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The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26

They have the better pitching, day
in and day out, to call upon.
Tennis Crop Blighted
Amateur tennis had little left when
DON Bulge retired. With Wimble-
don and the Davis Cup eliminated,
tennis had to take one ON the point
Of the chin.
The game is still looking for some
personality-such as Mclaughlin,
Bill Johnston, Bill Tilden, Ellsworth
Vines or Bulge. There is no such
party around at this writing. So far
the crop is colorless.
In baseball, the slump Of DiMag-
gio, Dickey and others has been
Offset by such pitching stars az
Bob Teller and Buck Newsom.
There is only a slight chance that
any home-run hitter will reach the
50 mark. Teller has the best chance
to pick up 30 victories and he may
reach this highly desirable spot.
Bob Teller might easily be base
balls standout for the present year
"a star pitcher hooked up with a
leading ball club.
But when you sum up the list the
one outstander-the lone eagle In the
sporting eyrie-is still Joe Louis.
He is champion of the champs.
And this goes for all the sporting
fields we know today, horse or man,
or man or horse. Not only as q
fighter but in the way he has con-
Quoted himself, Louis is practically
all alone.
Only big upheaval through the
remainder of 1910 can change this
rating or ranking.
Buck NesUs0m Rides Again
No one can say that Louis Norman
("Buck'') Newsom hasn't seen his
share of baseball scenery. In the
last II years Buck has played with
at least IL different teams in six or
seven leagues, and here he is today
burning up the American with
varied assortment of wares.
Buck was born in Huntsville, S.
c.. 80 years ago. He had to wander
a long time to reach his peak.
His first and tallest upward lunge
took place two years ago when he
won 20 ball games for the Browns.
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26
AROUND
| THE HOUSE

A layer or two of plotting paper
put over grease spots on the wall
and q warm iron laid on top Of
them, will often take away the
marks.
1t is poor economy to save ice
by wrapping it in heavy paper OF
cloth. Such covering insulates the
ice from the rest of the refrigera-
tor.
Quick bread batters should not
be beaten. The flour should be
stirred with the liquid only enough
to dampen the flour so no dry flour
is visible around the edges of the
bowl. It is not necessary to beat
a batter until every lump disap.
pears. Thicker batters require g
little more stirring than thinner
ones, but no beating.
A little milk added to the blue
water used for lace curtains will
launder them beautifully.
Shades Of pink can be set by
soaking in salt water.
If you have over-salted the soup,
peel potato and put several slices
into the soup. Boil it for a few
minutes and the potato will alb
sorb the salt.
Broiled tomato slices not only
decorate but also improve the fla
vor of steak or chops.
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26

4dAAAA4A6 0W0y W@"AA
the American league pennant. But
not this season.
Back in April Bimelech was
picked as another wonder horse. He
still tops the three-year-olds, but he
isn't any wonder horse. Two de-
feats, including the Kentucky Derby,
have cut into his laurel collection.
With Challedon under repairs,
with Kayak sick, there have been
no top handicap horses. One wins,
and then another. Again no stand
outs.
Some three-year-old, maybe Bin-
elech, will have to hurry to save
the crop.
The golfers have been in the same
fix. Byron Nelson failed in his 1910
defense Of the title as Lawson Little
moved in. With the confidence de-
veloped from this victory Little may
set another smoking pace, such as
he put through in the amateur divi-
sion. But he is in much tougher
league now. Anyway, the ex-ama-
teur star has a great chance to be-
come one of the outstanding figures
of golf.
He has a tough title to defend
when you must beat off LOO chal-
lengers in place of one or two.
This, in a way, is all the better
for building up public interest.
Yar,ks Nosu on Short End
Take up the difference shown in
the American league race. A year
ago we had only the Yankees-prac-
tically losing the rest Of the league.
Now we have four ball clubs with a
chance, and the Yankees have only
an outside chance. Rated to 3 when
the season opened, they are far
from being favorites with the race
about half rum. This has trebled in
terest in Cleveland, Detroit and BOs-
tom, as well as other cities.
A race, to the mob, is always more
interesting than runaway.
Bill McKechnie's Reds represent
the most consistent combination in
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26
Random Notes of the Convention

