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Nogales international., 1939-04-22
Going By Car? Then
Here Are Some Tips

COON several million motorists will be off auto
mobile tours. But not all will have the good time
they expect Headaches, backaches, and grief await
many of them. Yet Paul w. Kearney, in the current
Rotarian Magazine indicates that these annoyances
can be cut to minimum by needing few common
sense rules Here is condensed list Of his dos and
don't's for motorists
l. Eat lightly while tour Heavy eating causes
drowsness
g. Stop and then for a rest. Play catch or hang
by your hands from tree limb.
g. Take an emergency can of gasoline. One and
half million motorists out of gas last year
f. Avoid excessive fatigue. If you must drive when
tagged out, reduce speed and use extra caution
5. Take along duplicate car keys, but let someone
besides the driver carry them.
6. Carry a tire guage. When driving on hot day.
check tire pressures.
z. Have block of wood suitable for use under
your jack soft ground
scientist says mans brain attains it's maxi
mum weight at the age of 20. And that's about the
age when he thinks he knows everything.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
SEEN and HEARD
o%% -
THE MAIN DRAG

Rotaryanns, attired in Mexican
costumes, greeting Rotary excur-
sionists on their return THURSDAY
from Guaymas.
Al Breslau pulling three of his
teeth.
= Nogales sextet making a hit at
the Rotary convention. +.
. Buddy Sykes, six, wearing a peon
costume during pre-fiesta days.
-
Sheriff J. j. Lowe and two dep
uties directing traffic about the
Casa de Sierra hotel until 1:30 am
Tuesday. They counted 14O autos
about the hotel during the Rotary
dinner-dance and it was no small
job to get the cars in and out on
the hillsides.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
box

Arizona Corporation
Commission, The Capitol
Phoenix, Ariz.
April 10, 1899.
'Mr. Craig Pottinger. Publisher,
"Nogales International,
"Nogales, Arizona.
my dear Craig:
IT am under obligation to you
for word and photogravure. pic
ture of the District Convention of
the Rotary Clubs of this District
which convened in your delightful
city last Sunday. You did a mag
nificent job and rendered to every
member of the District an unusual
and Illuminating service. You have
both my thanks and my congratu-
lations.
Official duties prevented my at
tendance which I regretted very
much.
with kind regards and best
wishes, I am
Sincerely yours,
''AMOS A. Belts
Commissioner.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
That's how Hitler and the Wop
will get themselves aired one of
these days
Sheer Lazirless

italian troops parade for Goer~
ing in Tripoli." 1t would be good
training for that pot-bellied (stom-
ach to those who wish) Hun to do
his own parading.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22

lima Wunda sez thet tn girls who
are tn most often criticized fer tn
silly-lookin' headgear they wear
generally keep their date books
filled. Ina claims thet it is one
way of advertisin'
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
Copyright 1899 by H. Painter)
& neA Pei: !.!!!:!.:.! @ Z!
Inevitably

1.-THE dictators' Hitler and Musso-
lini wish to get the whole world. -
They will, too-on their necks!
Nogales international., 1939-04-22

will Grumble, our leadin' dry
goods merchant sez thet one of the
reasons his wife was so attractive
to him in their courtin days was
because she knew so little about
business, but thet since they got
married there isn't anything she
doesn't know about business.
Pete Mosley, a old bachelor in
our community, sez thet tn reason
he never got married was because
he has an in-law complex. Pete
claims thet he wouldn't mind bein'
bossed by some female, but thet
two or more is too much.
I. M. Tite, our local banker, sez
thet his slowest payin' customers
are tn ones most easily insulted.
Widow Taken claims thet there
is more truth than humor in tn
old compliment paid by public men
to their women, towit: "All am
or have owe to tn little woman. ;"
Widow Taken sez thet tired bust
ness men are gentlemen who have
been pushed into success by their
wives.
Will B. Cross sez thet Congress
amt much different from a session
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
There's No Mixup

Wrong address, is Nazi retort to
Roosevelt'S peace talk" Mebbe 50.
naebbe so, but he had T1itler's num-
ber alright.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22

Miss Lotta Flash sez thet few
modern girls are discouraged by
tn careers thet some of the other
girls married.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
About Face

Greeks receive Italian pledge,
but Mussolini's- troop movements
fail to jibe with peace talk" In
other words, the wop promised not
to kick 'em in the pants, but didn't
say he wouldn't kick 'em in the
face.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
GOALS
OTIS TRANSFERRED

