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Evening star., 1939-07-11
Col. LIB. Stephenson,
u. ). Marine Corps,
Dies in Hospital
Native Of Washington
Participated in Number
Of Expeditions

1t. Col. Lowry Boyd Stephenson,
United States Marine Corps, died
early today in the Naval Hospital.
After being taken i'll yesterday he
was sent to the hospital later in the
day. He was on duty as COM
mandant of the Marine Barracks at
the Navy Yard
A native of this city, he was born
February 18, 1889, and was appoint
ed a second lieutenant in the Ma
rine Corps November II, 1912 He
was promoted to a first lieutenant
and later a captain in 1917 and
served during the World War as a
temporary major. He was made a
permanent major in 1926 and pro-
noted in 1884 to a lieutenant COL
onel
Col. Stephenson participated in a
number of marine expeditions, in
Guiding Guantanamo Bay, Vera
Cruz and Santo Domingo. He was
awarded medals for his Mexican and
Cuban service. He also held the
Victory Medal for duty during the
World War.
He attended the Army Field Ar
tillery School at Fort Sill, Okla, and
the Naval War College, Newport,
R. I. He made his home at the Ma
rine Barracks in the Navy Yard.
Col Stephenson was a member of
the Army Navy Club and the Phila-
delphia Club.
Besides his widow, Mrs. Evelyn
Chew Stephenson. he leaves two
sons, David Chew Stephenson of this
city and Lowry Chew Stephenson,
Philadelphia.
Funeral arrangements have not
been completed.
Evening star., 1939-07-11
W. A. Bickings Dies;
Hotel EmpIoye

William A. Bickings, 81, wine stew
ard at the Harrington Hotel. died
Saturday at his home, 1924 F street
NE, after an illness of a month.
A native of this city, he worked
for a number of restaurants here
before going to the hotel in 1894
Interested in verse, he wrote poetry
as a hobby.
Besides his wife, Mrs. Darilla M
Bickings, he leaves a sister, Mrs.
Mary M. Daniels of this city.
Funeral services were held at $3.50
am. today at the Deal funeral
home, followed by a requiem mass
in st. Joseph's Catholic Church.
Burial was in Cedar Hill Cemetery.
Evening star., 1939-07-11
james F. Goss, II,
Retired Butcher, Dies

James F. Gass, II, a retired
butcher, died yesterday at his home,
SOIL Thirteenth street NV, after
a brief illness. A native of this
city, he was of the third generation
of his family living in Washington.
During his active business days he
worked in the old Center Market.
Besides his widow, Mrs. Sarah L.
Gass, he is survived by a daughter,
Mrs. Vera G. DietZ; three sons,
Eugene F., Raymond N. and James
S. Gass sister, Mrs. Netti Robey,
all Of this city, and brother, Frank
Gass, of Philadelphia.
Funeral services will be held at
pm. tomorrow in the Tabler fu-
neral home and burial will be in
Congressional Cemetery.
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Rites for Gen. McCuw
At Arlington Thursday

Brig Gen. Walter D. McCaw
Medical Corps, U. S. A., retired, who
died Friday at Woodstock, N. Y,
will be buried with military honors
at 10 am. Thursday in Arlington
National Cemetery.
The following will serve as hon.
orary pallbearers: Maj. Gen. Mer-
rite w. Ireland, retired; Brig. Gen.
j. R. Kean, retired; Brig. Gen. Carl
Roger Darnell. retired; Col. Joseph
F. Siler, Col. Albert G. Love and Col.
James D. Fife, retired.
Chaplain Walter B. Zimmerman
will officiate and interment will be in
the southern section of the ceme-
terry.
Evening star., 1939-07-11
Man Suffers Hand Burns
Working in Home

William Mann, 40, of $500 Park
place NV. was recovering today
from burns on his hand after re-
ceiving the shock of his life yester-
day.
Mr.. Mann was cleaning woodwork
at his home with steel wool and var
nish remover. The fireworks started
when a strand of the wool came in
contact with an electric floor plug
Steel wool and the remover ignited
and Mr.. Mann narrowly escaped suf-
fering more serious burns.
Firemen called to the scene treated
him for slight burns of the left hand.
Evening star., 1939-07-11
High Speed on Curve
Blamed for Rail Crash
BY the Associated Press.