q More women delegates cast their
votes IN the various state de1ega-
tons than ever before in the history
OF conventions. One state delega-
tion-Utah-had more women than
men, the ladies outnumbering the
gentlemen nine to seven. In the
Florida delegation the representa-
ton OF the sexes was equal. The
New Jersey delegation had Rep.
Mary Norton as its chairman.
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26

q One-eyed Connolly, perennial
gate-crasher, failed to crash but at
tended the convention wearing the
badge of an assistant sergeant Of
arms. He assisted Andy Frain, in
charge Of ushers.
q Hollywood was represented by
screen star Melvin Douglas and his
wife, Helen Gahagan. He was a
California delegate, she his alter
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26

will be tossed IN
against Joe Louis,
you get a general
idea of the heavy
weight m after.
Which means that
Joe Louis is still the
main standout, al
most the only stand
out in sport today.
This goes for all
sports.
A year ago the
Yankees were again
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26
FDR-Wa Wallace
Ticket Choice
OF Democrats
Third Term Tradition Is
Broken by Delegates
At Convention.
By GEORGE A. BARCLAY

Icy 04AOAVANAA 1As A@AAA~~AS1As@
a TRADITION of 152 years
4 y standing was shattered
when President Franklin De-
lano Roosevelt was nominated
for third term by the Demo-
cratic convention in Chicago.
It was the first time in his
tory that such an event has
occurred.
From start to finish at the
convention it was evident he would
be nominated. Even when speak
ers proposed the names of other
candidates, it was apparent that
when the vote was finally taken,
President Roosevelt would be draft
ed. A surprise to many convention
attendants was the fact that when
the nominations started, Alabama
did not yield to New York, but gave
its junior senator, Lister Hill, the
honor of nominating the President.
Greatest speculation conferred
around the nomination of a vice
president. It became known on the
final day that President Roosevelt's
choice was Henry A. Wallace, secre-
tary of agriculture. AS in the case
of the denomination of the Presi-
dent, the delegates knew for whom
they were to vote before entering
the hall. But it was only after a
neck-and-neck race with Speaker
William B. Bankhead and noisy
demonstration by groups of dele
gates and spectators who shouted
objections when Paul V. McNutt,
federal security administrator,
asked withdrawal of his own name,
that Mr.. Wallace was nominated.
His selection is expected to appeal
to agriculture and to act as an off
set to the same appeal of Sen.
Charles McNary, Republican vice.
presidential nominee.
Acceptance Speech.
In accepting the nomination for a
third term, Mr.. Roosevelt showed
himself once more a tradition
smasher.
In radio address broadcast from
the White House to the delegates he
said that he accepted the nonina-
ton only after deep conflict between
his personal desire to retire and the
urgings of his conscience. But now,
he said, the European war had Gre
ated a public danger in the United
States.
"In the face of that danger" he
told the delegates, "an those who
can be of service to the republic
have no other choice but to offer
themselves for service in those ca
pacities for which they are best
fitted"
It was an apparently united party
that made the ballot unanimous for
Roosevelt after the vote of the state
delegations had given the President
946 1890 of the l,100 votes in the
convention and the other candidates
a combined total of 149 2/30. These
candidates included Postmaster
General Farley, Vice President Gar
ner and Senator Willard Tydings.
Secretary of State Hull, although not
candidate, had received 52s votes.
One after another the names were
withdrawn and finally Mr.. Farley,
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26
Yanks No,v on Short End


baseball for 1899
and 1910. They
were leading the
league a year ago,
and they are still
the team to beat
for 1910.
They have more
opposition this sea-
son than they faced
last summer. But
they are still the
most consistent
ball club at the
h a1f. mile INST
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-07-26
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l5oi1!li3iQ

A SA rule we can usually check on
= this date just where the leaders
belong and who should dominate the
remainder of the campaign. It
doesn't happen to work in that di.
rection this passing year of 1910.
When we have Max Baer and Tony
Galento fighting to see which entry
Evening star., 1940-01-08

I thought of God and how He was
there in the woods, and how He
looked after everything and felt
warm all inside Of me and peaceful,
too.
Evening star., 1940-01-08
THE SECOND DAY.

