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Evening star., 1939-11-27
My Neiehbor Soys:

To exterminate little flies that
infest house plants during the
winter, put coffee grounds on
top of soil.
For stuffed celery, use small
stalks or cut large stalks into
Pinch lengths. Any of the fol-
lowing make good stumng:
Chopped pimento-stuffed olives
and minced ham; snappy cream
cheese and mayonnaise; finely
minced tuna, celery, pickles
and salad dressing; cream
cheese mixed with dates and
pecans; sardines, chopped and
added to celery, pickles and
mayonnaise; chopped shrimps,
tuna, salmon or crab added to
cream cheese and salad dress
ing; liver paste mixed with
chopped olives and cream.
Many furniture and floor
poishes contain highly inflam-
mable ingredients, therefore
they should be applied in we'll
aired rooms. Cloths containing
them should be destroyed or
stored in metal-covered boxes.
Never store such poishes or
cloths near q fire. Above all,
never work with such ponshes
near lighted firss.
Evening star., 1939-11-27
BY HELEN VOGT,

Last Thursday, when we nibbled
on a drumstick and wished for a
second joint. it suddenly occurred to
us to take time out for a bit of
purely feminine Thanksgiving. So,
we made list, just to remind our
selves that we're lucky ladies in
1889 . We have beauty products,
they're good, and we know how to
There are SO many things that
all of us can be grateful for, but the
ladies can throw in few extra sighs
of relief for the cosmetics availa BILE
today. Grandmother, as a girl, was
never blessed with the items which
the modern lovely feels free to
employ for her charm, and even if
these things were obtainable, the
belle of the last century learned
that no mice girl' ever used arti-
flee . Thank goodness, that idea
has passed.
On our list we have permanents
as No. /. No need for straight, un-
interesting coiffures No excuse
for stringy locks No tiresome
marcels or curl papers Modern
permanents leave your hair gleam-
ing and glowing, with a soft, nat
ural curl.
We're grateful for reconditioning
treatments; glad we know how to
prevent the dry, brittle condition
of hair.
Glad, too. that we've rediscovered
the use of the brush . Remember
few years ago, when the thought
of brush on your fresh finger wave
was pure sacrilege? Now. coli Fures
are improved by brushing-and so
is your hair.
Happy that hair dyes" have be-
come hair tints," with all the re-
sulting perfection of application. j.. . :.
It's fortunate that we know how
to cleanse our faces. using fine tex
tured creams suited to our skins
Good, too, that we realize the
Importance of cleanliness for a
lovely complexion. 80.
Nice to have pore pastes, prod
Evening star., 1939-11-27
nng Season Brings Many Problems the Lady Household
Unintelligent
To Proceed
Hard Way
Encourage Child to
Work Out Method
To Lighten Tasks
BY ANGELO PATRI,

There are some conscientious
parents and teachers, who think
that unless child has trouble doing
his work, or living with other people
he is not being reared in a way to
strengthen his moral fibre. "He
finds things so easy. He can't be
making much growth. If things
are easy for him what will he do
when he faces hard task?"
Wait and see. do not believe
that it is in any way necessary for
us to make things hard for children.
It is not good sense, for example,
for a teacher to give a class 10
difficult problems for lesson just
so they know what hard work
means. Give them one of these
problems and let it follow in order
a gradually increasing difficulty. Let
the remaining problems be easy
ones. One crisis is plenty in les
son, as in every other field.
Nor is it sensible, or right, to make
child work problem the hardest
way. For example, when a child is
multiplying fractions he should be
permitted to cancel all he can find,
to reduce large fractions to their
lowest terms so as to avoid handling
awkward numbers. I once had a
teacher who made us multiply
long line of fractions, big numbers,
'all out" just to give us practice in
doing long hard job accurately. 1t
was six weeks before the whole class
got that problem worked off the
record, and even then, some of us
had to be helped by more fortunate
ones. It does not make sense
Drudgery for drudgery's sake is not
strengthening. 1t is depressing and
poisonous in it effects.
The same thing holds good in all
other directions. I cannot agree
with the mother who insists that
her little daughter use a broom to
sweep the rugs instead of the
vacuum cleaner. "She must first
learn to sweep clean with broom.
Then she can take the easy way"
One might as well say, mo, you
walk those hundred and fifty miles
Co Sou Soil IL W 1OllE
tances. Then you can ride in the
car" What sense is there in Great
ing difficulties? Did you ever know
anybody living to get through life
without having to overcome greatly?
Neither have I. The children will
encounter hardship, plenty, without
our creating any.
1t is not intelligent to do things
the hard way. 1t is intelligent to
find the shortest, easiest, possible
way. The test of quality, of honesty
of workmanship, is the real one. Is
the job well done? Is it an honest
job? If the answer both times is
yes, We should ask no more.
No matter how many short cuts
child finds. no matter how COM
Portable his daily occasions may be,
he will always have to overcome
difficulties to get his work done.
Nothing is ever done without over
coming resistance of one. sort or
another. Each meets his own
troubles because each has his own
peculiar points of view, his own
ability and power. Give him his
work; show him the easiest way, and
leave him to work his way.
I have not the slightest fear that
even the most self-loving of children
will not find trouble enough to over
come Nor have I the slightest fear
that he will not find strength to
overcome his difficulties if we give
him half chance to grow accord
ing to his gifts.
Evening star., 1939-11-27
Necessary Knives

