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PRISCILLA LANE IS
 STAR AT COLISEUM
 WITH WAYNE MORRIS

For the ordinary people of the world, this problem is: Should a wife continue to work at an out side job after marriage? For the intellectuals, it is stated as: Should wife sacrifice her marriage to her ambitions for a career??
 Men Are Such Fools" the pie ture starring Priscilla Lane and Wayne Morris, which ends tonight at the Coliseum Theatre, was adapt ed from a Faith Baldwin novel. It never makes it's points by merely letting the characters talk about them It is a fast-paced succession of amusing. exciting and sometimes moving incidents, and for this the director, Busby Berkeley, must be given a large part of the credit.
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DOW. JONES AVERAGES
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HOLLYWOOD Calp June Morgan has gone places in months that Stanley Moner Dennis Morgan Stanley Morner ryngand 
 Morgan is Moner, looking husky ex-Car- roll (Wso colgian football will be heard singing Song they make it, for his of the Warmers have spent total of $100000
 Morgan smile about Hollywood although little enough smiles Lifetime story.
 Morner specialized in dramatcs he football at Carroll College Maybe that his alumnu Fred MacNurray didn't specialize look at him today Anyway after school diploma started promising He worked in stock chauauqua the air; he 26 Symphony chestra; he in he studied Carroll waukees Wisconsin Conservatory Chicago tories (Of in slack times he played worked in lumber mainly activities and musical)
 Then in 1884 he met Mary Garden, operatc diva who scouting a contract in Hollywood cancelled got in his and drove like 
 And then he learned He waited to the studio He found everybody rather
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Women Running 1 of with Big
 Fish Honors

The biggest fish contest at Jim O'Neil's Baranof CiCgar Stand has turned into woman's race. Until yesterday afternoon, Mrs Rod Darnell had all the honors with 271k pound king salmon, but last night Alice Eliason registered a 35-pounder taken in the vicinity of Tee Harbor.
 Out of nearly hundred regis trants, it appears very likely that the women will take the honors with the contest closing tomorrow night at midnight. I. Goldsteins store is the official weighing sta tion.
 | Next month, O'Neil says he is planning big trout contest, with { the details not yet definite. The Book ALASKA, Revised and
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and Mrs. H. c. Wilcox.
 In the afternoon Mrs. Bradley was entertained in the Iris Room of the Baranof Hotel with a lunch con given by Mrs. M. D. Williams.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1939-06-29
BASEBALL TONIGHT

This afternoon it is announced that the Foundry baseball team will play the Alaska Juneau Dock team on the Douglas diamond to- night, the game starting at 6:3O o'clock.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1939-06-29
BOARD MEETING FRIDAY

Meeting of the Douglas School Board was postponed yesterday to Friday night for consideration of budget readjustment.
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Food Ca1s Be More
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finally recalled the contract He the lot his fattened and returned 12weeks ay-of provided in his contract would begin immediately.
 He visiting friends in Arizona when a calling him at Work at last Ziegfed" They spent three months his option the picture got raves singing Pretty Girls Like Melody known all along that-and hurt voice was the Morner singing it. (Jones after recording the song, had to eaveD
 happened, had Nelson Eddy much of look-in Eddy hurdle The only singing number a flop picture called Mamma Out" So he got permission The Student Prince the local stage just to he could sing All it meant another option lift with no roles in pec Just when dropped he distributors banquet the another option lift he begged off that appealing directly to Louis Mayer who fair about it.
 Then Paramount Morner, rechistened Richard Stan ley really to work there first he handed script That night reading found his part Two inesand out The next role heaviera gangster in I legal Traffic. The handsome juvenile smeared with makeup played Scarface type. Another again.
 With cheers he prepared to leave But Charles Rogers the producer heard him sing hadn't anything for him. but he Warner gave him tests Rechristened Dennis Morgan Stanley Morner $ 4 . ! E
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STOCK QUOTATIONS