Henry Condor is strong boy He
is II. I think, and he likes to help
a fellow When we were climbing
up to the top of the mountain. I
got tired. and he took me on his
back and toted me for long way.
remembered that. before I went
to sleep, and Christmas! I wished
I'd never left Henry up in those
clouds. Henry would have found his
way down, because he's the son
of guide and knows everything
about the woods. He knows what
berries to eat and what kind OF
mushrooms are good and what kind
are poisonous I guess I must have
dreamed about Henry that first
night, because when opened my
eyes and saw that old stump down
by tie stream, there he was, too.
I could see his head. but his neck
and shoulders were hidden by the
stump. Boy. was I glad!
You may think this was a dream,
but it wasn't My eyes were wide
open, and l saw everything. I know
it wasn't a dream, even though 1t
sounds crazy now. I sat up straight
and yelled, Henry! Henry! Here
I am! Come and get mel"
Why didn't Henry answer me?
I wondered about that, He was so
still there behind that stump and
he had such a queer look in his eyes.
He was scared. and that made me
frightened, too, because Henry
wasn't afraid of anything. He WASH t
afraid of noises in the woods, and
he just laughed at bears and things.
I tried to get up to 60 to him.
and ] did get onto my knees. but
something had happened to my legs.
They weren't legs at all. They were
boards and my knees had iron hinges
in them So I just stayed there,
leaning on my hands. and looking at
Henry. Watching Henry was enough
to scare the daylights out of
fellow. His eyes seemed to be pop
ping out OF his head. They never
winked. They just stared down.
stream.
Evening star., 1940-01-08

ana gobbled them Is fast % I could.
I guess I ate . few leaves, too, but
that didn't matter. Pretty soon,
noticed darkness setting In. It gets
dark fast in those woods.
I have always been used to going
to bed early. My Mommy and Dad
think that children need lots of
sleep. Maybe that was a good thing
for me, because when bedtime ar
rived, I always stopped and hunted
for some place to sleep.
Took on Dungarees.
Just before I found the berry,
patch. I came across an old stump
with a lot Of green moss around its
roots. That seemed like a good
place to sleep so I went back to it..
My dungarees chafed me so badly
and were so wet and cold, 1 took
them OIL and showed them under a
small log that was leaning on =
rock.
Maybe you think a fellow can't
curl up in ball when he's cold!
Well, had my knees right up un-
der my chin. I got my knees under
my REFER that way and that helped
keep the mosquitoes Oh. Boy, was
I dumb. I never thought of piling
moss over my legs or pulling down
some branches. Maybe I could
have made a lean-to If had known
how, but I didn't, and anyway,
I was awfully tired and my hands
were sore from catching hold Of
rocks and rough branches all day.
It's easy to think up things to do
now. but it was different in the
woods. Maybe you think I didn't
miss a good bed. That moss wasn't
Evening star., 1940-01-08

After my rest on the rock, felt
much better. I bathed my feet in
the stream and, while doing so,
did I see some trout! If the fisher
men in the camp knew about those
trout they'd wear their shoes out
getting to them-great, green fell
lows with pink portfolios, sliding
through the water like eels-just
flip Of a tail and they went q
yard. Those trout looked good to
me. I hadn't eaten anything since
the morning before and I was
hungry. lay over the rock on
my stomach and watched them.
Maybe could catch one with my
hands. Nothing doing! They slid
beyond reach each time, but they
weren't frightened at all. They
just hung around watching me. I
guess that shows that they hadn't
been fished much.
Anyway. what could I do with 4
raw trout? couldn't cook it because
I didn't have any matches. My
Dad is strict about that. He never
permits us boys to fool around with
matches at home or in the woods
Even if had matches, a whole box
Of them, and they were all dry,
would have been pretty slow about
lighting big fire where I was. A
hurricane must have gone through
that region, for there was down
timber everywhere-whole patches
of "blow-downs," as the guides call
them. with the tops all heaped
together like the makings of a
BONFIRE I knew very well what
would happen if those tops got going
the whole place would be a roaring
furnace. A fellow wouldn't have
any chance at all. So didn't worry
much when I couldn't catch a trout
because I don't like fish anyway, and
couldn't eat it raw.
Misses Twin Brother.
Night was coming and l was pretty
tired. I wasn't so much afraid now
but I wondered why 1 hadn't run
into somebody or come across some
trail. Tomorrow it would be different.
and I'd be back with Dad. Maybe
could just telephone to Dad to
pick me up on the way to Caribou,
and we wouldn't lose much time
after all. That started me to think
ing about home and Ryan. missed
Ryan lot. He's my twin .and he'd
know what to do, because he's level
headed and smart.
Maybe he was out playing with
the other boys, right at that moment.
While I was thinking over such
things, found gold mine-no. not
exactly a gold mine. but a straw
berry patch-big berries, too. and as
sweet as honey. Did they taste good !!
I got down on all fours, like a bear,
Evening star., 1940-01-08

