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The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1938-09-17
ALL-STARS IN
TRAINING FOR
BEAR BATTLE
Ray Kemp Will Coach
All : Stars Against
Chicago Bears

CHlCAGO-"Can a group Of COL
l>sians be whipped into a smooth
working unit Of sufficient strength
10 defeat one OF the best profess
sional football teams in the ccun-
try" Ia the question on the tongue
OF the grid fans in this town.
The fans have reference to .he
game between the Colore d
All Stars an a the Chicago
Bears In Soldiers Field on the ev-
enins Of September 2s. Tho PRO-
ceeds Of the game will 90 for char
ity.
Coach Ray Kemp. head mentor
OF the All-Stsrs. with group of
twenty-five selected players. start
ed their training Monday morning
IN Soldiers Field. The team will
be put through their PAGES every
day until the day prior to tl,s game.
simmons Heads List
OEsis Simmons, former Universi-
" OF Iowa star half back. heads
the list OF grid players who re-
ported to Coach Kemp Monday. In
addition, there were Don Simmons
brother OF the great Oszie. Tank
Conrad, and otis Troupe ftrmer
Morgan college backs Madison
Dorsm, from Xavier; Dwight Reed
University Of Minnesota: Clarence
Hinton. Northwestern university,
and many others who had been Sc
Iected to oppose George Hats
Bears.
Many OF the Chicago fans ex-
pressed the opinion that All-Stars
will not have ample time 10 he
whipped into smooth-working
unit In two weeks. II was their
belief that the time is entirely TOO
short. To support their argu-
ments. the fans point to the long
period OF training which the white
collegians had before their game
with the Washington Redskins
professional champions. three
weeks ago. The coIlegisns were
in training almost one month.
Against the two-weeks training
OF the All-Stsrs, the Bears will
have six weeks OF training. plus
two games. under the belts. In
addition, the Bears are bigger ply
sically and have better reserves.
However, there are many who
are wagering that the All-Stars
will emerge from the game with
The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1938-09-17
CHATTER Of HOOPS

Flares, the American horse that
won the Ascot Gold cup In Eng
land. IL now on his way to the
Claiborne stud In Virginia. Vic
|trix IL. an American horse owned
hy J. 4. Widener. also won an i'm
portant stake race recently at Os-
tend. proving that American horses
can win anywhere. Ell Chico-boys,
here's piece de resistance. l think
this juvenile is one OF the best colts
ever developed in the last 10 years.
He won s6O.sOO in purses at the
Spa. He Is what call sure thing
when he starts.
Levengro, the California flash. Is
back TO the races and ready to run
for queens taste. Watch him in
Maryland. And at Latonia. the
Dixiana Stable is doing what I said
they would do winning races with
regularity. Stagehand finally won a
big stake, but still say that he's
not the colt most race fans think
he u.s. With 1l9 pounds up he looks
like world heater.
Here's my selection for the
hawthorne Gold cup which will be
run September IL at mile and a
quarter for three-year-olds and IN
cravat. first; Seabiscuit. second:
Esposa. .third, and stagehsnd.
fourth. Too bad for War Admiral
Jas he could not lose this race il he
were entered. DO not hold this colt
Cravat cheap with the underhold.
Can't Wait Is back to the races and
should run exceptionally well in
1.-THE Jerome HandcaA, September
|l7.Likes Belmont Park. This should
he one OF the greatest meets Bel
mont Park has had in years with
1.-THE gee gees alternating between
New York and Maryland. Many good
horses will win at big odds.
John Goode, the old Kentucky
bard boot who usually turns up in
Maryland with the J. w. Parrish
bags, has his bosses cherry ripe.
they are headed by Dellor, The
Whale, and Knee Deep. Now
watch this smart trainer. Dusty
Dawn Is another boss that IL ready
for the asking. He Is a fall boss.
so he may beat some nsgs Who
seem 10 outclass him. Ben Jones
may get hack his purchase ticket
price for Stands Alone.
What's the matter with the De-
bemark Stable? They are going to
change the trainer. again. From
what have heard about this out
IT, no one can train successfully
for hem. ! hope you get what
mean. The stable belongs to the
boys.
| wonder IL Grey Gold could have
won the big race the other day II
he would have left the post In time.
Yes. think he could have beaten
Mucho Gusto. This Duffy racer is
CONTINUED ON Page D
The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1938-09-17

"A coLoRsD JUDGE
The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1938-09-17

