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The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-12-09

Auxiliary Of Puvallup Valley
post, Veterans Of Foreign Wars.
will sponsor = card party at the
American Lake hospital Tuesday
evening. Cars leave Martins con-
fectionarV at I o'clock.
Evening star., 1940-12-08

Raccoons are easily tanned and
make intelligent, monkeyllke pets. but
they are lnordinately mischievous and
destructive and not entirely predict
able (Which last goes for almost any
wild animaD. They eat practically
anything edible. taking sugar, candy,
honey, meat. fish, oysters. CLANS. birds
and - ask any irate farmer - eggs or
raw corn on the cob. Pet coons will
rummage your pockets for tidblts
Cornwall fellows, they are not averse
to a nip of Scotch, rye, bourbon or
what have you! The coon insists on
washing his meat, reducing it with his
paws to pale mess before he is con-
tent to eat it.
Restless. inquisitive, with an abound
ing curiosity, bright piece of tin
glinting in the sunshine will lure him
to a steel trap and destruction. He is
not, as is generally supposed. exclu-
sively night wanderer except where
he is severely hunted and prosecuted.
Caught in a trap by one foot he will
often gnaw the foot off to escape
capture.
He is an able fisherman, crouchlng
along the shadows. waiting for some
unwary fish to come within reach of
his swift-striking paw.
The dog is his hereditary foe. Cor
nered. the coon tlops over on his back
and scores the belly of his opponent
with his razor-sharp claws. If attacked
in the water he will drown the strong
est hound by pushing its head under
the surface and holding it there.
- ELMER RANSOM
Evening star., 1940-12-08
THANK YOU, WOLF!

at her father until he had finished his
heartless task. Spencer took his time
about it, hammering each nail into the
cratewith refulprecision. just to show
her that he wasn't going to be bullied
into either haste or confusion. At last
he was finished and he turned to look
at Isabelle. Her eyes did not waver,
nor her expression change. 1t was
Cummings stubbornness, and neither
was giving so much as the flick of an
eyelash.
At this moment, westward a mile,
the trailer swaying behind the auto
mobile of Mr.. Cheyenne Mccain was
meeting an oil truck with quite unex-
pected results. MIR. Mccain, replete
with lunch, had been bowling along
through town happily singing 'I'm
Hoor Lonesome Cowboy when a
small girl darted into the street. To
avoid her, Mr.. McCann had swerved
and the trailer now met the truck.
The stoutly built trailer was wrecked,
but miraculously its sole passenger
was unhurt. and before MIR. McCann
could gather his wits that passenger
had escaped his prison and was gone
from sight, running in the direction
of the Cummings house.
In THE Cummings yard Isabelle had
lost to her father; for Pepper, bored
with her inactivity, had thrown him
self into her lap with a violence that
had automatically drawn her gaze to
him. She was scolding him, and
Spencer, having set ladder against
the side of the garage, was starting up
to trim the vines along its roof when
the escaped occupant of Mr..
Evening star., 1940-12-08

the woods that we intended him no
harm.
We backed the bateau and padded
ahead of him again The shallowness
of the water made it impossible for
us to get to the bank. My companion
cast his plug well beyond the coon.
causing the line to drop on his back.
The coon squatted like dog and
slapped the line away. giving grunt
of protest. "Woof" Then he turned
from his hunting and unhurriedly
ambled into the swamp.
Evening star., 1940-12-08
Continued from poss fourteen