An assortment of knives are
kitchen aids and time savers. Have
one large slicing or butcher knife,
one bread cutter, at least two pairing
knives, one grapefruit cutter, broad
and narrow spatula. Keep the
knives in a rack fastened inside the
cupboard door. That will keep the
knives both accessible and sharp.
Evening star., 1939-11-27

20 and 40. Corresponding bust
measurements 80, 80. "a. 36, 80 and
40. Size IA (32) requires for No.
/, * yards 39-inch material with
short sleeves: 21s yards with long;
for No. 2, az yards with three
quarter sleezes; az yards with long:
for No. 8. 13s yards with short
sleeves; 1% with long sleeves.
Evening star., 1939-11-27
Delicious Salad

2s cup chopped or sliced ripe olives
l Bounce package cream cheese.
l tablespoon mayonnaise.
4 large slices fresh or canned pine
apple. ,....-
Shredded lettuce.
Chopped almonds. 49,
Paprika.
Blend together olives, cheese and
mayonnaise. Arrange pineapple
slices on beds Of shredded lettuce,
allowing one slice to serving. Cover
tops generously with cheese and
olive filling. Sprinkle with chopped
almonds and a dash of paprika.
Serves 4.
Evening star., 1939-11-27
Here's Real Relief for
NOSES THAT
CLOG, DRY UP
after DARK

" YOUR NOSE gives you a lot of trou-
BILE at night-fills up, makes breathing
difficult, spoils sleep-just put a little
Vicks Va-tro-nol up each nostril.
RESULTS ARE 50 GOOD because Vicks
Va-tro-nol is expressly designed to re-
ieve distress in nose and upper throat,
where transient congestion hinders
free breathing. Enjoy the comfort
Vicln Va-tro-nol brings tonight
Evening star., 1939-11-27
Leftover Cake Idea

Here is new pudding idea: Toast
leftover cake plain or frosted) on
both sides and serve warm, covered
with your favorite fruit sauce.
Grape juice and pineapple go well
together for a sauce mixture.
Evening star., 1939-11-27
Mahogany Carvings

A most acceptable Christmas or
anniversary gift is carving in fine
grained mahogany. Human and
animal figures seriously or humor-
ously treated are most popular.
Evening star., 1939-11-27
How to Prepare the Tokens
OF Her Nimrod's Prowess
Becomes Vital Question
Quickest Route to Doghouse
Is Via an Overlooked Duck
Or Tough Venison Chops
BY BETSY CASWELL,
WOman's Editor

Is the time OF the year when ordinarily tractabe
working menfok CLINT in the rising that
strikes apprehension the The little
woman knows all too well pond knows
that after having
Nimrod will anticipating with
Evening star., 1939-11-27

This is all We have space for today
On Wednesday, there will be more!
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28