The players are: Burns. Oh: Mar
vim SIS; Clay, Id: Red House, Sh:
Malone, G; Curtis. CT; Dean, ri.
Smith, II. watson. Morrell, and
Burgess. The pitchers are Turpin.
Dean. Payion rlummer. and Trapp.
calhoun and Garner are the UNI
pres
While there are No figures rolat-
ing 10 the MORT Of Turpiu's ability
on The mound friends declare that
he hae plenty of powder p good
curve ball and fine change Of
marc
The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1938-09-17

the decision. other South Side
fans are bit skeptical abou, he
chances Of the All-Stars. and many
are OF the opinion that the cole
gians are outclassed.
Regardless OF the various o7in-
ions. the game will not decide any
thing. II VIII only provide some
cash for charity. And rish: now
the institutions which VIII ~ henc-
fitted can use the money.
The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1938-09-17

Xavier Stars

Madison Doram. left. half.
hack and IIIrman Workman.
tackle. right. Xavier L. candI-
dates for the ui.Star Grid
team that Will play The Chlca-
70 Bears, September %. Lest
week these two boys led the
,otlng. CAMP Photo).
Evening star., 1938-02-27
by F. BRInEN AUSTIN

was waiting for him, impatiently. These end
less traffic jams! The driver had been crazy
to take Fifth Avenue at this hour.
Elsie! He'd be very kind and oonsiderate
with her - remember always that she was
nothing more than loving child, trnstfully
innocent. She had never wanted anything
from him. He had quite a tussle before she
had consented to accept that little apartment,
and then reluctantly. He remembered how
adorably, with little pout, she had said:
Very well, then. darling, if you insist - you
know I'd rather you didn't - but can refuse
you nothing! - nothing! - isn't it wonderful
to be IN love?" Her arms had been about him,
yearningly; her mouth intoxicatingly close.
He had insisted. People would have started
to talk if she had stayed longer in the Office.
And Elsie was not born to work in an Office.
She had SOUL And she was in love with him;
the first time in her life that she had been in
love. And he was in love with her. How he
was in love! It was glad insanity he had
never even imagined. Despite all the Graces
in the world, there was divinity in women y
in some women.
Grace had paraded her own hard-lipped
virtue. Grace's virtue was valueless. But Elsie
for a girl like Elsie, adorable, dazzlingly-
fascinating, to have kept straight was some
thing. And she had kept straight - until he
had come along She was fundamentally virtu-
Gus was virtuous still. Merely she loved
him, utterly, in all the fullness of woman's
love.
She personifed everything that was straight
and good and loyal He would pledge his life
that she never would let him down. With her,
his existence would be on higher plane -
infinitely higher he'd make himself fully
Evening star., 1938-02-27

financially she was secure she had accepted
his tortured decision with surprising ooolness
When he had told her that he'd rather be dead
than live another day with her, she had made
painful scene of course. Those scenes which
tore him up and left him shattered! But ulti-
mately she had realized that he meant it. And,
thank heaven, she had gone off to Reno.
What really had been in her mind? After
all, he didn't care. He had been relieved at the
cold hard way in which she had finally taken
it, had been impervious to her last little spite
full shafts at him. He wasn't really so old. Elsie
didn't consider him old. He had asked her,
once or twice, and she had closed his mouth
with kisses. He was entitled to little happi-
ness He had worked hard enough, nobody
knew how hard. It was no thanks to Grace
that he had achieved the success out of which
he would very cheerfully pay her alimony in
addition to the fat cash settlement already
made
Darling Elsie! He oaved for her. If only
this damned taxi would get on. 1t would have
been quicker to have taken the subway. In
week they would be married. Elsie would be
his, for ever He craved that caressing peace,
that light laughter which made gossamer of
his troubles, that miraculous assurance of love
which lifted him out of the dusty ways of
humanity to an ecstasy of the stars. She was
beautiful A man had to be forty five to appre-
ciate that young beauty, 1.-THE and eager.
Girls sometimes genuinely did love men
twenty odd years older - old enough to be
their fathers as Grace had spitefully said,
before he had convinced her that if
she brought Elsie's innocent name into it,
he'd fight the divorce while still separating -
and make no settlement Forget Grace! Elsie
Evening star., 1938-02-27