 NEW YORK, June 29-Closing quotation of Alaska Juneau mine stock today is 7h, American Can 9015, American Power and Light 3%, Anaconda 21A, Bethlehem Steel 51 Commonwealth and Southern 1A, Curtiss Wright 47s, General Motors 41, International Harvester 54, Kennecott 30%, New York Gen. tral 125s, Northern P cific 7A United States Steel 43%, Pound $468.
 DOW, JONES AVERAGES
 The following are todays Dow Jones averages: industrials, 13005 down 279; rails 25.99, down .83; utilities 2269, down 50.
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issued and all friends of the couple are cordially invited to call during the evening.
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In 150 years the center of pop ulation of the United States has shifted westward from Maryland to
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The Book ALASKA, Revised and Enlarged, Now On Sale; S1.co.
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Empire Want Ads Bring Results.
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The Book ALASKA, Revised and Enlarged. Now On Sale; $1.00.
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-11-10
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hall and told him Dan Mills had just
died.
Then Heather came out, walking
like girl hypnotized. Tears stream
ed down the Jockeys boyish cheeks,
and he blamed himself bitterly for it
all.
cit wasn't your fault, Joe," Heather
comforted him.
For herself, she felt she never a.
gain would know happiness. The
bright gala world she had entered SO
joyously the day before had plunged
into midnight. Through that darkness
whispers were racing from coast to
coast, growing uglier and louder.
Was Coronado's death really an &C.
cident? The horse-loving world
would ask that question for years.
There would always be talk-Char-
lie Bassitt had taken the great horse
to the receiving barn that day, the
tote board had stood at 6 to 5, some
body had made thousands, somebody
had cleaned up on the death of Coro-
nado.
Maybe it was an accident, but the
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-11-10

mebbe so. Didn' yore daddy ever tell
you-didn' Mist Dan ever talk about
that little brood mare on the farm
name Sweet Alice?"
"Sweet Alice?" The little brown
mare that was expecting-"Arti-
chokes! You don't tell me-you can't
mean?"
Artichokes kept nodding his round
head light an automaton. His dull
eyes were Unexpectedly bright.
you'll see, Miss Heather, you'll
see mighta soon!"
The crowded Biltmore lobby swan
with sudden visions.
Heather stood transfixed. Color
swept to her cheeks again and wild
hope to her heart. Hope of miracle,
a new destiny, reincarnation of the
great dead Coronado, flared before her
astonished blue eyes.
Continued next week
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during the smallpox epidemic which
swept that area about 38 years ago
when it was not unusual for victims
of the disease to be buried on the spot
where they died.
The property where the skeleton
was found once belonged to former
Governor of Delaware.
With the skeleton was a pocketbook
containing an old-style one-cent piece.
Brooks L. Ross, the former owner Of
the land, stated that body had been
buried without the knowledge Of any
of his family.
The dead man was APPARENTLY me-
gro.
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-11-10
SKELETON UNEARTHED
NEAR STAFFORD, DEL

Worl1men excavating On the edge OF
Seaford, last Thursday uncovered the
skeleton of man who appeared to
have been dead for from 80 to 40
years.
F. w. Goldsmith, one of the workers
discovered the body as he was remov-
ing dirt from the excavation.
State police were called and have
been checking records of that period
in an effort to identify the skeleton.
There were no identifying marks left
near or on it.
A theory advanced by many older
residents is that the man was buried
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-11-10
SYNOPSIS