MCCann's trailer crept into sight on
the other side of the picket fence sep
arating the yard from the alley.
Halfway up the ladder, Spencer
paused. to look. Pepper sidled out of
Isabelle's lap and with ears pricked
shifted violently. Puzzled by this
behavior, Isabelle watched the fugi-
tive stink along the fence and turn
in.at the opened gate. She thought
she saw an extremely large gray dog
Pepper didn't know what it was. but
his nose told him the thing was no
dog. Spencer. after an instant of
aghast unbelief. recognized what it
was. Wondering how. in the name of
all that was holy. timber wolf had
gotten into his yard, and terrified for
Isabelle's safety. Spencer began to
ease down the ladder.
Don't speak, Isabelle" he called
softly. but get on your feet slowly.
And walk up the steps slowly into
the house. Walk slowly, honey, but
hurry all you can!'
The urgency of his voice was like
a spell cast over her and, like an
automaton, she obeyed him. As she
reached the top step and opened the
door to the porch Pepper growled and.
scuttling to the wolf, nipped him.
One nip was enough, and Pepper made
for hole he had dug under the house.
Just in time he reached his hole,
which was too small for the wolf who,
thoroughly confused now and fran
tic, turned to rush at Spencer.
Spencer clambered up the ladder to
the garage roof, pulling in his feet as
jaws snapped shut on the air below
his heels. Snarling. the wolf tried to
jump to him. while Spencer shouted
for somebody to telephone the police.
Good Lord A'mightyr' Mamie
screamed and ran to the telephone in
the hall. Rosalie Cummings was al
ready there. and Mamie ran back to
the kitchen where Isabelle was hang
ing out of window, imploring her
father to be calm and hang on.
Nobody had noticed Ivan who, doz-
ing under the table, had been awak-
ened by the VOLTS first snarl. Tense
and bewildered, he stood with ears
and nostrils twitching as they sought
to identity the strange sounds and
odors in the air. Within him ancestral
memory stirred; it told him that
danger was outside; danger and the
challenge of an ancient enemy. A
growl rumbled in his throat, his ruff
lifted. In what little space there was,
he ran forward, launched himself in a
long, curving leap and sailed out
through the window next to Isabelle.
AS lightly as thistledown he landed
on the grass. and Spencer almost fell
off the roof. He couldn't believe what
he saw. Neither could Isabelle, nor
Mamie. nor Rosalie, who had joined
them. Only Pepper, peering from his
Evening star., 1940-12-08

blessed hole, was not surprised at the
change in the languid aristocrat, who
was now a bristling white fury. eyes
two wicked brown lights and teeth
barred, as slowly he began to move in
a wide arc toward the wolf.
The wolf caught whiff of him and
charged. But Ivan was not there. A
blur of speed. he had circled behind the
beast and, slanting in along his flank,
slashed at his neck.
So the battle began. Ivan demon
strated magnificently why he was
built as he was. Every long. lean inch
of him contributed to his fighting
efficiency; the deep chest giving room
for lung play, the roach back enabling
him to turn with breathless fluency,
the low-carried tail serving as rudder
to steady the incredible swiftness of
his maneuvers. And in his narrow
skull the wisdom of his ancestors di-
rected his tactics - those ancestors
trained in the imperial kennels of
Tsarist Russia, where truly great
hound learned to bring down his wolf
and hold him alone.
This feat was more than the un-
schooled Ivan could accomplish. But
the jaws that Spencer had called
plush garden shears we're rapiers har-
rying the wolf. whose ferocity seemed
clumsy bludgeon. striking back at
that sinuous strength. Strength that
crouched. and sprang. and parried;
that streaked past to double back and
cut, then be gone in flash of grace.
Not that Ivan inflicted all the wounds.
The wolf often caught him for a pain
full instant, and Ivan's coat was soon
we'll spattered with his own blood.
The wolf had relinquished attack
and was striving only to escape by the
time the police arrived. The neigh
bors, who had been watching from a
safe distance. flocked in after them,
and pandemonium reigned while the
police caught the exhilarated Ivan in
one net and the exhausted wolf in
another
Trying to regain a badly shaken
dignity, Spencer got down from the
roof. Pepper emerged from his hole,
and Isabelle, her mother, and Mamie
came out of the house while the police
carried the wolf to the patrol wagon.
They we're locking him in when,
painting and scarlet in the face, Mr..
Cheyenne Mccain arrived on the
scene and demanded his property.
Nobody knew what he was talking
about until he explained that he was
delivering the wolf to the ZOO at the
state capitol. Furnishing wolves and
sundry other animals to ZOOS was his
business, along with sporadic work as
a COW hand, and he wished his prop
erty handed back at once And if any,
body had hurt the critter unnecessarily
he, Cheyenne Tom Mccain, would -
At this point Spencer interrupted,
Evening star., 1940-12-08
Restless. inquisitive,
full of mischief. he
makes a lovable pet