BY the Associated Press.
The Interstate Commerce Com
mission today blamed excessive
speed on sharp curve for the de-
railment of Norfolk & Western
Railway freight train at Pembroke
Va, May 26. Two railway employees
were killed.
Surviving members of the crew
estimated the trains speed at IS to
As miles an hour at the time of the
accident.
why the engineman did not
enter the curve at a lower rate OF
speed is not known, as he was killed
in the accident" the report said.
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G. U. Head to Attend Funeral

The Rev. Arthur A. OLeary, S. j.,
president of Georgetown University,
left yesterday for South Boston,
Mass, to attend the funeral of Miss
Lillian Walsh, sister of the Rev.
Edmund A. Walsh, S. j., university
vice president. Funeral services will
be held tomorrow in ST. Brigid's
Church.
Evening star., 1939-07-11
$1,000 Trust Fund
Is Created for Doq
In Womon's Will
BY the Associated Press.

BY tne ASSOClated Press.
BALTIMORE, July 1.-THE
will of Mrs. Mary r. Herman,
filed yesterday in Orphans
Court, set up a $4,000 trust
fund for the support of my
little dog Flossie." The "a
year-old widow left $3.50 to her
maid and provided executors
could draw on the rest of the
S55,000 estate for the care of
the dog. The residue of the
estate was left to Mrs. Edna
r. Stromberg.
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Garn nf ThankH

AIKEN, ANNA ELIZABETH. The family
Of the late ANNA E. AIKEN gratefully ac-
knowledges with deep appreciation the
sympathy flowers and other pressions OF
Kindness extended by friends ana CO.
workers at the passing of our loved one.
ALBERT N AIKEN AND FAMILY.
Evening star., 1939-07-11

AWKWARD, JOHN FERDINAND. Sud-
denly. on Sunday July 8. 1888, at his
residence. 1922 Ingraham st. NV. JOHN
FERDINAND AWKWARD, beloved husband
of Margaret Reidy Awkward and son OF
Ka tie and the late George H. Awkward.
Funeral from the above residence on
Wednesday, July 12. at $50 In: thence
to Nativity Church. where mass. will be
offered at Q am Interment Arlington
National Cemetery. IL
AWKWARD JOHN FERDINAND. The
members of the Nativity Holy Name So
ciety will meet at the residence of our late
member. JOHN FERDINAND AWKWARD.
1922 Ingraham st. NV. on Tuesday. July
II, 1899. at s pm. for the recitation OF
prayers.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11
DANG R
By Helen Worden
You WiU Not Forget:

Mary Frankin's Race to Cheat Death!
 A Night In the Racketeer Night Club, Dove! The Heartache of Girl in Love With Her Editor!
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11
Illustration by E. H. Gunder

The Duke yawned. She's like lot of these society danes, just a thrill hunter. That's all. I'm a new sorta bug to her"
 Mary put her hand on Martins arm. Listen Duke" she smiled, but her voice matched his for coolness. Don't give me oatmeal until breakfast. You know more about Janice French than her mother. In fact you know where she has her own little private apartment"
 "This is the first I've heard of it. I'll have to ask Miss French to invite me up sometime"
 You're not on a witness stand now, but you may be some day Don't try lie like that"
 Tuckie's high-pitched voice in- terrupted. Mary, Jim Shirley is beckoning you to join his party.
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Maybe he knows where Janice French is"
 Annoyance spread over thu Duke. Doesn't it ever stop Tuckie?"
 "What stop?" she asked inno' gently.
 'That tongue of yours?"
 Mary's smile at Martins irritation didn't help his temper. She leaned toward Tuckie. "Hop along child. The Van Rants have just come in for their Friday night souse. I'll say hello to Jim Shirley in min- ute"
 Mary turned back to the Duke. "Where is Janice?"
 q don't know"
 She rose. You can't kid me Duke. I stay up all night, too Janice has been partying dozer times with you the last month Goodby.'
 She walked toward the door, stopping as she went, at @ table where two men were sitting.
 Both got to their feet. q hope you're going to take pity on us" exclaimed the older man. "Jim and I have been wish ing you'd join us"
 Mary shook her head. If l only could, Mir Robinson. have to go back to the office and write" She paused. Have either you or Jim Shirley seen Janice French tonight?"
 Thomas Robinson stared. No But why do you ask? You know her father is a client of mine"
 "Ill tell you another time" called back Mary over her shoulder.
 There was an ugly humor in his face as the Duke followed her into 1 the hall.
 Mary stepped into phone booth. The Duke hurried to another.
 The sliding door of her booth was half open. "Rhinelander 4-7254," she said. No answer. "Try White hall 3-93O0." She drew the door of her booth shut. City desk?" lowering her voice. "Okay. Give me MT. Ladd, the managing editor. Hello, Tom? This is Mary. I'm at the Dove. Janice isn't here and she doesn't answer her phone"
 In the adjoining booth, the Duke jiggled the telephone hook. "Try that number again, operator" he or dered. "Rhinelander 4-7254."
 Sorry, sir," said the girl after five minutes. T get don't answer signal"
 (To Be Continued)
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11