It was post time for the Santa Anita
Handicap. Coronado" the favOrite,
with fourteen victories, pranced on
the track to the applause of the crowd.
Dan Mills, his owner, a sportsman OF
high calibre, hung on the rail. watch
ing. He had a feeling of apprehen-
sion. Just a few hours ago, he had
collapsed in the tack room and Char
ley Bassitt, horseman of unsayory re-
putation, had taken Coronado" to the
receiving barn. Thrilling with excite
ment, Dams 1S-year-old daughter,
Heather, watches from her box. In
the unreserved section, stands "Slim"
Maynard and his pal, Snapper" FL
lott. "Slim", born Andrew Branson
Maynard, knew horses; his father had
a string of thOrOughbreds when Slim
was a boy, but a flood ruined the
Maynard stables and Slim is now on
his uppers.. All he and Snapper could
scrape together was bet on "Coro-
nado" today. Slim sees Bassitt come
from the $50 window with wad of
tickets and wonders which horse he
was betting on. Coronado, fractions
at the post, pinions his leg on the
stall gate. With the yell, They're
OFF,, he rushes to the lead, apparent
ly uninjured, but before the horses
had gone sixteenth of a mile, Coro-
nadO's legs buckled and he crashed
headlOng to the ground.
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talk whirled on and words would strike
like knives at Heather's anguished
hearing.
One cannot die of a broken heart.
That's what the doctors say. But
Heather knew better. She knew what
had happened to her father.
Pneumonia, the doctors called it.
But they hadn't known Dan. They
hadn't known Coronado.
She was thinking this three days
later, sitting lonely and crushed in
the lobby of the Biltmore Hotel, in
Los Angeles.
Every day was like Derby Day at
Louisville in this lobby, all dlsring
the winter meet at Santa Anita.
Horsemen swarmed about Heather,
and although she knew none of them,
the name of Coronado and the story
of his end was on every lip.
Slim Maynard, accompanied by
Snapper, sauntered into the lobby.
Heather shrank from hearing, all
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race, when Coronado died straining
in the hope of one last victory. He
was better groomed, his cigar was
massive, and his stony gamblers eyes
glittered with the zest of a man who
had guessed right.
LADY Killer was a cinch," Bassitt
was clustering as he staggered past
them. II wish Coronado hadn't of
fell to prove it."
Slim signalled to Snapper with a
jerk of his head in Bassitt's direction.
If Slim had looked then he would
have surprised Heather, who had
heard, with her blue eyes astorm with
indignant tears. But Slim, with Snap
per, was trailing the Bassitt party into
the bar.
"Tell us, Bassitt, what was the real
low-down on Coronado 2" they heard
one Of the party ask.
"You read what the vet said in the
papers," answered Bassitt, cycling him
self in the big bar mirror. Strained
his back when he got cast in the gate,
broke it when he fell"
Slim and Snapper traded glances.
Both were visioning the big chunk Of
tickets Bassitt had held in his hand
even before Coronado had been hurt
in the starting gate.
"You suppose Bassitt beat that race
on the square?" Snapper asked in a
whisper.
"On the square-in roundabout
way" Slim snapped.
Back in the lobby, Artichokes came
stepping as if the soft cushioned rugs
stung his feet.
He stood fidgeting about him, only
a few feet from Heather but not see
ing her.
Artichokes continued to stare, his
mouth open. He was capable of stand
ing that way, Heather knew for hours.
"Here 7 am, Artichokes," she said,
smiling little.
Artichokes bobbed his round head
and looked relieved.
"Car's all packed, Miss Heather"
he proffered. Gall your things and
Mist Dams picture is in and every
thing is ready for to go back"
Heather stood up. Her slim figure
in the black suit dropped with despair.
eco back" she repeated, unhappily.
ITO the ranch-to Carmel Valley. But
what is there to go back to, Arti-
chokes? There's no Coronado any
more. There never will be, never in
this world again, another horse like
Coronado"
Her voice broke. Artichokes shut
fled his large feet in embarrassment.
"Mebbe not, Miss Heather. And
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about her in the Biltmore lobby, the
name of Coronado. How swiftly, she
thought, fate had dealt with her, al
most over night. The eager, we'll
dressed sportsmen, freshlcy back from
the track at Santa Anita, the fashion
ably dressed and just as eager women,
all seemed swimming in a sea Of un-
reality.
How gay this lobby had seemed,
how glorious her world when where
had been Dan and Coronado!
Now all that remained to Heather
was Coronado's empty racing saddle
And the breeding farm in the Carmel
Valley, bought by Dan from his cham
.pion's winnings. And -.
Artichokes.
Heather sighed, remembering Ar
tichokes a dull stable hand who
had followed the proud eagles Of Dan
and Coronado through all their glor-
ious campaigns His real name, Jake,
had long been forgotten.
Artichokes was as shiftless as he
was stupid, but Coronado and he had
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become such fast friends, so attach
ed through the years, thta tDan had
dared not rid himself of the boy. Some
horses grow fond of rooster, or a
dog, or some other small pet. Coro-
nado's love had been Artichokes.
81 owe it to Dan and Coronado to
care for Artichokes," Heather unused,
unhappily. Besides, he does know
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horses. He may be of help on the
farm to me-in the future"
In her distraught mind the girl
shrank from that prospect :.
It was then Slim Maynard saunter-
ed near Heather on his way to the
bar with Snapper. Wherever horse
men gathered, this pair could usually
be found, as Slim put it, "buzzing a.
round"
"Well, I'm glad the meets about
over" Snapper was opining gloomily,
looking back over the winter racing
season in unpleasant retrospection.
"Id rather take my bath in the good
old conventional Saturday night way
instead of every afternoon in those
Santa Anita mutuels. And Coronado's
crack-up was the final washup.
"Slim, things have been so tough
I betcha if they took blood test OF
me right now it would come out 70
per cent coffee and doughnuts and
the rest hamburger"
Slim chuckled.
CAV, We'll stagger into another
lucky streak one Of these days." he
comforted his gloomy companion"
But what good would it do If they
did, he wondered. Money they won
was like so many beer checks to be
tossed right back over the bar OF
chance. What the mutuels missed,
the bookies got.
Slim was like that-restless.
Once Slim had parlayed a shoe
string into a pair of spats. He ran
his roll up to $4,000 and then, in one
grandiloquent swoop, tossed it off on
a IL to 1 shot that's still running.
"What price on the little sunbonnet
girl in the black suit?" demanded
Snapper, nodding toward Heather.
Unobserved by the girl, Sims quick
eye took in her 18th figure from head
to toe.
"Odds-on," he replied with convic-
ton. "About three to five, I'd say"
And Slim never hung out a generous
price on any lady.
"Ten to one in my book" shot back
Snapper. "But mebbe I'm prejudiced.
You know how I like 'em."
"They're all about the same," Slim
said with an Indifferent shrug.
But Slim caught himelf slowing up
to take a good look at Heather Mills
:. Sad blue eyes, under the shadow
ing brim Of her small black hat, cast
a fugitive glance at Slim.
One glance at her had an effect on
Slim akin to standing with a ticket
on 100 to shots nose and watching
him romp home on the chin strap.
"Not Interested" Slim warned him
self, swapping his fingers by way of
emphasis.
Women, when it came right down
to serious cases, interfered with
mans free and easy style of living.
Slim just wanted to drift along.
Hadn't he blown a good job as train
er of division of three-year-olds for
Matt Biddle, one of the ace trainers
of the East, last summer, because
Mats daughter, a "sweet young
thing" type, was always hanging a
round.
Sims attention was drawn from
Heather by familiar figure. Char
lie Bassitt was marching through the
lobby, herding nondescript group to
the bar.
Bassitt was looking much better
than he had on the day of the big
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CHAPTER 2