RlARPArCH LAKE lies deep in the
primitive and mysterious coun-
- try of the Savannah River,
which marks the boundary between
Georgia and South Carolina. The
cypress sentinels along its shore drip
tendrils of Spanish moss, and the
gnarled roots or knees" of these trees
protrude above the low ground like the
rheumatic knuckles of some prehis-
toric giant
We we're fishing Briarpatch for
black bass, using short rods and
artificial plugs. The sun was almost
gone when a grayish animal the size
of cocker spaniel moved along the
shrouded shore with an awkward.
bearlike gait.
There" whispered. "is your true
American" And he is. because the
raccoon (coon) is unknown outside of
the New World.
Using his handlike paws, the coon
rolled partly-rotted log over. search
ing for snails or grubs. then continued
his hunting down the shore We pad
died the bateau to a small promontory
to intercept him and waited quietly
until the animal was so close that |
might have touched him. But you
may be sure that | tried no such
foolishness.
He was startled when he saw me.
Evening star., 1940-12-08

expressing violent desire to inflict
on Mr.. Mccain twice what the critter
had suffered. Rosalie interrupted with
the suggestion that Spencer come on
into the house and leave Mr.. Mccain
to the police.
ON THE back porch they found Isa-
belle lowering over Ivan, while Mamie
bathed his wounds and Pepper. again
in command of the world, strutted as
if he, not Ivan, we're the hero of the
day. But Ivan, except for his steady
painting, was as calm as if he had
never been near wolf. The light of
battle gone from his eyes. he was once
more the bored aristocrat. ignoring
the adulation surrounding him and
submitting to Mamie's ministrations
without SO much as whimper.
Spencer reached out and touched
the silky white head. 1t was the first
caress he had ever given Ivan. Ivan
accepted it as he had always accepted
Spencer - he ignored it.
Spencer old animosity fared. This
was spot for man to be in! Ivan
didn't like him. He didn't like Ivan,
even though Ivan had earned his re-
Spect and admiration. That was it:
Ivan had earned everybody's respect;
and what would everybody say if
Spencer sent him away?
These same thoughts were racing
in lsabelle's head. Grooming to the
indifferent Ivan, she cast sldelong
glances at her father and waited for
him to speak
"Well," he said. scowling down at a
fleck of blood on his thumb, Il better
go in and write Mike to forget about
the hundred dollars he owes me be-
cause" - 1t was hard to say but he
managed to get it out Ivan Can
have home here as long as he lives"
Before Isabelle could assimilate this
glorious news her father was gasping
to her mother: Mikes profit He was
to get one hundred and fifty dollars
for Ivan and keep the fifty. Now I've
got to send Mike a cheque for the
fiftyr'
The expression on his face made
Isabelle feel old enough to be his moth
er. Her father looked like poor little
boy who'd lost not only his penny
bank but also his nickel reward for a
dose of medicine he had yet to take.
Look. Father" she said. brightly
comforting. as she remembered the
two matted milks she had charged at
the drugstore. 81 forgot to tell you -
owe you thirty cents"
She simply couldn't understand
why her fathers answer was only
strangled groan as he staggered off
into the house
Evening star., 1940-12-08
THIS WEEK MAGAZINE
HERE IS a TRUE AMERICAN

said: We'll. old fellow. what do you
think of us?" Instead of shuffling
rapidly away, as expected. he stood
for a moment perfectly still, apprais-
ing us. His white mustaches quivered.
Then he wandered along, bent again
on his hunting. and | wondered if
some sixth sense told this old man of
Evening star., 1940-12-08
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The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-10-08