But no one ever entered the Dukes apartment without paying in the peculiar coin he demanded.
 In his bedroom this evening two men looked on while he eyed him. self thoughtfully in full-length mirror. Critically, he studied the line of his midnight blue Tuxedo, the knotting of his black tie, the patent leather sleekness of his dark hair and the magnificence of the star sapphire on his little finger. The Duke was big, almost too big for his clothes. You could see his muscles flex, then bulge, as he moved his arms, but his movements were graceful. No awkwardness here. Sinister strength, heightened by pale skin and the solid black eyes
 Whatever the others thought, the reflection in the mirror did not meet with his approval.
 You're not doing so well. Bill" He spoke sullenly to his valet. T look too new"
 Bill Condon mumbled. Honest to God, Duke, this business has got me. Just because I look like a Jeeves doesn't mean I've the soul of feller what knows ties and collar buttons. Put me back on the camera. Why, a fellows
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MT. Martin up moment. It takes drastic measures to get those sharp creaseS out of his suit"
 And I spent de whole afternoon putin 'em in," mourned Bill, closing the bathroom door on & doubtful Duke.
 A few minutes later. Tuckie glanced at her wrist watch. "Now you may come out. There! You look much better" she exclaimed cheerily as the slightly damp owner of the Dove emerged. "The creases are gone. Here, let me brush the shine off your hair, '' reaching for a military brush on the dresser.
 T won't" complained the Duke.
 "Very well. All in time." Tuckie hummed a little tune. Let me see you walk into the room. Make an entrance"
 Self-consciously the Duke eased himself out and back into the room.
 Did you ever hear of a man named Del Sarte, MT. Martin? Let go. You're too purposeful when you walk. Practice the art of cas- ualness."
 The Duke didn't answer. h. stead he studied himself in the mirror. Watching him Tuckie be- gan reading from list she had tished out of her evening bag. "These are the social errors you made last night; don't put your hands on a woman's knee. Besides you're too emphatic when you talk"
 "Is that what emphatic means?" asked Nick.
 q feel like fool" said the Duke abruptly.
 You're improving" said Tuckie. Even now you could pass in Newport or Southampton"
 The Duke, disgusted, made for the door.
 Here, you better take dis, be- fore you go out" cautioned Bill. From the top drawer of the bu- reau he lifted a dark object, wiped it of affectionately with a silk handkerchief and slipped it into his boss's breast pocket.
 "Okay," said the Duke. It was his dress revolver.
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liable to wind up cuttin' paper dolls if he follows this rackel~

liable to wind up cuttin' paper dolls if he follows this racket"
 Bill had the features of an Eng fish aristocrat, (there was good deal of speculation as to where he got them), soft heart and hand with a hard right punch. Even though his devotion to the Duke brought him into contact with so- ciety, he still thought anyone who stepped on the east side of Fifth avenue was sissy. He came from Hell's Kitcen.
 Nick Hart yawned. Quit going Duke of Windsor, on us, Martin. Them Park avenue guys will like you better if you drop the swank rags and be yourself" He drew his 200 pounds up. Now look at me. They take me as I am. big hunk of good-natured fat from Hell's Kitch- en. Not to change the subject, I think I gotta ideal" The Duke smiled sarcaStically.
 What about servin' 'em old bootleg in fancy brand bottles?"
 Martin snapped at him. For Gods sake, quit being nickel and dime thief. We serve the best. charpa tha nnoct apd mako If horf as the devil to get in. I want Park
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11

A BRILLIANT NEW YORK REPORTER-NOVELIST TELLS YOU IN THIS REMEMBERING SERIAL, MYSTERY-ROMANCE OF THE TOPHATTED GANGSTERS WORKING THEIR WAY
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11
CHAPTER II