Whatever it was, I hope you
find it again." the young aviator
replied. He changed the subject
quickly, his eyes crinkling into
laughter lines. Meanwhile, mind
being extra nice to me for a week
or two? Your mother thinks it.
would be nice if sit on your front.
porch and in your garden instead
of going back to the grim walls
down the street"
$50 do I! But your leg :"
"Oh, the nurse will get room,
down there and she'll come in
every so often"
That's expensive" Sarah Anne
spoke from her parsonage expert
ence with economy.
$50 are legs. You can't buy
them" He laughed easily. Then he
added: But going back to that
prelude to Bernice-the girls sail
ing-maybe she's on the ocean.
now. She has duke or count she
wants me to approve or not ap-
prove. I can't figure out. She ca
bled."
"She'll be here?"
"Any day."
Sarah Anne stood up. "You may.
not know it, but I'm taking a
course in child psychology at a.
nearby college and haven't!
opened a book yet. Will you un-:
derstand if study now?" ~
Child psychology. Musty text
books. And nothing ever happen
ing, except the allure of promises
that never came true. If some-
thing big, vital, soul-stirring could
sweep her away! If she could have.
one moment, one fight to adven-
ture! She opened the book to-
Chapter One and began to read.
The phone rang shrilly, and She
answered it. She recognized Lynn's;
voice and waited.
Sarah Fnne, is that sister Of
yours haunting the premises ?"
Perhaps"
"Just minute. I've been won-
dering how to apologize for that
experience you had last night. It;
isn't humanity forgivable. But will
you try to like me again? Some
day I'll explain it ALL"
She couldn't find Corrinne, sol
she hung up. An hour later Cor
rinne came, and delivery boy ar
rived at the same moment. In one
hand he carried a round bon bon
box, and on the other -rm a long
gray flower box, from which wet
green tissue paper and long stems
protruded.
Corrinne accepted them as
though she expected them. Then
her eyes clouded. Sorry I opened
them, Sarah Anne. They're for you.
From Lynn. A peace offering, I
gather"
why a peace offering? p" Bob
drawled lazily from his swing.
Cant he like the girl well enough
to send her an unbiased chocolate
drop?"
(TO Be Continued)
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28

the windows. The day was dark
and somber and quiet. Someone
had lighted the rose-shaded lamp
on her desk and it made a little
pool Of color in the dullness.
She sat up. Her head hurt. She
moved her arm and gasped. Then
she saw the places where the cord
had bruised the flesh. The MEM
ory of the night came back, vivid
and terrible.
And with it the thought Of that
white, still face on the pillow
Bob! Bob" She half called, half
sobbed the name.
She heard steps in the hall, and
she forced her voice to speak even
ly. Even the breathless worry she
was feeling was in every tone. rs
Bob all right?"
The man, pausing outside the
door, heard the question, sensed
the fear, and his face relaxed. He
answered.
Right as rain, Sarah Anne.
| D1A AAlSS AlAoy l SO1IlC III
In that moment there was moth
ing unusual to Sarah Anne in the
gentleness in the mans voice. Bob
was well and safe. That was
enough.
"Of course" she answered, never
thinking about her tousled hair
and her pale face.
He did no. cross the threshold
He merely smiled from the door.
But there was such understanding,
devotion, approval in that glance
that all the worries of the last few
hours smoothed out and blew out
Of the window and went off on the
rain.
Nothing had happened, Sarah
Anne told herself while she dressed.
Nothing had happened, and yet
everything had. For she wasn't
lonely now. She wasn't afraid. She
was glad that Bob had not lin
gered. She wanted to think about
that promise in his eyes.
Maybe she was being little RI
diculous. Perhaps, when one had
been unconscious from a sleeping
potion, as she had been, it took a
little while to come back to reality.
Anyway, this new feeling fo4 Bob
must be transient, because how
could anything be important when
it was so very new?
Yet she was glad that it had
come. It would help her through
this time when Jack was retreating
into a schoolgirl memory of not
very much Importance.
She faced herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were wide and dark and
tired. Now was as good a time as
any to be completely honest, to
burn up the past in a mental con-
hagration.
She had been willing to follow
Jack blindly and Loyalty, through
his early dreams. She had not been
afraid to fly with him. If you loved,
you went where the one you loved
went, whether you were 16 or 66.
That had been her simple reason
ing. So she had asked for nothing
but the chance to tag along where
Jack was. AS for Jack
She could smile at that this
morning. Naturally a single-mind-
ed youngster whose god was the
air, welcomed such an amiable,
worshiping companion. Most peo-
pie wanted some attention. She
asked nothing. She had been
shadow.
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28