toilet set with a monogram that was not hers.
 For an instant Sidney thought she might faint Whenever after wards she caught the fragrance that had permeated that room, he was to see her face as it looked then, lips sllriveled under their coral lacquering, noStrils pinched, eyes tragic. He knew then that however often she had refused to marry Adam Langdon, she loved him with all her heart.
 "What about those cocktails, Togi?" he said.
 When the soft steps of the valet had died out of hearing, Sidney turned to Marta. You've played difficult parts before, Marta. Are you equal to this one until we get out of here?" he asked.
 T can't think clearly. It is all so out of character for Adam" !" Marta murmured. "Give me a moment and - I'll be equal to any part"
 Togi stood by their side. Hands shaking, he served them.
 Careful, Togi" Marta was smiling. gro whom has MT. Lang don given my old room?"
 "Scuse, please" the Japanese stammered unhappily. MT. Lang don's wife sleep in there now. Miss Hempdeld."
 fTO Be Continued)
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umnlStS preaching FaSciSr11, Na2iSm, Communism in foreign accents. I am afraid in a different way, and with a longer time lag. There is one pos- sible condition, as I see 1t, which can reduce this country to inpot- ence, and that is distrust of their government by the young people of America. Another decade of jobless- ness and hopelessness will bring them to this state. If we cannot give them work and faith by 1850, per- haps we'd better go down the drain- pipe.
 The United States, unlike any other greater power except Russia, is an integrated continental empire, possessing all the raw materials 1t needs to support its people within its own boundaries, or within easy access in other parts of North Amer ica. Unlike Russian resources, ours have been fully developed. Our irl- dustrial plant is now producing roughly half the output of the whole world. With 6 per cent of the worlds people, we produce 50 per cent of its wealth. Germany, Italy, France, Bri- tain, Russia, Japan rolled into one do not approach our industrial poe tential- whether it be measured in horsepower, coal, oil, iron ore, met als, transportation equipment. or output per man hour. We have what it takes to overwhelm them all.
 In addition to it's wealth, this
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ceived a cable, too. Hugh had met the Baron Graham only to learn that Adam had not even booked passage on the ship.
 Sidney and Hugh had discussed all sorts of reasons for Langdon's non-appearance. They had even mentioned Kidnapping and murder. Then LangdonS valet had tele- phoned them that his employer had returned and wanted them for a weekend to see his new specimens. Better not increase Marta's anxiety, Braitwood de- cided.
 DO you imagine Adam is angry because of Boris Lesencoff again, Marta?' he asked. Boris is at the Wilkensons' this week. If Ae knows you are at Langdon Knoll, he will be over - unless we head him of"
 "As a man, Boris has never meant anything to me-. Adam should know that by this time," Marta replied. But, of course, as director Iesencoff is price less"
 "If the storm holds of we'll have Adams own explanation in less than 20 minutes" Sidney commented cheerfully. When he invited you up for the week. end, why didn't you ask what was wrong?"
 "If you mean why didn't I ask when he telephoned the invita- tion-Togi did the telephoning for him."
 Are you sure he didn't call himself while you were out? Maids have forgotten messages before this" Sidney puzzled.
 Marta swallowed nervously. Not Statia, under the circum- stances" she said. "T'd never have accepted the invitation, if
 | . a.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-10-08
DIDN'T LAST LONG

Jesse Owens earned about $5O,000 his first season as professional runner and lost most of 1t sponsor ing a musical show the following year.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-10-08
ITALIAN LEAGUE
 VOTES SUPPORT
American People Lack Confidence In New Deal,
 Says Johnson

The Italian Republican League pledged its support to Frank T. Johnson, Republican candidate for congress, at a program held in his honor at Republican headquarters on Center street last night. Attor- ney Frederick W. Pal0mba presided.
 One of the speakers was Anthony Petrilio, unsuccessful candidate for the senatorial nomination in the 18th district at Saturdays conven- tion. MT. Johnson, in his speech, de- clared that the people felt no con- fidence that the present administra- ton would keep them out of war.
 MT. Johnson said In part:
 Let us ask ourselves one ques- ton and search our minds hon. estly for the answer. Can we have any confidence that our present national administration will keep us at peace?
 Tt seems to me that we will arrive at a negative answer. We can have no such confidence. The country recently has had brought home to it that our national de- lenses are deplorably weak. While this administration was piling lp national debt greater than ever before in the history of our coun- try, it has failed to take the steps necessary for us to protect our- selves and yet, through careless talk and loose tongue jibes it has incurred the eflmity of foreign powers far better prepared than ourselves. Spokesmen for this ad- miristration have placed America in the position of man with both arms in sling and carrying a chip on his shoulder.
 we must place an administra- tion in Washington which will keep America out of war. We must place in power an administration in which we can have confidence that no irresponsible talk will establish hatred among ourselves or hatred against us on the part of foreign powers and it is sad fact that these careless express sions indiscriminately broadcast have carried implications against millions of clean, decent citizens who are real Americans"
The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-10-08
Here's the Story
 of NelU York Jungle