worthy of her, 60 in for books, pictures music
- the things sometimes she talked about of
late all the things for which until now he'd
had no time. Making money wasn't every
thing. She would be his companion in vague
ecstasy shot wideness of experience = the
ideal companion, young, beautiful, serious,
ardently loving.
They had come quickly along this last
stretch. Lost in his thoughts, he had not
noticed that he had almost arrived. He tapped
the window. Keep the change, driver! Tenth.
please! A few seconds more.
Elsie would be waiting for him. In his
pocket he felt the little leather cube of
diamond ring which would send her into
ecstasies. She was always 50 grateful - took
nothing as her right All his life, it would be
his joy to rain wonders on her, Tenth floor.
He was always glad to get out of the elevator,
escape from that fellows familiar little smile.
He'd let the elevator door close again. before
he felt IN his pocket for the key.
He Inserted the key in the lock, pushed
the door open - quietly, in his usual discreet
fashion. Elsie was talking on the phone. He
could not see her, behind the screen. but he
could imagine her position. culed up languor-
o,sly on the settee with the receiver in her
hand. Her caressing contralto-l like voice, as
always, gave him an ecstatic thrill - 'You
must cut off now, darling - really you must
- my silly old sugar -daddy1l be here at any
moment - of course. darling but you must
get on with writing that great exciting play
of yours - it's only for a week or so - don't
want to see or hear of you again until I'm
safely married. You do understand. don't you,
darling -"
Costisssd a. pops 10Y
Evening star., 1938-02-27

DHE damned taxi had missed the traffic
light again Extraordinary how it al
ways happened when one was in
hurry Elsie would be impatient for
him. She has said she would be inpatient for
him - over the phone when he had called her
to tell her that the divorce was through. Her
glad ''Darling!" rang in him. The hell of the
past ten years was banished behind him. It
was miracle that he had stuck it for 50 long.
Thank heaven, it was over.
Green light No move. Damn the traffic. At
this rate, it d take him nearly half an hour to
get there. Light cigarette, relax. This was
good, this strange new ightness of freedom.
For ten years he had been as good as in Jail,
answerable to Grace for every moment of his
time, almost his every thought. He had got
into the habit of suppressing his thoughts
when in her company, lest telepathically she
should read them and start a quarrel. Crace's
one idea of married life had been to put up a
dramatic show of idyllic happiness - and
give him hell behind the facade.
Most wives were like that, he guessed. They
merely wanted to exhibit their captive
captive who had been idiotic enough to pledge
himself to work for them for life, and sur
render himself as private target for their
petty malice.
They felt not the least obligation to give
any happiness in return for their bread ticket
All the man could demand was that they
should not make public scandal of them
selves. Well, that was something, in these
days. Certainly, nobody had ever been able
to say word against Grace. That had been
one of the subtle walls of his captivity. But
hers was bitter virtue. Bah! Forget it. All
women were not like Grace. Elsie was not
She was soft, feminine, understanding. loyal
Darling Elsie!
Red light again. Stop. Thanks be for Reno.
The moment Grace had been assured that
Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-05-17

known when they rode off her
fathers lands and into a region
where enemies of the Montoyas
lurked. For a moment he even
considered the possibility of her
having arranged the capture for
some reason of her own, but her
evident fright precluded that, he
realized. Pamela really, was a
scared girl, pale and trembly. And
she was being roughly handled.
"Best not make any more trou-,
BILE than necessary" he suggested.
''These men have us outnumbered,
and helpless now. It will be easier
to bide our time. Maybe we can
get our hands free later, some
way"
Bill tried conversing with the
Indians, but they would not talk.
He inspected their horses, their
scanty clothing, their weapons. It
was obvious that these men lived a
hard life, almost of savagery.
Their faces looked as uncivilized
as those of any American Indians
he had ever seen or ever seen pic
tured.
IT don't need to tell you that
these Yaquis are a tough lot,
Pamela" he said, after a bit. "You
ought to know more about them
than I do. I've heard of them, the
way the Mexican people have been
fighting them off and on for years,
and have never subdued them.
You say your dad and brother
have had trouble with them be-
fore. Have you anything to sug-
gest now? mean, as to what
they want ?"
mo. I am escared." -
yeah, know that"
He rode in silence for 10 min
utes or so. The party was wind
ing up a rocky canyon, climbing
fast, moving past great boulders.
The valley back behind them was
hidden from view now. They
Travelled no very well defined trail,
but the Yaquis seemed to know
where they were going. Bill
imagined village would be some
where over the next mountain
ridge, which he estimated to be
four or five miles farther on. It
was going to be hard journey,
tied as he and Pamela were.
Suddenly, though, he laughed a
little to himself.
Bill Baron was still a young.
man. Indian wars in America had
ended long before he was born.
If anybody had told him a week
ago that he could be captured and
taken into camp of savage
Indians, tribesmen still as wild and
dangerous as the Apaches or
Comanches were 70 years ago, he
would have put it down as childish
romancing.
And yet-here he was! With a
white girl on his hands, too; just
like something out of a story book.
The United States might be safe
ard, modern and settled now, but
in Mexico, he realized, time def
nitely has not marched on! fio
smiled again.
ITO Be Continuedl
Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-05-17