OTIS TRANSFERRED
Charles Otis, formerly of Nogales,
has, been transferred by the j. G.
Penney Company from Phoenix to
Douglas, where he will be manager
of the Penney store in the neighbor-
ing city. He was connected with
the Nogales store several years be-
fore going to Phoenix.
o. L. Cornwall was visitor here
Tuesday. Mr.. Cornwall ana bride
(Marstel Klene) will move to No
gales soon to locate.
Mr.. and Mrs. Waynan Rose ar
rived Monday from McCamey, Tex
as, to visit Mr.. and Mrs. Jesse
Roach of Pajarito street. Mr.. Rose,
cashier of a bank at McCamey,
is brother of Mrs. Roach.
Mrs. Mary Turner of Los An
geles, widow of Tom D. Turner,
and Mrs. Bess Thurston of Williams,
have been spending several days
visiting Mrs. Turner's nieces, Mrs.
R. c. Laney and Mrs. j. H. Barbee.
Four high school girls-Elinor
Joffroy, Ann Cutting, Clara Ed
wards and Martha Guerrero-were
valuable assistants to j. c. Tovrea
and Frank Carroon at the Rotary
convention registration headquar-
ters.
of ''box-s itterS" and wood-Whittlers
thet gather around town on Satur-
day afternoon, and thet tn CONVEX
sation runs about ez intelligent.
Mrs. Ida Flyhigh sez thet tn rea-
son tn month of March seems al
ways to enter like a lion is due to
, tn fact thet spring house cleanin'
starts about then.
(All Rights Observation-Disclosures
ern Newspaper Syndicate)
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
Gasoline Shortage

WtRSUAA1AC OAAUA OsA6C
London is driving world to war,
declare German leaders," What
irks them is the fact that they'll
have to walk.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
Der Tag Is Coming

1.-THE pelican airs its pouch by
turning it inside out over its neck. "
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
OWNERS REPORT
.t5ssI
APO So
MALES PER GALLON, Jig. IN,
Arizona Corporation
Commission, The Capitol
Phoenix, Ariz.
April 10. 1899.

Here's that's built for you rugged able Bantam There
model for lively TO drive so easy TO
park nimble in traffic.
It's safer oo surface tire surface pound
Of weight any other car-you stop surely eliminate
skidding O slippery streets.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22
Those Lawmakers

Massachusetts has a law against
lounging on the shelves in baker
les" It is legal, however, for the
bread to loaf around on them.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22

o. L. Cornwall was visitor here
Tuesday Mr.. Cornwall ana bride
(Marstel Klene) will move to No
gales soon to locate.
Nogales international., 1939-04-22

of "box-s itterS" and WoodWhittlerS
thet gather around town on Satur-
day afternoon, and thet tn conver"
sation runs about ez intelligent.
Evening star., 1939-05-28

skilfully, using every bit of cover, that even
Fritz with the sniper's rifle didn't see you
through his telescope.
There were times, as we watched the kid,
that we lost sight of him. He was right down
in the mud, and the drab of his dirty khaki
was lost in the putty ooored sludge. But he
got on. He knew all the shell holes. The first
half was the worst We saw him reach what
we called the fort. hole with few sand
bags piled on the edge that faced the German
lines.
And then at last, we saw him running down
the road. He would be safe until he came
back.
We waited Flanders is cold in February.
1t had been raining for a week and overhead
the dull sky looked as if it were going to rain
again. Waiting seems longer when you can't
remember being dry and warm.
Someone shouted, There they are" and
then, Hell, that isn't Pop with the kid.
We'd forgotten that Pop Hanna had been
transferred to the Canadian hospital at
Havre. We didn't know anything about the
new doctor except that his name was Major
Brown, and that he was just over He'd never
been up front before.
Now we saw that the kid was having hard
time with Major Brown. We could see the kid
urging him on, dancing around him like a
frenzied terrier around big slow St. Bernard.
1t was plain Brown was afraid of slipping in
the greasy mud The best the kid could get
out of him was a cautious jog.
| think we all began to worry about the
same thing at the same time. In minute the
kid and Brown would be leaving the road.
Our eyes were on the plump bulk of the new
doctor and what we saw as he came nearer was
anything but cheering.
The bloody fool has had his buttons
Evening star., 1939-05-28