ADAM LANGDON, big game Ahunter. invites Marta Hemp field, actress; Sidney Braitwood, lawyer; Hugh Langdon, his cousin, and Nella Langdon, his niece, to his country home, just outside New York City, for a weekend. Although Marta has been in love with Adam for years, he surprises all by introducing his bride, Pat, almost 20 years his junior.
 He explains that he was ill dur ing his last African hunt, and that Pat nursed him to recovery. Craig Gundrum, Pats former fiance. is also included in the part.
 After dinner, while the guests are having coffee in Adams tro- phy room, Nella hears fOotstep. They are locked in. The lights go out. Hugh shoots the lock, but the storm drowns out the sound of his shot. The men rush up- stairs, pursuing the intruder, find no one.
 There is scream. They return to the Jungle, to find Adam dead, and Marta unconscious at his feet
 A DD to that, the mystery of the disappearing dog, the shadow on the window, excursions up ard down a secret passage that leads from Adams room to the Jungle, 8 chauffeur who has difficulty making his stories plausible, a determined police inspector, an attempted suicide, and you have some of the elements of this ex- citing story.
 Moving swiftly through aHnaz- ing sequences to a dramatic cli- max, "New York Jungle" is Q chilIer, ,dilIer, a sure-fire hit.
 Start this amazing story on this page today and you will not want to miss a single chapter until its dramatic climax.
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waited a long time for admittance He had time to observe that the garden had been neglected and that dead leaves covered the ve- rarda. Finally they heard the batter of soft feet and Togi, the Japanese valet, admitted them. The man appeared nervous.
 "You have bad trip in storm?" he smirked. Come upstairs to rooms, please. Change clothes or catch cold. I bling cocktails"
 "Tell MT. Langdon we are here, Togi," Marta directed. well find our own way to our rooms"
 The valet's m became strained. MT. Langdon not yet return from drive, Miss Hemp field. Storm delay, I think. I bling cocktails"
 A new anxiety leaped into Marta's eyes and she turned toward the room she had laways occupied on former visits, large suite over the drawing room,
 "Scuse, please, Miss Hempfield, !" Togi stammered. MT. Langdon say he like you have nice, large room on third floor. I show"
 eImperiously Marta turned. q prefer this room," she said. '"Tell MT. Langdon we are here, as soon as he comes in"
 ''Yes, Miss Hempfield, I tell.a Togi's sits of eyes turned appeal ingly to Sidney.
 Before the lawyer could make suggestion, Marta had flung open the door of her old room. It was beautiful room. It had been fur nished especially to f1atter her tall beauty, but now a pair of small mules that could never have fitted her lay on one of the chairs. On the dressing table was a gold backed
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dCtlOll 1IIONCu Il1lll uCCpAys
 Marta Hempfield and Adam Langdon had been his friends for years. He believed the bond unit ir.g them to be the rare one of real love. But now rift had come between Marta and Adam. How deep, or what the cause, the lawyer could only guess.
 Marta was a poem in her way.
 Tall, brunei, with warm hazel eyes and viyi6 coloring, she pos- sessed woman's greatest gift, ineffable grace of movement
 Broadway had acclaimed her for five grateful years. Inevitably, she knew her worth, yet there she was on her way to Langdon's s for the weekend, although un- doubtedly Adam had offended her. Braitwood could not under stand it.
 "Something has gone wrong with Aoam, Sidney" Marta said, out Of troubled silence. i've a premonition about it."
 She hesitated and added, "Al- ways, when he's returning from an African hunt, he cables me as soon as he gets into civilization, and from then on I fear every day until his ship docks in New York. This time I had & solitary cable from Capetown saying he intended sailing on the Baron Graham. When the Baron arrived, I was playing matinee, but Adam would know why I hadn't met him." Her hands locked and the blood-red gIeam of Langdon's ruby sllone through the thin tex ture of her glove.
 Should he tell her that Adam had not sailed on the Baron Gra- ham? Sidney weighed it, pro and con.
 Adams tall, blond engineer cousin, Hugh Langdon, had re-