these Yaquis? And don't they
hate Mexicans?"
Eyes, Beel, but w-what have we
done? 2" Pamela was trembling,
her face strained. The girl was
obviously frightened as well as
angry, and of course justifiably So
"Quien sabe," said Bill, revert
ing to Spanish.
They couldn't talk any more
then because they were being
picked up and carried by the
Indians, who were themselves
maintaining a constant chattering.
Yaquis usually speak dialect of
their own language but combined
with Spanish, thus Bill and Pamela
were able to follow most Of their
talk.
The man whom Bill had first
fattened with the stomach blow
presented a problem to the Yaquis.
He was still very much in pain;
Bills two feet had hurt him. He
appeared unable to travel.
Worse than that, he wanted to
kill Bill, now that the white cou-
pie were securely tied.
"Es Ia javalina" the man
growled, pointing at Bill.
That was figuratively true, for
Bill had indeed fought like the
javalina-the long-tusked fero-
cious hog that runs wild in Sonora
as dangerous as jaguar and
feared by all men. The Yaqui
would have dispatched his captive
with pleasure now.
But killing evidently wasn't in
the Indians plan. They put Bill
and Pamela back on the Montoya
horses, and led the animals a few
hundred yards farther up the trail
where mounts Of their own were
concealed.
"They must have seen us COM
ing from a distance" Bill tolc
Pamela in English, "and decided tc
ambush u.s."
"They hate u.s." she told him
fearfully. my brother Fay-leex
he have fight them, with the sol.
der. Los Yaquis are enemy Of
Montoya, Beel."
1T might be a kidnapping then
Or revenge"
II am escared."
Bill grinned a little wryly.
$50 am 1, sister, if it gets dowr
to that. These ropes aren't any
too comfortable, either"
what weel we do 90
you haven't made up my
mind"
It was as near as Bill ever cam,
to telling her that she was tt
blame, that she had led him out tt
ride and was technically RESPONSE
BILE for taking him too far from tn
safety of the Montoya acres.
He began to consider that ride
They must have come six or eigh
miles, for it had been most pleas
ant and the horses had been full
of energy. The sun now told hin
it was past noon, too.
Anger suffused the youn,
American anew. Anger at Panel;
as well as at the Indians. Sh
must have known Of the danger
Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-05-17
CHAPTER 8

IF YOU have never worked with
a lariat or lived around Mexican
cattle ranches, you can have no
idea what formidable weapon the
looped piece of rope can be.
It can be made to dart out with
the accuracy and power of a strik-
ing snake, can render a man help
less in the time that would be re-
uuired to unholster a gun. A true
expert will choose his rope and
give you a loaded pistol-and beat
YOU in combat every time. In a
flash YOUR arms will be entangled.
In four, six, maybe 10 seconds, you
will be tied hand and foot and
prone on the ground, pleading for
your life.
But whoever handled the loop
that unseated Bill Baron was no
expert. Bill was jerked from his
saddle, but he hit the ground fight
ing.
Six or eight bronze-black men
rushed out. Bill met the first one
with a terrific lunge of his two
feet, caught the Indian full in the
stomach and flattened him.
"Beel! Beel!"
Pamela waited there screaming.
Her horse was rearing in the ex-
citement, and she might much bet
ter have urged him to flee so that
she could send help. But she was
transfxed with terror. In another
moment it was too late. One of
the Yaquis had grabbed her bride
reinS.
: The second Indian went down
as a result of a head thrust. Bills
arms still being held by the loop,
he butted this attacker in the
chest, as he had occasionally done
in amateur wrestling. He himself
bounced back, slipping the loop
above his shoulders.
For a few seconds grave danger
indeed confronted him; the loop
was about to tighten around his
neck, which would of course have
choked him down Immediately.
But Bill Baron had remarkable
strength. He fought free.
A hubbub of voices had been
added to Panola's calling and
screenings. The girl herself was
putting. up a good scrap so that
two and finally la,yee men went to
handle her.
Don't Fight, Panolaw Bill yelled.
They'll kill you'll"
But he did not practice his own
preachment. He fought with
astounding fury, wondering why
some of the men didn't shoot.
The Yaquis were almost naked,
except that all wore breech cloths
and one man wore a pair of old
pants. Their hair was long and
matted, their skins like copper
statues that sadly needed CRIME
and tarnish removed.
Each one had carried a gun or
other weapon, but evidently they
had agreed not to use the arms,
for they might have shot the two
riders from ambush in the first
place.
Bill Baron's fist connected with
one grimacing attacker, smacked
him full in the face. The man sat
down, grunting, dazed.
But in the same instant some
thing struck Bill, and when he
shook his head to consciousness
again he was trussed securely with
the rope.
"Panola!" he called, instantly.
She was behind him, similarly
tied. An Indian had the palm Of
hisfhand sclamped over her mouth
to silence her. But she was still
grunting and grooming and squirm
ing. When the man took his. hane
away, she gave him what mus
have been classic bit of vitupera
ton in the Spanish language.
1T won't do any good" said Bill
sensibly. WED better wait anc
take it easy"
But what ISIS it Why they d.
thees? ?" Pamela demanded.
You've got me there, Aren'
Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-05-17