her favorite. He sounded like an
anxious brother.
"And if he is ?" she asked, seek
ing to be gay. She never had cared
for dark men with small black
mustaches, no matter how perfect
their profles. But this man could
not know that.
Hes not in Jacks class" He
stated fact.
"'But what can Jack matter to
me?"
Bob looked across the lawn and
was quiet for so long that she
glanced up from her empty plate.
The penetrating blue-gray eyes
were gazing into space, and the
firm chin was a little stubborn.
Then Bob spoke. II didn't know.
What does he matter?"
Maybe, when a woman is so
abruptly, simply questioned about
a man who has withdrawn from
her favor, pride sends up bright
banner. Anyway, Sarah Anne held
her voice to one of gay indiffer-
ence, as she said: Jacks a dear
old friend, that's all. That's all he
ever was"
What she could not explain to
the bronzed young aviator, whose
face had regained it's color since
he left the hospital bed, was that
she had spun her dreams about an
| imaginary character and let Jack
take the part. But his next words
opened the door to her own conf
dence.
"You aren't the girl I think you
are if you haven't a nostalgia for
something in the past" he COM
mented.
"You win! 1t was the feel of fly
ing that got me, perhaps. Way up
! high, with everything under con-
troll. I had a hunch everything
would stay that way, and the sky
would always be filed with bright
young birdmen chauffeuring imagi-
native maidens."
again. It wasn't the time for con-
fidences or "reminiscences, but he
said: II know. There's part of me
that will always belong to Ber-
nice, even if I don't see her for a
thousand years."
Sarah Anne's face remained
quiet, but her heart turned over.
Friendship-well, if that was all
Bob wished, at least thai was
something. And as for herself,
maybe that was all she wanted,
too. Just the knowledge that some
one would listen when she talked.
"There are few jumps in au-
tunn sunlight where was at the
stick when Bernice jumped" Bob
continued, land night in Coffee
Pot at the Miami airport when she
was pretty cut up over college
boy who married somebody else.
She told me about it." !:
II know. Jack stood for some
thing fine, too" That was per-
functory. It was better to match
the honesty of 'Bob's mood.
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28
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/ She slipped a yellow sweater
over her curls and ran a comb
through those curls, then bound
them back with a narrow yellow
ribbon. She deepened the color of
her lips.
OF course Jack had come to her
when he returned to town. She was
an adoring-cushion. But now he
was grown up and he didn't need
mattresses all over the place.! He
wanted somebody who was provoc-
ative, and she. who could be that
way for those who did not matter,
could only be so starkly honest
about him.
All of he~ growing-up years
were his-they always would be-
but that was ended. Even with the
pains in her arms and legs, and the
soreness in her mouth, she felt
lighter and freer than she had for
days. For days-ever since that
night when she had paused at the
wide steps of Judy's house and
seen two people standing close in
space just big enough for one.
She went downstairs. The old
cook had started a wood fire in the
crate and drawn a small table near
it. Orange juice, bacon, toast and
coffee were waiting. Her father
had left. Her mother asked some
questions, made sure that she felt
better, and went off to a mission
ary meeting.
Corrinne picked up a piece of
toast and sat down.
Il know you feel like a broken
down prize fighter. but you do get
all the breaks" she grumbled.
Nov if 1 could get all bruised
and battered, think of the story I
could get in the paper! It's drama,
and how I'd capitalize! But you'll
skip it, won't you?"
do we have to face the pa
pers?" Sarah Anne asked, sur
prised. Isn't it secretive7 2"
Corrinne nodded reluctantly. Il
was just talking. Of purse we
have to hide it. Bob's all right, and
Lynn was here a while ago and
asked us to keep still about it. He
handled the situation and he does
not want to make trouble for that
mug with the beady eyes. It's
white Of him, isn't it?''
But where did Lynn go last
night ?" Sarah Anne queried.
ITO the hotel, didn't ne? He
found a clue and traced his car
without needing the police, he said.
And by the way, he's moving.
Preston will be nearer the remain
ing factories for him. But he'll
come back often"
COrrinne's eyes were sparkling,
and her face was flushed. She
moved around the room, took an
other piece of toast, crumbled it
and tossed it in the fireplace.
Bob Ransom coning?" Sarah
Anne asked, noting the signs.
mo. Why?" Instantly she was
defensive. Then she laughed. mo
he's out. Permanently"
From out of the nights happen
ings Sarah Anne was gathering
memories = fiotsam and jetsam.
Now she asked:
"Corrinne, does anyone ever call
Lynn 'Robin'?"
Her sisters face became white.
guarded, defiant. robin: How did
you know about that name 2" she
asked.
(TO Be COntinued)
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28