| let the KID 60 back to headquarters for
the battalion doctor. The kid was 50 small
and thin: he could snake across the open
ground better than anybody else. What wor-
ried US was whether the doctor would get
through The German snipers were hawk
eyed They d picked off four of our men since
daylight The Skipper was one of the four.
We hated the thought of his dying. The
kid hated it more than any of u.s. We loved
and trusted Stacey. But to the kid Stacey
was god - human god that fellow could
borrow money from. Stacey let the kid get
away with murder and chuckled when he did.
Stacey had let him keep the Luger pistol he'd
only sixteen He wouldn't have been there at
all if some recruiting officer hadn't looked the
other way when the kid told him he was
nineteen.
We'd been reminded that he was just boy
when he started for the doctor. The tears
we're making streaks in the dirt on his face.
He was afraid Stacey would die before he got
back with the doctor.
1t was quarter mile to headquarters, along
a poplar-lined road that Fritz couldn't see.
The trick was to get to that road. There was
communication trench but it was filled with
six feet of cold. Shiny water. The only other
wav was to cross two hundred and forty feet
of almost open ground - while Fritz waited
and watched with telescope sighted rifle -
the way you watch from behind the stone
wall on the edge of big clover meadow for
the woodchucks to put their heads out OF their
holes.
Two hundred and forty feet isn't far
good man could sprint it in ten seconds even
in the mud Twenty, anyway. But IT you
stood up to run, the machine guns got you.
Your only chance was to crawl in the mud so
Evening star., 1939-05-28
THE AJ0R
DIDN'T LIKE MUD
But II was mud for the Major or death
for the Captain. So the kid took action
by Lucian Cary

shined," somebody said. 1t was true. The
man was resplendent. We could even see the
CLEAN of his Sam Brown belt and his elegant
riding boots and his brand-new surgeon kit.
He was made to order for snipers.
One of the men began to swear softly.
grimly We'd had lieutenant in our company
- an immaculate fellow He'd taken bullet
in the stomach rather than hug mud. The
breed was more common than you'd think. 1t
hit us all that Brown was prize specimen
of it.
Brown and the kid were off the road now.
They were screened by clump of little
trees. The kid was pointing to the German
lines, to us. and to the ground they had to
cross They were standing in mud ankle deep.
Brown kept lifting one foot and then the
other, as if he were trying to get those beau
tiful shiny boots out of the sticky stuff.
The kid stopped pointing and there was
brief but furious argument. We couldn't hear
their words. but we could see what 1t was
about. The kid wanted Brown to lead off; the
first man had the best chance. Fritz could be
caught mapping by the first man but he'd be
set for the second. We thought the KID would
20 for Brown with his fists.
They got to the fort all right. Then they
had the argument all over again. The kid
wanted Brown to get down in the mud. Brown
wasn't having any. For second the kid
turned toward us as if begging us to do some
thing l shouted at Brown but it was too far.
He heard my voice but he didn't get the
words.
The kid dropped to the mud and began to
crawl toward us. Brown just stood there. be-
hind the shelter of the sandbags. looking at
that sea of mud like an old cat on the edge
of puddle. 1t would have been funny as
hell if the finest officer in the First Canadian
Evening star., 1939-05-28

Contingent hadn't been lying just few feet
from us with bullet in his lung with no
hope unless this shining louise of doctor who
was trying to get in war and not get in the
mud, got through.
ran down to see Stacey. He opened his
eyes and grinned family at me.
The kid S bringing Major Brown l said
Bring him in after dark" Stacey said.
I'm going west anyway"
"You know the kid. The kid'll bring him.
Stacey was trying not to cough but he did
and bright blood gushed from his lips Don't
let the kid stay, Dick. Make them serd him
home
A machine gun began to chatter rackingly
outside ran back to the parapet.
Brown was still crouched in the shelter of
those sandbags. The kid had crawled only as
far as the first shell hole. Brown had done
job of arousing Fritz. The machine gunner
was Systematically searching for a hole
through those sandbags, with little slashing
bursts My sergeant came alongside Am l
crazy, sir? Or is the Major going to sprint
for it,"
Brown was bent exactly like sprinter
waiting for the gun Only in this case he was
waiting for the machine gun to stop 50 he
could run for it. Didn't the man know what
that German machine gunner would do the
minute he ran out from cover?
yelled and waved at him. signalled that
he must get down and crawl But he shook his
head.
don't know what made me look at the kid
at that moment The kid was fiat against the
side of his shell hole. his head lifted just
enough 50 he could watch Brown ten yards
away. But it was the kids right hand that
held my eyes, He had that Luger pistol in his
right hand and he was aiming it at Brown.
Sergeant" said, "the kid -"
Hes shooting at somebody behind Major
Brown, sir" the sergeant said hastily.
"Of course" said.
We both knew there wasn't anybody else
out there - just the kid with the Luger and
Major Brown, R.C.AM.C.
The machine gun stopped. Brown took half
step from his sprinter's crouch and the kid
fired. We saw Brown sit down hard in the mud
behind the sandbags as the machine gun chat
tered We saw the kid crawling back to the
doctor. We couldn't see what happened when
the kid got there. We waited.
They're coming, sir, :" the sergeant said.
They were. And now Brown was down in
(Confinved on poss 13)
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-03