Here's the man Diogenes has been
hunting for ever since we can re-
member. He is jobless Fred
Hohner, of Newark, N. j., who
has given $500 of his SIP re-
sources to the government as pay
ment for 81 days Of shelter he re-
ceived at a Newark mission house.
An alien, Hohner still is cheerful
despite the fact he has no job and
has merely $12 left.
Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-05-17

Princeton university students hold
a mass meeting on the campus at
Princeton, N. j., protesting the
actions of Mayor Frank Hague of
Jersey City (shown in caricature
in background in suppressing
freedom Of speech. Several prom
inent speaker, including Norman
Thomas, Socialist leader, who was
deported from Jersey City when
he attempted to speak, addressed
the rally.
Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-05-17
READ THIS FIRST:

READ 1 t1lS rlFOl
Bill Baron. footloose Texan. and
Ellen Dale, Hollywood film star, are
staying at the Montoya ranch across
the Mexican border where they found
themselves after a lucky parachute
lump from Baron's- plane during a
Storm The wealthy Montoya family
and Ellen grow alarmed when Bill and
Pamela, their hosts daughter. fail TO
return from a ride together Ellen;
enchanted by the atmosphere of old
Mexico here, finds herself growing
much interested in Bill: Don Julio.
trail the missing couple. Meanwhile.
resting after their long ride, Bill and
Pamela are startled when Bill is sud
denly jerked from his horse by iarlat
rope.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY:
The Washington times., 1938-11-09
Tactical Flight

The plane, a Bel two-passenge1
basin combat craft, had taken off
from Boiling Field on a tactical
flight over the city only a few min
uteS before the crash.
The plane took off at 9:36, and
it was only three minutes later.
at exactly 9:39, that it crashed.
Colonel MacDill, the pilot, was
in the front cockpit, and Private
Gloxner was in the rear cockpit.
It came in from the northeast,
over the river, and was flying low
over Anacostia when it suddenly
went into a sharp bank and then
a spin.
Edward Bigelow, 1900 block
Rhode Island Ave. N. E., a war
time flier, had just parked his car,
he said, when he looked up and
saw the plane falling. He said:
"The pilot apparently was do
ing all he could to pull out, but
was unable to do so. I thought
the plane was going to hit me,
and it struck only about 10
feet away, after just grazing a
house.
Heard Screams
Gas the ship spun in I could
hear the screams Of the men
above the rush of the air. The
minute it struck it burst into
flames. A moment later there
was a terrific explosion.
Gasoline poured out Of the
blazing plane and set fire to
The Washington times., 1938-11-09
Army Plane Crashes
i'm I'D. C.: Two Men Die
Autos on Street
Set Attire by
Blazing Gas

General Staff School, and the
Naval War College.
A resident of Indiana, Colonel
MacDill was a graduate of Han.
over College and held master of
arts degree from the University
of Indiana. He had also done
graduate work at Massachusetts,
Institute of Technology.
Colonel MacDill is survived by
his widow, Mrs. Marilla Augusta
MacDill, and two daughters, Rose
IA, and Katherine Rose, 8. The
family home is at BIOS Cathedral
Ave. N, w.
The Washington times., 1938-11-09
German Diplomat, Shot
BY Enraged Jew, Dies

PARIS, Nov. Q Q.N.SJ.-Ernst
Won Rath, German diplomat who
was twice shot Monday by a young
Polish Jew seeking revenge for
the sufferings of his fellow-Jews,
died today.
Won Rath, third secretary in
the German Embassy here, sank
steadily to death in spite of des-
perate operations carried out by
some of the best surgeons in Paris.
His death, it was feared, would
have grave results. One high Ger
man source here remarked earlier:
'If Won Rath dies his death
will be dOubly regretted because
of the events which will inevi-
tably follow in Germany"
This source said Won Rath'S
death would be the signal for
most severe" retaliatory measures