Unless you belonged to the initiat- ed you might think the Dove night club was just another brownstone front on quiet block, but, if you happened to be on East 53d street this stormy spring night, you could see, even through the misty rain, that the house was playing a new role. Every window gleamed with lights. A footman, dressed in ex- pensive livery, balanced himself at the curb, bracing his body against the wind and sleet while he directed long line of cars as they paused to deposit customers.
 Admission was by card only. Tuckie Thompson had scanned the Dukes list well. The crowd looked like a first night at the opera. But there was no simi- larity in the entertainment.
 At the end of the silver hall on the ground floor snuggled the tap room. Here, behind closed doors, society could get plastered If 1t so chose.
 The main restaurant on the sec- ond floor, decorated in black and white, was jammed. A slit- mouthed pianist huddled over a gold piano. Near him stood girl in scarlet singing risque songs.
 Her voice was husky and deep. There was pounding on tables. Straining against red velvet rope which had been strung across the entrance were more people.
 The Duke presided at a table close to the dance floor. Nick hovered near the entrance while
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11

role of photographer, was taking flashlight photos. "A great many people make the Dove their head quarters" she said.
 The Duke drew up chair
 q always thought you had the edge on a lot of folks in your racket. You're smart girl. You've got looks and brains"
 Martin puzzled and interested Mary. She knew he was dangerous. She also knew he was unprincipled, but for the moment she forgot these things. Her reportorial instinct was stirred. She wanted to know what his relations were with the deb who'd been hanging around the Dove so much lately. What do you think of girls like Janice French?" she asked. She's fallen for you in a big way. Everybody's talking about it."
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11

sOf 1000 Men Who Sampled Old Quaker-NOW3 3 YEARS OLD-s6O Found 1t Amazingly Smooth, Mellow, Rich Reusaliag How You Can Saoe on Every Bottle You Buy!
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11

Here is rich, mellow Old Quaker Wh key-smooth on your tongue, expo sively delicate in taste and aroma, selling at q Yock-bottons pricel Yol be surprised how much you can save on famous Old Quaker .. now 3years old, and Jinsr than ever! Next time you buy, say Old Quaker. It means you're money in."
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avenue in the joint, not the fire men from the sticks"
 He was interrupted by the ring ing of the apartment buzzer. All three men faced the door, Bill and Nick put their hands on their hip pockets. Its your job to answer doorbells, Bill" said the Duke. Step on it.
 A wave of expensive French perfume f1oated through the apart ment as Bill opened the hall door. With it came the gushing tones of a woman, the tinkle of bracelets and the rustic of silk.
 Nick smiled and waved a pudgy hand, Enter Mrs. Mortimer Ruth erford Thompson. The Pro of the Four Hundred. Knows how to sit down, how to stand up, how to smoke a cigaret. what to dc with your knife and fork and will teach others at $100 per-"
 "Oh, MT. Martin, are you ready for your lesson? I'm so thrilled tc be here" Tuckie Thompson swished in. I'm not standing on ceremony. I know you need me-
 That's what I got you for, Tuckie," said the Duke, ito tell me and my night club where to get off, His mouth twisted into a smile, but his eyes were cold and hard. "Sit down."
 Tuckie perched herself on the Dukes taffeta-draped bed.
 A glittering nitwit, the redness of her thin lips emphasized the ashiness of her blond hair. She glanced archly at the Duke. "You have possibilities, MT. Martin. l felt that the moment we met"
 Her face, though long, like a sheeps, and with something of the sheep's foolishness, gave the i'm precision of extreme alertness; she had the quick movements of a bird, every one of them empha- sized by numerous dangling brace lets. The most remarkable thing about her was this perpetual mo- tion.l If her hands were not f1ut- tering, her earrings were swayine back and forth, like the pendulum of a cuckoo clock, or her china blue eyes darting aimlessly, or he, foot tapping, or her shoulders moving upward in a shrug.
 Sure I have possibilities, saic the Duke. but I want to know what's wrong with this coat, paid enough for it, but it don't seem to have tone"
 Tt fits too we'll" said Tuckit critically. Nov my third hus- band. his mother was Ruther- for you know"
 "Never mind the Rutherfords, broke in the Duke. T want tc know what's wrong with me"
 Tuckie jumped up. "ComeY She took the Dukes hand anc started to lead him toward the bathroom, her shining satin gowr trailing regally.
 Say" he objected backing away, T don't like this"
 I'm just going to steam you, explained Tuckie, ito remove that new look. Don't be a silly. Turr on the hot water, Bill. We'll shut
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Tuckie tluttered among people, gurgling whenever she saw a familiar face.
 "Bargie, darling! This is too marvellous" she twittered up to an oldish, bald-headed person.
 But Tuckies sentence was never to be finished. With the rest of the crowd she had turned toward the door to see who had the power to face Pasquale to let down the bars.
 A dark-haired girl walked slowly in. She had splendid brown eyes, short, curly brown hair and red mouth that quirked up humorously. Her white dress was close-fitting and in her hair was a pink rose.
 "Who is she?" The couple with whome the Duke had been sitting was curious. Pretty, but shy"
 The Duke smiled. That's her front. Nothing shy about her when she's working. She's the best society editor in New York. Has the low-down on everybody here. How's that for a build-up, Miss Franklin?"
 "You always say the right thing, MT. Martin"
 He bowed her to a table, overtly polite to this woman of position and positive power, knowing the Gazette was right there in his club. Another bottle of cham pagne," he called to waiter.
 The girl had quiet manner. But when you came to know her you were surprised to learn how determined she could be. Born in Virginia, she had come to New York as a child, gone to fash ionable school and travelled abroad. This came to an abrupt end when her father died. Her style caught the attention of an editor. He gave her a job on the Gazette. Three years later she was society editor. Now. with an unlimited acquaint- ance and gift for ferreting out dif- ficult news, she was person to be considered and also to be feared.
 Mary, dearest!" Tuckie rushed up. You're the only one in New York for whom Pasquale would let down the velvet rope. I worked weeks over this list. I'm a wreckn Tuckie sank in a chair. Everybody in the world who mat ters is here!"
 Including Janice French?"
 "Why she must be-"
 Mary looked at the Duke. Have you seen Janice tonight?" His mouth stretched leftward. "No, but that doesn't mean she isn't around. That girls making the Dove her headquarters.
 Mary's eyes passed beyond Martin. Bill Condon, now in the
The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-05-11
CAST OF CHARACTERS MARY FRANKLIN-SOciety editor. DUKE NIARTIN-Suave night club manager JANICE FRENCH-Society deb. JIM SHIRLEY-PlaybOy.
CHAPTER l