brave boy took across wide sea.
But you wouldn't know. You sit at
desk in an Office in the steel mill
which Judith's father owns.
No, she. couldn't talk like that. So
she asked a question instead:
'Why do you want to take me
home? You brought Judith"
He shook his head slowly, that
twinkle still dancing in his eyes.
Wrong, Sarah Anne! Judith
brought me in her chariot"
'"Then you better climb in, for I
came in Gentle Annie-that's the
parsonage car and it won't go
above 80 miles. That's why Cor
rinne dubbed her that. "Then, as he
raised his brows, "Corrinne's my
sister-just 18, and she looks like
Judith only she's gold instead of
red-gold. See you later"
Judith stopped her, and the dark,
bright eyes were laughing. Oar
ling, let the lad have his fun. Run
on with him, please! don't mind"
She lowered her voice. IT don't
want to go home. I'm taking my
ship up and he's excess baggage.
Please, Sally Anne"
"All right" She didn't want him.
either, and if he knew that, he
wouldn't have stood there so nom
chalantly sure that he was. the
brass ring for which the merry
go-round played it's. calliope.
The old car chugged along me-
thodically. Bing kept up his BAN
tering. Suddenly he said, "I did you
a good turn today. wanted to get
thanked for it.''
did me a good turn ?" The car
swayed, then came back to the road
between the naples which lined the
southern part of the little city.
Il was over at the newspaper
office today when the telephone
call from the coast came through
asking about Jacks devotions. He
must be some guy. He left before T
came to town."
She waited. So there had been a
call to the paper, too? Why?
Some wire service wanted to
KNOW II Lnere was any girl waiting
for him. 1t seems he yelled to the
men to lay off when he hoped out
of his ship. Don't blame him. He'd
taken an ocean in his stride. So
they called up here. The desk men
were all out in the composing room
so I took the call. I gave you a
break. Thought you might like to
see your picture in the paper and
I've heard Judy say he carried your
books home from school,"
"What did you say?" This cool.
small voice was coming from some
where deep inside her. It wasn't
Jack who had remembered, who let
her name slip out
'""What did you say?" size repeat
ed. while the night grew quiet,
clouds lowered, and stars blew
away. 'Hurry!"
Ito Be Continued> NV
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-03

Gloomily, Ruth Desautel Of Dover,
N. H., surveys the future. She was
to have married Sherman Shirley
victim Of the Squalls disaster. Man
who was to be best man closed bulk
head on Shirley and twenty-five
others. Ruth does not blame hlm.
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-03

along, Sally Anne, when take off
to Mars? ?'
Well, he had taken off and she
hadn't been there. Hadn't even
known he was starting until she
read it in the newspaper. She
hadn't seen him for two years. She
would think about that later, back
home in the parsonage in her small
bright room.
Mrs. Benjamin Allen came bus
tling up. Mrs. Allen was round and
comfortable and the president of
the Ladies' Aid society in the
church where Sarah Anne's father
had been minister for most Of the
% years of the girls life.
Now the woman nodded her
cheerful face. "I always said that
boy would do something. Knew it
even when he was selling fruit at
this counter right here to see him
self through school,"
Right here at this stand-how
many dozens of apples and oranges
and bananas he had weighed out
for the parsonage! How many
times she had happened by at
closing time so he could stroll with
her as far as the parsonage, going
on to the white cottage where he
lived with his mother, who taught
in the grades.
"Do you think Jack'll come home
for spell?" Mrs. Allen persisted.
"You ought to know, Sarah Anne.
You and he used to like each other
right well. Heard from him 2"
She had heard twice in two
years. There had been q postcard
from Kansas City, and . long let
ter from his aviation school, writ
ten one night when it had rained
and he had been lonely. Either it
hadn't rained any more or he had
not been lonely again. His mother
heard, and now that Sarah Anne
was teaching the third grade in the
building where Mrs. Courtney had
the sixth, sometimes a little news
came to the minister's daughter.
It was like Sarah Anne that she
didn't pretend. She might have said
that Jack, had been busy, that he
had been indefinite, but she didn't.
Her dark eyes held the straight
forwardness that the boy who had
flown away had loved.
II haven't heard for more than
year, Mrs. Allen"
"No? Then all I have to saw is
that it's your own fault. With the
running start you had, if you want
that boy all you have to do is grab
him. Of course, if you don't ="
Sarah Anne'A candor went into
hiding. After all, she couldn't tell
anyone that she never saw a mail
plane flying above the chimneys of
the town without a memory Of GER
tain singing, winging days when
she had gone up in an old crate
with a boy who talked always of
flying higher, faster, farther.
Judith interrupted, 'If that ro-
nance ever makes page one, Mrs.
Allen, Jack will be the lucky one.
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-03

