9cnt Of notes therein secured, on re-
quest of the holder of the said notes
I shall sell for cash by public auction,
at the Court House door in Hender-
son, N. c., to the highest bidder, at
II o'clock, Noon, on Saturday, the
31st day Of December, 1888, the fol
lowing described property:
Being plats No. 4 and of the Nc
MILAN division, and more particularly
described as follows: Begin at a stake
Henderson and WILLIAMSBURG Road,
corner of lots Nos and of the John
Mcmillan Estate Division, and run
thence West 1869 #. to a stake on
Ruin Creek, thence along Ruin
Creek as it meanders in a North
Easterly direction, Gas shown on plat
of the division of the John Mcmillan
division, which plat is on file in the
office of the Clerk of the Superior
Court of Vance County, and of record
in the office of the Register Of Deeds
of Vance County in plat book A at
page 83), to corner of Plat No. s. old
corner of John Mcmillan Farm,
Peace's corner, run thence along the
line of John Mcmillan Farm, South
81 degrees E % fit. to a stake on old
Henderson and WILLIAMSBURG Road;
thence along said road, South 3 IL
E 674 feet to stake, South 6 IL E
1872 #. to a stake, South 8 IL E 1872
it., South IL w .88 it., South SO S-4
w 24O it,, South "a 1-2 w 469 it. to
the place of beginning. Being plats
No. and Of the Division of the
John Mcmillan Estate, and contain.
ing 1888 acres, more or less, as per
survey of John E. Buck, G. E., dated
February 9, 1927. See Deed Book 1874.
at rage 256.
This list day of December, 1888.
r. G. KITTRELL. Trustee.
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though she had been crying. She
did not meet my gaze directly, but
looked down at the floor as !
passed by her.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wither-
spoon" spoke cheerily to the
muff1ed figure in the bed.
Get me out of this thing!''
snapped my employer, sitting up.
TITS as dry as Kansas prairie!
wet my sponge and wiped
away the mask. It fell into stiff
pieces at my feet.
"Ah, that's better!" She moved
her face from side to side. "Won-
derful stuff, but painful"
EYES," said, thinking how
CHASTITY she looked in the morning
light. Twill there be anything
else 2"
"Of course there's something
else! Think I'm going to sit around
with my face naked? Get my beau
ty box from the dressing table and
make me up!"
T did as instructed. When I had
finished she examined her face
critically.
"Bah!" she exclaimed in disgust
IT look like a ghost! Give me that
rouge box!" She snatched it from
my hand and daubed her cheeks
literally. '"There!" she said, when
she had herself looking like a sun
burst. That's something like it!
You may go now, but mind my ap-
pointment for this evening! Eight
o'clockw
"I'll remember" said, and I did
The old lady was down in Kitty's
black book for everything-sham-
poo, wave, manicure and facial.
ELIZA will wheel me into the
salon. See that you are prompt!
Tonight is an important occasion,
and want to look my best!"
"I'll be there" I assured her,
and wondered why on earth she
could not come in during hours
like a civilized person instead of
keeping girl waiting about half
the night. But, I decided, perhaps
that was why she had built the
salon, so that she could come in
when she pleased. I returned the
makeup box to the dressing table.
Good morning, Mrs. Wither-
spoon"
'Eh? Oh-er-good morning."
'Mr. Horace to see YOU" Eliza
appeared suddenly from nowhere.
wants to see me, does he?"
Mrs. Witherspoon's thin lips
formed determined scarlet line.
"Send him in! I have something to
say to that young man" And as
I went away I heard her furiously
scolding her only son.
AS I re-entered the salon I was
startled by the sound Of voices.
Mrs. Horace, Jr., in the third ante
room, was speaking with someone
I could not see. I paused uncer-
tainly in the lobby.
ST know, I know she was say
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of lovers. you know"
Lovers
Glad and Jeff, darling. They
were billing and cooling. Too ro-
mantle, and so early in the morn
ing"
"How interesting" Daphne
spoke lightly, but she was not
pleased. 1 could see that. Her eyes
were clouded and angry. Won
dered who Rudi was, and Glad and
jeff. Well, maybe would find out.
"And where is our precious flow
err, the divine Reginald?" Daphne
said after moment. Billing and
cooling with, shall we say, an UNI
known party?"
Really, my dear"-the Della
woman's laughter rippled musical
ly-"really, you do despise poor
Reginald, don't you? And he quite
admires you. The athletic type al
ways appeals to him. Odd. isn't
it?"
Very" Daphne arose. II must
be RUNNING. See you at lunch"
$50 sorry''-was there a shade
of triumph in her tone ?-"I'm
lunching in town with your IA
ther."
$50 long, then. Thanks, Miss
Ritter. See you later" She pressed
a dollar bill into my hand and
banged the door shut-loudly.