with sleeping quarters and facilities
for 100 persons, is completed and
ready for use, according to T. w.
Morse, superintendent of State parks
This is the first recreational unit to
be completed by the Farm Security
Administration in the $4,000 acre
Bladen county land use Develop
ment, recently leased to the Depart
ment Of Conservation and Develop
ment, which will administer the en-
tire area
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28
Fishing Attracts Many.

Raleigh, June 26.-More people
from other states have come to
North Carolina this spring and sum-
mer for saltwater fishing than ever
before, according to reports from the
coastal fishing areas received by the
Department Of Conservation and De-
Velopment. This increase in sport
fishing along the coast is generally
attributed to the State Advertising
Program and the wide publicity
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
IN THAT second that Sarah
Anne struggled at the door OF
Bob's room, she knew that she
cared more about Bob and what
had happened to him than she ever
had cared about anything. She did
not know if she loved him. She had
loved Jack such a short time be-
fore, loved him for. so many years.
But Bob had come when she was
frightened and alone.
So she did not analyze her emo
tions. She knew only that whether
he belonged to Bernice, or to no
one, he was in danger. He might
be-dead.
At the ominous word her throat
contracted and she tried to call
out, but the words were choked
back by that cloth in her mouth.
She made her slow way across
the floor, straining to see the long
figure in the wide bed. Bob lay
there. All, that was good! 1t Gid
not seem foolish to her a. the mo-
ment that she had feared he had
been spirited away. She pushed her
wrists against the bedpost. Rubbed
them up and down, never minding
the cord that cut into the flesh
She felt nauseated, but she did
not mind. The air in the room was
choking her. Something was des-
perately wrong.
The cords began to give. She
freed her arms, unbound her an
kles, removed the gag in her
mouth. She stopped over the man.
He was so still, SO white-but
she couldn't quite see him because
a fog came dancing before her
eyes.
Yet back of the fear and fog
a question was growing. Why
would Punk Edwards harm Bob,
and let her, Sarah Anne, who
knew even more about MIN, go
free? It didn't make sense. There
was a sweet, sickish odor in the
room. She was going to fall asleep
right here or the bed.
Then she understood suddenly.
She sat erect. The intruder had
tossed potent drug into the room
so Bob would sleep until he was
safely away. The man had trusted
to his binding to hold her securely
until morning.
She fought the deadly inertia
that was creeping over her. She
reached the door She knew that
she was falling, falling. Anyway,
when she hit the floor, she would
make a sound that someone would
hear.
1t was nearly noon when Sarah
Anne wakened the next day. She
was in her own bed. and the rain
was falling rhythmically against
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28
SYNOPSIS
WRITTEN FOR AND RELEASED Bt
CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION

SARAH ANNE MELTON, minister 8
daughter and close friend OF
JUDITH DRAKE, daughter of luxury.
finds ner childhood romance has
been blasted With
JACK COURTNEY, who attains sud-
den fame by flying the Pacific, re-
turns and falls in love with Judith
To Perryville flies
BOB KENNEDY. close friend of Jack s,
receiving a broken leg in crash at
the airport.
YESTERDAY: Sarah Anne begins to
wonder if she has fallen in love with
Lynn Rhode, the new parsonage
roomer, being called Robin"
Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-06-28

given the saltwater fishing off the
North Carolina coast by the News
Bureau of the Department of Con-
serVation and Development. boa.-
men and guides report a larger num-
Der of out-of-state fishing parties
than they have had in years