| Sarah Anne, I've got an idea. I'm
going to get up a party tonight to
celebrate the absent hero's victory.
Well go out to the lodge for sup
per and swim in the pool. Will you
help call people?"
Sarah Anne nodded. She wanted
| to sit home alone with Jacks tri-
umph, but she could do that later.
This was splendid of Judith. Judith
now had her own plane. given to
her by her father for birthday
present. She had liked flying from
the beginning, too, but she never
| had riSked her neck-Or been asked
to-in Jacks disreputable ola ship.
Sarah Anne had taken d normal
school course at the State unjver.
sity. Jack, already enrolled, greet.
ed her warmly. They strolled by
the river which spanned the cam
pus. He took her out to the flying
| field where he received instruction
after classes in exchange for GER
tain services, which he performed
around the hangars. Now and then
he was permitted to take up an old
plane, and often he put Sarah Anne
into the other seat.
So, for two years, she shared
Jacks sky and Jacks dream. Her
pity increased for Judith, off at a
girls boarding school, with nothing
to do but go to proms at Cam
bridge and New Haven.
Back in the room under the par
sonage caves, Sarah Anne sat
quietly in the deepest chair.
She had so much to remember.
And nothing, nothing at all to add
TO the memories. With customary
| honesty she reminded herself that
Jack was in no way pledged to her.
She even wore his pin out of
friendship. Platonic, purest variety.
She wriggled her tilted nose, with
its seven freckles, and laughed at
that.
That was something something
to think about, even now, three
years later, when Jacks name was
a star-spangled thing that belonged
to America and eternity.
Now he was "a, and he had
spanned his ocean while she went
sedately up and down Elm street
to teach the children the names OF
countries that were only small pink
and green and yellow spotches on
a. paper map.
Sarah Anne, telephoner Mat
tie, maid-of-all work, called sud-
denly.
Sarah Anne picked up the re-
ceiver. eyes 2" she asked.
"San Francisco calling. One sec
ond, please"
San Francisco! Jack.A Then he
couldn't have forgottenI He had
said something or other that night
lat school-it came back now..a
"If ever set a record, I'll send YOU
telegram from the ,;Hoboken
Ferry or give you a ring from Cal
cutta!"
| He had remembered =,
tTD B;, CCnt.n9cdr
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-03

who never before had spoken to
her except to say the dozen con-
ventional phrases with which peo-
pie carry on a necessary conversa-
ton with someone who must be
spoken to, noticed her and came to
sit near her.
whats happened?" he asked.
"a new kind of cold cream, false
eyelashes-"
my skin always was good" she
answered laughingly land my eye
lashes grew that way. Nothin's
happened"
"It has. You're radiant"
schools out next week and the
whole third grade is passing"
"a lot you care about lot of
youngsters stepping up year. You
have a secret"
Bing was slim and dark and he
had a small mustache that gave
him an air of detachment. He had
been devoted to Judith for long
time, and Sarah Anne had Won
dered why she liked him. Judith
was so strong, so capable, and the
Judith was as tall as he was. But
where there was strength in her
slim body he had Incidence, weak
ness.
Mrs. Allen, with her brusque
frankness, had mentioned the mat
ter once. '"The mans weak. Oh,
harmless enough, except that. he
saps Somebody else's strength.
Seems to me that's pretty bad. But
now and then people like it. Maybe
Judith has a maternal complex
about the man."
Maybe :" Sarah Anne had
agreed. Judith needs valor, cour-
age, strength in the man she loved.
Why Judith accepted Bing, re-
manned a mystery. She smiled
about him, she said openly that he
was amusing, that was all. But she
went to church with him, to the
town movies, to the concerts.
Now for the first time the man
discovered Sarah Anne. The party
was ending. The wood fire, for the
June night was cool, had blazed
high and riotously, then died. The
long table had lost its beauty Of
candles and it's silver trays of sal
ads and sandwiches and ices and
cakes.
Bing looked at Sarah Anne and
smiled suddenly. He had a radiant
smile. His eyes crinkled, his white
teeth flashed, his face laughed.
Suppose you let me drive you
home and tell me about Treasure
Island" he suggested.
'"The new land you found to-
day?"
There aren't any new lands. Co
lumbus and Balboa got all of
them" How could she say: 1t isn't
land, it's a path. A shining, silver
cord between the stars, and it isn't
even mine! It's just the way a