Sweet child" murmured Della.
I'm very fond of her-very."
1 said nothing. did not like this
Della Craig. Broadway actress or
no Broadway actress, she was
plain Cat! I washed her hair
quickly. Once a bit of soap fell
into her eye and she, said:
"Damn!" and gave me a dirty look.
She knew that was wise to her.
Women can always tell. She was
hard to please when it came to set
ting the wave-she had ideas about
this and ideas about that.
II suppose you think me q
frightful nuisance" she purred.
Really, I should know by this
time what to expect-in a country
town, you know!'
IT do my best work when the
hair isn't quite so thin on top" I
gave her back as good as she sent.
High hat me, would she? Not
much!
my hair is unusually thick!"
she snapped, and hid a smile and
thought what fool was to let
a female like her upset me so.
I did her nails while she leafed
through the pages of a movie mag
azine. She had a word for all the
actresses-a bad word. let her
rave on, for she was beginning to
amuSe me.
Ito Re Continuedl
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Gus for her age" l replied, scarce
ly knowing what to say. You can
not tell a granddaughter that you
believe her grandmother a dying
woman.
you didn't think she looked
ill?"
I'LL? l swallowed. Her voice
sounded like her face had looked
tense. well, of course, at her
age"
Eyes, yes, she's quite old" She
seemed oddly relieved. II keep for
getting she isn't so young any
more"
Bright or dull finish?" I que
ried, and she said she would have
the bright.
She'll be in her glory tonight, "
she said presently.
Il expect she will" I knew that
she was thinking of the old lady,
Il imagine she enjoys parties"
"Shes mad about them. Mad!"
She laughed shortly. Tonight is
something special. The sacrificial
goat, you know"
The sacrifcial goat! Now what
had she meant by that? All day
off and on, l pondered the phrase
A grand ball and goat! It did
not make sense. But l had nc
chance to ask for an explanation
for the outer door opened and a
tall woman in a red satin morning
gown came into the salon.
Although no longer young, she
was a beautiful woman. She had
curling hair dressed low upon heI
neck and black eyes as big as dol
lars. Her figure was svelte and
full bosomed, and her lips were
large and sensual. When she moved
I understood what the song meant
you know the one about "a
dream walking? That was the
way she walked, slowly and
smoothly and like a dream. She
made Daphne appt~r young and
AWKWARD thought together they
reminded one of a colt and a
DlOOQeQ mare.
Good morning, dear child" The
newcomers voice was deep and
rich and far down in her throat.
"Hello, Della" Daphne did not
sound pleased. She was frowning
and looking down at her hands.
Getting beautiful for the fray 2"
And the way she said it it sounded
mean and nasty.
Hardly that. I'm still at an age
when a lick and promise does
very WELL"
Really" Dull color flooded the
woman's cheeks. "Rudi is waiting
for you in the breakfast room," she
said. Il left him there tuning
No fun being third party to pair
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CHAPTER SIX

TT WAS long time until I slept
again. For hours, it seemed, / lay
listening to the sound of my heart
and for another sound - the
opening and closing of the outer
salon door! Presently, and the
clock on my bed table chimed two,
I heard that for which I waited.
Stealthy footsteps crossed the tiled
floor of the lobby. The door opened
and closed. The intruder had gone.
I made up my mind to question
Mrs. Greedy in the morning, but
when morning finally arrived l had
changed my mind. After all, the
salon was public property to men,
bers of the household and guests
at the Manor. Doubtless mine was
not the only key to the beauty
parlor.
In the bright, cheering sunlight
I could laugh at my midnight
fears. My burglar had been no bur-
glar at all, but more than likely
one of the ladies who had, perhaps,
run out of face cream. And in the
excitement and hurry of the after
noon rush l completely forgot the
incident.
Mrs. Greedy had not exaggerated
when she had said that Saturday
would be a busy day. 1t was. and
with a vengeance! There was work
enough for three operators, and all
on my shoulders. BY lunch time I
was a wreck, and by evening my
shoulders ached, my brain in a
whirl and my legs like chunks of
lead fastened to my body.
The morning began well enough
with Miss Daphne, ''Daffy" she
was called, arriving ten minutes
early for her appointment. 1 liked
her Immediately, she was so
friendly and obliging.
Take your time" she said as 1
scurried about to get things ready.
-Beastly bore, this grand ball, but
grandmother insists"
Must be a wonderful affair."" 1
remarked, and she made a faint
moue. She had an interesting, imp
ish sort of face, and her eyebrows
darted upward in the center and
her nose tilted ever so slightly. She
was not pretty by accepted stand
ards, but she was young, not more
than 10, and she had lovely skin
pale golden and quite f1awless. It
was her hair. the color of carrots,
and her long green eyes that gave
her color. She looked rather a TOM
boy, for she was slim and slight.