Saw Four White Figures.
I had to do something. Henry"
I screamed. Here I am! Don't
you see me? Come and get me!
I can't walk. can't get up!"
Then when Henry didn't even
look at me. I turned half around
and saw why. Christmas! No won
der Henry was scared. Over there
near the stream, in a clear place,
were four white f1gures-they were
men, and big men. too. Each had on
a long white robe that went right
down to the ground, and they all
had white hoods over their heads,
with the peaks pulled out in front
50 I couldn't see their eyes. They
had eyes, thought know that, be-
cause something seemed to blaze
under the hoods. like the eyes of
cats at night when headlight
picks them up on the road.
Each one of the men had long
arm stuck out toward Henry. The
arms we're partly covered by white
sleeves, but they were partly bare,
too, and skinny. I knew then
what was happening. Those men
weren't going to let Henry help me.
They were hypnotizing him, just
like fellow read about once in
q book.
mo amount of questioning could
shake Dom on this point. He re-
peatedly used the word hypnotic"
to explain the action between Henry
and the men, steadfastly maintain
ing that he was awake, that. his
eyes were wide open. Probably
never again inthe course of his wan
derings did the boy approach so
closely the brink of insanity. Fear,
loneliness, hunger and the fall from
the rock-the results of which were
undoubtedly more severe than the
boy reaIzed-all contributed to this
temporarily unstable state Of mind)
Thought His Dad Came.
Henry" I screamed. Don't let
them! Look at me! I'm here, near
a tree" I began to cry, because
Henry wouldn't answer me. Just
then, q man on . black horse rode
out Of the thicket on the other side
Evening star., 1940-01-08

soft at all. There was always .
stone under 1t sticking into my ribs.
I'd lie on one side as long ~ I
could and then I'd turn over and
that would give the mosquitoes .
new start. Those mosquitoes were
terrible. Maybe turning over 50
often was the wrong thing to do,
but I did 1t.
I went to sleep right away that
night, but I didn't sleep long. It
began to rain-great big drops that
woke me up. I listened for a mo-
ment, shivering all the time and
crying a little from the cold. I
could hear thunder, but it sounded
way OF and kind Of hollow. Then
1t started to rain harder and harder,
and I remembered a hollow tree I
passed. I stumbled back toward It.
Boy! Was 1t dark! I could feel
the fleece in my REFER getting wet.
and I didn't like that. I was in
such a hurry that I forgot my
dungarees. At last found that I
was able to curl up In q sitting posi-
ton. 1t was dry and warm in
there, and I just thanked God for
being so good to me.
Then, I dropped of to sleep.
(Tomorrow-The Third Day.)
'copyrisht. 1889: By the ,welles Publishing
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Evening star., 1940-01-08