OAA]AA \ 6AS -
A van rolled down the back stretch.
A veterinarian jumped out and made
a quick examination.
"Isn't his legs" he assured Dan.
"Seems paralyzed- maybe just stun
ned. Let's get him back to the stable
where I can take good look at him"
AS they rolled Coronado from a
sled into the van Dan took off his
tweed coat and put it gently under
the horses head.
When the sled was rolled out Of the
van, horses peered curiously out of
their stalls in nearby stables. Men
watched and stood gathered, talking
in hushed voices.
Inside the veterinarian finished his
probe. Telling old Dan wouldn't be
easy.
Broken back, Dan. Must have
twisted it trying to get his leg from
under the gate-it broke when he
tried to get up full speed and fell"
The word spread quickly. Outside,
a score of stable hands, colored and
white, gathered. To these swipes of
the world within the race track, the
name of Coronado was the emblem
of equine royalty.
Inside Dan was surrounded by a
few horsemen friends. His face was
gray.
The strains of the bugle over at
zthe track, calling the field to the post
for the last race of the day, drifted
!. through the stable.
eff Coronado hears that" Dan
fnuttered.
Coronado must have heard. For he
tried to get to his feet-he was still
struggling when the breath of life
failed. Then he sank down and the
famed limbs that had sped to so many
triumphs stiffened in death on stable
straw.
Old Dan broke away from restrain
ling hands, threw himself on the straw
land put his hands around Coronado's
neck.
When Heather found him, he could
only repeat to her DULY:
"He was the greatest of them all"
+
All his life Dan Mills had dream
ed of owning famous stable.
Prior to Coronado's coming, he had
ground out living with a string of
nondescript but shifty platers.
Coronado had put him on a sound
financial basis for the first time in
his long years of turf wanderings.
From Coronado's winnings he bought
the breeding farm in Carmel Valley
that had been the eliminating pride
of Dams life.
Coronado had proven to Heather's
mother, too, that Dan had not been
wrong. She had lived to see him own
er of champion, she had wept with
Joy beside him at Tanforan when Coro
nado won his maiden race; she had
been able, at last, to understand and
share his dreams. She had loved
Coronado, and now she was gone
and Coronado was gone.
"You're ill, father" choked Heath
er, and caught the tired gray head to
her heart. Darling, I'm going to take
you to doctor. Oh, don't talk-don't
try-I'n take care of you'll"
Terrified, she drove her father te
the hospital. The weeks of grinding
work prepping Coronado for the San
ia Anita had been strain on the
old horseman. And this tragic finale
was the breaking point.
The next morning Jockey Joe Gard
ner pleaded illness and cancelled hi'
mounts for the day to be with Dan
At the hospital nurse came into thu
Evening star., 1939-07-28
Bedtime Stories
By THORNTON w. BURGESS.