Ready" I said, and she moved
to the chair indicated. 1 gave her
a shampoo and began on her nails
while she was under the drier.
She had nice hands, short and
square and capable. When her hair
was dry, she parted it in the mid
die and brushed it furiously.
Cant be bothered with wave"
she explained carelessly. "Too
much trouble"
You don't need a wave" I told
her, and it was true. Straight hair
suited her.
She sat down again and I went
on with the manicure.
what did you think Of grand
mother?" she said suddenly, and,
glancing up, I surprised a tense,
taut expression on her face.
"Why-why, she is quite marvel
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READ THIS rypSr .

Elsie Ritter. a beauty shop. operator.
Is on her way to the Manor. the luxuri-
family. She has agreed to- take the place
OF her. friend, Kitty, for a week, run
ming the private salon Of old Mrs.
Mitherspoon. an eccentric semi.invaiid.
to the Manor. where she meets the
housekeeper and then the parior maid.
Before retiring Elsie is told to change
spoon. ST.. her nightly facial. She
meets her maid. Eliza. Elsie finds her
employer is a withered old woman
with a sadly misplaced sense OF vanity.
After humping into Mrs: .Wither-
spoon, Jr.. in the darkness of the salon.
Elsie is awakened in the middle OF the
night by a falling chair in the same
the granddaughter. and Della Craig.
an actress, who is q house guest. Both
strike her as queer.
(NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY)
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:
What Do You
Know About /.
North Carolina?
BY FRED HI. MAY

l.. What outstanding service did the
legislature of one hundred years ago
render the State?
2. When does political party cease
to be recognized in this State?
3. What statewide protest did the
Negroes make to the Republican party
in 1897?
Z. Are the inmates OF State hos
pitfalls allowed TO vote?
5. How many KINDS Of flies are to
be found in North "a Gina?
6. What is the difference in the size
of the average North Carolina family
of 1890 and today
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CHAPTER SEVEN

MY NEXT appointment was
with Mrs. Horace, Jr., and she ar
rived before I had finished with
Della. In the daylight she was
palmer than ever. Clearly she had
no use for beauty treatments. Her
skin was dry and splOtched and
her mouse-colored hair struggled
forlornly here and there. Beside
Della she looked like a doWdy old
maid. I think she felt this, too,
for she stood uncertainty in the
center Of the floor watching the
actress and twisting her hands at
her sides.
lefty, darling" Della gushea
all over her. Fancy seeing you
here! I would have sworn you had
never in all your life set foot in
q beauty parlor!"
"Pm-Tm having a manicure"
Mrs. Horace, Jr., stammered, and
I never twitched a muscle though
I knew she was down in the book
for a shampoo and a wave and a
facial.
Tonight is going to be too
thrilling! / can scarcely wait"
Della twittered like a bird. "Aren't
you just too excited, darling?"
Yes. yes, OF course" Poor Mrs.
Horace. Jr., looked more and more
i'll at ease. / knew that she want
ed Della to get through and get
out. She wanted her treatments in
private, and I did not blame her.
When woman, a middle-aged
woman, decides to fix herself up,
she always feels embarrassed and
sort of ashamed. Funny, too, I
have never been able to figure it
out. You would think making the
best OF what God gave you was
something wicked and shameful!
Really. it's marvellous the way
Mrs. Witherspoon keeps up! Fancy
presiding over grand ball at her
age!"
Eyes, marvellous" Mrs. Horace,
Jr., agreed, and her face turned so
gray thought she was going to
faint. There was something very
peculiar about this particular
grand ball, but could not put my
finger on what it was. No one, it
appeared, save Della Craig and old
lady Witherspoon, was enthused
over the prospect. But, as said
before. it was none Of my business
what went on at the Manor. I put
the finishing touches to Della S
nails.
THANK you so much" Ravish-
ingly she smiled upon me and that
was all.
you're welcome" I returned,
making it plain that I had not ex-
pected a tip. But you could not get
under thick skin like hers. She
sailed from the salon like a tragedy
queen in the third act. Personally,
was glad to see the last of her.
"An right, Mrs. Witherspoon, "
said, and glanced out at the lobby
clock. It was three minutes until
ten. ''I'll have to leave you for a
moment, if you don't mind" I
added, for it was time to wash her
mother-in-laW's face.
mo, don't mind" she said, as
if it were & relief to postpone the
inevitable.
BE back in fifty" I promised,
and hurried to the private entrance
of Mrs. Witherspoon's apartment.
"Yes?" Eliza opened the door so
quickly that I knew she had been
waiting for me. Her sunken eyes
were red-riInmed and swollen, as