When my prayers were over l
thought of putting on my dunga-
rees, but they hurt my legs; so I
threw them over my arm and
picked up my sneakers. Christmas!
Those sneakers weren't much good
to me. When tried them on they
were so light and hurt my feet so
much I had to take them Oh. I
guess the rain had shrunk' them
way down. So I tied the strings to-
gether and hung them over my arm
with the dungarees. Then I went
down into the brook. 1t was just
a little brook but it flowed pretty
swiftly. AS I waded into it. I re-
called Scout rule. When lost,
follow a stream down. 1t will lead
to a larger stream and there are
always camps along the larger
streams" That's the way I re-
membered the rule and the talk
the Scoutmaster gave with it. That
advice sounded good to me and I
decided never to leave the bank
of the stream. even if had to
scramble over rocks to keep to it..
Maybe you think it wasn't hard
work following that mountain
stream. Boy! The going was slow
and painful! My feet weren't
tough like Henry's and the water
soaked them and made them even
softer. and the rocks I had to walk
over weren't like pebbles at all.
They we're flakes of stone, like In
dian arrowheads. I had to teeter
along over them like a boy walk
ing on a tight rope. Sometimes,
when the water got too deep for
wading. had to hug the bank and
crawl on hands and knees under
the brush.
Feet Were Bleeding.
Maybe that's how lost my sneak
ers. Anyhow, I came up from one
of those crawls and my sneakers
were gone. I wondered what I
should do, but when I sat down
and looked at my feet, I knew
sneakers were no good to me.
couldn't put them on even If had
them. My right foot had a cut on
the side and was bleeding and the
nails on my left foot were all broken
and one was bleeding badly. had
hurt my left ankle. too. scraping
it against rock, but that didn't
bother me great deal.
Well, the sneakers were gone. I
shrugged my shoulders-no use to
look for them, just waste of time.
Anyway, those shoes didn't seem
important. I don't know why, but
they didn't I knew I'd find camp
just around the bend. I could stick
it out till then-any one could. I'd
Evening star., 1940-01-08

Just 20 Q little slower, thetS al,
and be Z little more careful, . fel-
low had to, for those rocks were
sharp. I whistled = tune. had
to laugh . little ut myself - I
whistled. I'd heard dad speak Of
people whistling to keep up their
courage and I guess that's just what
I was doing.
Mosquitoes have always bothered
me. Even one in my bedroom will
keep me awake, but on that noun
tain. Boy! And those blackflies!
Swarms of them-like clouds.
Christmas! Somebody ought to do
something about those blackflies.
They're terrible-around your fore
head under your hair, In your eye
brows and In the corners of your
eyes and in the corners Of your
mouth, and they get up your nose
like dust and make you sneeze, and
you keep digging them out Of your
ears. I don't know how long I
walked fighting them OF and trying
at the same time to pick soft spots
for my feet. when I suddenly felt
weak all over. I was hungry. I
knew I would have to find some
thing to eat. I left the stream and
went up into an open space that
looked like an old pasture. I saw
berries there on bushes that looked
to me like blueberries. I was about
to eat some of them when I re.
membered that dad had told me,
Never eat berries unless you're sure
Of them, especially the blue ones"
wasn't sure of these blueberries.
I never had picked any; so I passed
them up and went back to the
stream and drank a little water
instead.
Was = Sight.
About the middle of the afternoon
I sat down on a big rock to rest.
Boy! I was a sight. My wrists
were covered with blood from the
mosquitoes I'd smashed and my
feet and legs were all red, too, from
the cuts and scratches and bites.
I had million bites. looked like
had measles or smallpox. I got
q little worried when l found nv
feet were numb. I pinched my big
toe and didn't feel anything.
I wished had . hat with mos
quito netting around it, like some
Of the fishermen in the camp wore.
l wished that, because the black
flies and mosquitoes didn't give me
any rest. They made me SO nervous
that l could have jumped out of
my boots, but I didn't have any
boots to jump out Of I could hear
their wings and they sounded like
airplanes right in my ears. I felt
like getting up and running, but
what good would that do? They'd
follow, and I'd pick up others. ANY,
way, they were only flies and not
bears or wildcats. They couldn't
kill a fellow, even if they could
drive him nearly crazy. I pulled
my dungarees up over my legs and
lay back on the rock, and I guess
I slept for an hour or so because
the shadows were pretty dark under
the trees when I awoke with a
start.
Something had happened. I
couldn't tell just what. There had
been loud noise, like a snort and
then scramble as though some
creature had gone away fast. I
didn't dare get up. I just opened
my eyes and looked about as far as
I could without moving my head.
All was quiet, except the growing
OF low thunder in the mountains
somewhere. I was glad of one
thing-the drizzling rain had
stopped. lay there listening for
long time. then I sat up and
looked around. Down near the
Evening star., 1940-01-08

(Tomorrow-The Third Day.)
'copyrisht. 1899. BY the welles Publishing