Peter Rabbit never will forget the
first time he saw Glory the Cardinal,
sometimes called Redbird. He had
just hoped over the Old Orchard
when beautiful clear, loud whistle
drew his eyes to the top of an apple
tree. With little gasp of sheer
astonishment and delight Peter
stopped short. He couldn't quite
believe that he saw what he thought
he saw. He hadn't supposed that
any one, even among the feathered
folk, could be quite so beautiful.
The stranger was dressed all IN
red except q little black around the
Evening star., 1939-07-28

base of his bill. Even his bill was
red. He wore beautiful red crest,
which made him still more dis
tinguished looking. And how he
could sing!
OF course, Peter lost no time in
hunting up Jenny Wren. who Is
it, Jenny? Who is that beautiful
stranger with such lovely song?"
cried Peter as soon as he caught
sight Of Jenny.
GLORY the Cardinal" replied
Jenny Wren promptly. isn't he the
Evening star., 1939-07-28

loveliest thing you've ever seen?
It were Mrs. Cardinal I'm afraid
I should be jealous. There she is
in the very same tree with him. Did
you ever see such difference?"
Instead Of the beautiful red Of
Glory, Mrs. Cardinal wore q very
dull dress. Her back was q
brownish-gray and her throat q
grayish- black. Her breast was a
dull buff with . faint tinge Of red.
Her wings and tail were tinged with
dull red. But II she wasn't hand
Evening star., 1939-07-28
around here you will find him doing

around here you will find him doing
his full share in the care Of their
babies. Sometimes they raise two
families. When they do that Glory
takes care of the first lot Of
as soon as they are able
to leave the nest, so that Mrs. Card
inal has nothing to worry about
while sitting on the second lot Of
eggs. Everybody loves Glory. Excuse
me. Peter, I'm going over to find
out II they're really going to stay"
Evening star., 1939-07-28

somely dressed she could sing. In
fact, she was almost as good a
singer as her handsome husband.
1--WE noticed" said Peter, that
people with fine clothes spend most
Of their time thinking about them
and are Of very little use when it
comes to real work in life"
well, you needn't think that of
Glory" declared Jenny in her Wig
orous way. Hes just as fine as
he Is handsome. He's q model hus-
band. II they make their home
Evening star., 1939-07-28
lETTER-OUT
By Bruno
Fontoine Fox

called Tor the last column Print the letter
the word you have removed
a recurring
Answer to Yesterdays
Letter-Out
R) SLICKERS-SICKIES cutters)
CU) PASTURING- Cgood-bys")
R) ROBUST-BOUTS Fighters paricipate).
CA) THROAT-TROTH (good faith).
CD FINAL-FAIN (constraned
Evening star., 1939-07-28
When Jenny returned she was so
ADVERTISEMENT.

When Jenny returned she was so
excited she couldn't keep still q
minute. 'They like 1t here, Peter!"
she cried. IF they can find place
to suit them they are going to stay.
My, they will add lot to the quail
ity of this neighborhood!"
Mr.. and Mrs. Cardinal whistled
and sang as If their hearts were
bursting with Joy, and Peter sat
around listening as II he had
nothing else to do.
Evening star., 1939-07-28

I. Meanwhile, the ape-man and his friends
again found their way blocked by great studded
door, Only Ukah was undisturbed 1--WE have
such doors in Rathor. They are opened by
pressing on one of the studs, he said His hands
fumbled over the door. It opened.
Evening star., 1939-07-28
Twizzler Answer
BY Mormon Marsh
by Hobon

The system" gambler had started
with $720. He lost $432. then 500,
then $48. He bet the remainder,
$144 at 4 to /, won $576 and was
even.
Evening star., 1939-07-28

It is In mans very nature to try
to remove all evils that he can see
and feel, and 1t is this We mean by
progress.
Evening star., 1939-07-28

The manhunt on The news of Tarzans
escape was heralded to every quarter. Ahtea
herself took charge of the pursuit She was
furious, but she consoled herself with the thought
that the fugitives could not long remain at large
IN the underground labyrinth. 49,.
Evening star., 1939-07-28
By Alfred AndrioIa
BY Edgar Rice Burrouqhs

And now from the corridor outside came the
harsh, angry voice of Ahtea, Queen of Tohr
"Mungo! The door of the ancient armory stands
open. Enter with your men. Search every corner
of the cave. Tarzan and the others must be
there. Go in and bring them out!"