Duke Martins apartment, like himself, possessed the insidious charm of easy spending, of good living Yet few knew how we'll the Duke lived Only hand full of the people who swarmed into the Dove the night club he owned with Nick Hart E. 53d street, had ever been to Martins hideaway on the 45th floor of New York skyscraper. Those who got in en- oyed the fragrance of exotic flowers, thick carpets, low lights, heavy silk hangings, satin-covered couches and buffet which displayed the best brands
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John W.Wise .. "Got real rich taste! Judge it's mighty old by the sss,v,y way 1t goes Chas. F. Smith, Must cost 2 lot. What's the name0litfit'sgoi grand tassci"
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. Thousands of men have discovered how to save money on whiskey! Instead of laying out more to get smoother, richer taste '. they're buying famous Old Quaker-now 8 years old-and oetting ertra Jireness at no ertrG cost
 Look what happened recently! We went to 1000 men we had never seen before. We gave them drink of delicious Old Quaker. Asked them to smell it-taste it -thsn drink it. Then asked for their honest opinions. Not one of these men
Evening star., 1939-10-22

ruling group feared high spirit and an
ndomitable streak. Hence the presence of
Charles Chanaud in Great Britain.
His daughter, Stella, interested herself
mainly in women's welfare She was once in
danger of overvaluing the intellect and the
earnest spirit - the inner and invisible quail
tiles. Once, knowing herself to be well-fitted
for certain prospective job, she rushed to
get 1t wearing odd shoes. She didn't get
the Job. She never again made the mistake of
neglecting her appearance
Attractive, energetic, diplomatic, accom-
plished, she was thirty when she was proposed
as the woman member of the group Lord
Reading was taking out to India to solve the
problem of adjusting imperial Britain's rela-
tions with reawakened India. This was in
1925.
Lord Reading was born Rufus Isaacs. He
was the highest type of Jewish aristorat,
breeding and strength of character in every
line Of face as fne-carved as a piece of old
ivory. Many years before he had had his
first glimpse of India from cargo boat on the
Hooghly River He was cabin boy: he had
run away to sea. Back home again, he went on
the stock exchange. soon gave that up for law
and politics, rose to the highest law posts
under the Crown. became Lord Chief Justice
OF England, and then Viceroy of India
Loyalty to the country of his adoption
made him regard patriotism as the highest
virtue.
Stella Charnaud found him hard task
master. He gave intelligence and loyalty to
the State. expected both from those around
him. His first wife and Stella Charnaud
became great friends. He recognized the
talents of the woman member of his encourage
and gave her more and more to do. She became
his confidential secretary, then his chief of
staff She drafted his speeches, worked up the
points,
Working with this man, lawyer, satrap and
statesman, on big jobs involving the lives and
destinies of hundreds of millions and the
future of an empire, she learned much Their
lives and interests drew closer She came to
care for him greatly
Readings wife died - they had been
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