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The Hagerstown globe. (Hagerstown, Md.) 1936-1943, 1940-07-26
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other person present when the
President heard the first speech
at the convention nominating him
for a third term.
The visitor was Mrs. Hattie Car
away, Arkansas witty, motherly
u. S. Senator, who entered his
White House office for confer
ence just as Mayor Ed Kelly was
starting his address Of welcome.
In this, Kelly declared that he
knew Roosevelt did not want to
run but that he should be drafted
anyway.
The President was getting the
speech from a small portable radio
on his desk. AS Mrs. Caraway en-
tered he greeted her with a smile,
motioned to chair and toned
down the radio.
From then on he listened in
grave silence. When Kelly declar-
ed that Roosevelt had to be drafted
to save the heart of humanity, y
the Presidents face became sol
emn. Then as Kelly continued,
Roosevelt seemed to sink deeper
and deeper into himself
Once or twice he glanced at Mrs.
Caraway but his face was inscrut-
able. 1t was impossible to tell
what he was thinking about.
But as Kelly drew to close, the
Presidents mood lifted and when
the Chicago mayor finished, Mr..
Roosevelt smiled, threw back his
head and said, We'll, the mayor
is getting to be quite an orator
That was all. Mrs. Caraway
asked no questions about the con-
vention and the President vOlun-
teered nothing.
Note-The day the convention
opened, Mrs. Roosevelt told an
old friend that she was reconciled
to the President running again. III
he has to do it," she said, then
there is nothing else to do. | know
he doesn't want to run, but there
seems to be no alternative.
WHITE HOUSE PIPELINE
From the moment Harry Hop
kins landed here last week anC
that open wire was set up between
his suite 308-10 in the Blackstone
hotel and the White House the
President has been minutely IN
formed of everything that has hap
pened. From early morning until
late at night the wire has buzzed
with reports from Washington.
Roosevelt leaders have Kept hlm
informed of what was being SAID
and rumored in the hotel lObbles.
And some of the politicos are IN
for a shock when they learn that
certain cracks they thought they
were making in private are tucked
away in Roosevelt's retentive mem
ory. Whatever else the third-term
organization may have lacked II
was good on intelligence" Every
delegation and headquarters was
covered" by a friendly contact
who kept Hopkins and his lleuten-
ants advised of inside develop
ments.
sTAGNANT CONVENTION
It was a good thing that they
were, too. For with time dragging
on their hands, delegates seized
every rumor and promptly spilled
it to the press.
IF administration leaders could
hove had their way, they would
have condensed the convention
into three days and wound 1t up oy
wednesday. They even discussed
doing this, but when it got 10 Jim
The Hagerstown globe. (Hagerstown, Md.) 1936-1943, 1940-07-26

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The Hagerstown globe. (Hagerstown, Md.) 1936-1943, 1940-07-26

Here is TWO-TONE as it has never
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sawi Leading style experts say Dodge
TWO-TONE is year ahead in style.
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-06-16
Carolina Yacht Club
Beach S Social Center
Inn Has Manv
Attractions For Guests

Among the more popular.
manent-type guest homes to b e
found at Wrightsville Beach is the
new Lumina Inn, located on the
highway and just west of Lumina
pavilion, center of social activities
on the sea island resort.
This attractive guest home i s
operated by Mrs. F. E. Key, a
charming English woman who has
a knack for making her guests
feel at home and welcome.
The guest house contains t
fine rooms for guests and two for
permanent residents, all furnished
with modern, attractive furniture
and all overlooking the cool blue
waters which surround the island.
The interior of the cleaning
white guest house is of knotted
pine and furnishings of the house
have been selected to blend with
this decorative motif.
The house is of three floors, on
each of which are four large, airy,
light rooms.
Both European and American
plans are available here and
guests find the easy accessibility
Of the Lumina Inn, it's convenient
location, its reasonable rates and
its genially hospitable proprietor
make a vacation spent here a per-
led of fun, relaxation and quiet
ude. 4
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-06-16

club will be in the midst of a
gala invitational regatta in which
boats from over the entire south
eastern section of the United
States r expected to participate.
In recent years competition a.
mong the members of the sailing
contingent has become unusually
keen. At one time practically
every boat owned by a yacht club
member was of the same class
and most of them yer of the
same design. With the passage of
the years experiments in b oat
building we're tried with varying
degrees of success and then sail
ing interest went into a slump.
From this slump it began to
emerge about seven years ago and
since that time has grown to fever
heat, due principally to the fact
that it is no longer possible for
one boat to secure the champion
ship and hold it indefinitely.
Better boats have been secured.
A better channel is available for
sailing and, observers agree, the
shippers of the various crafts are
displaying considerably more abili-
ty to maneuver their boats than
was true several years ago.
All of these factors have brought
about an intense interest and a
keen competition in sailing at
Wrightsville and indications are
the races which are to be held
this year will be the best ever
and will attract more attention,
not only from club members but
from vacationists as well, than has
ever been the case before. 3
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-06-16
Races Sponsored By Or
r.n;zation Attract More
Attention This Year

,,.;+ors to Wrightsville B e a h
GUNNER will find the Carolina
ua,ht club, located at Station
Yaen' Is one of the most popular
Foul, Of social attractions and
Of spo' club is not open to the gen.
lne r,,blic but members of the
'tal are allowed to entertain their
'luO ttown male guests there and
QUINN 9.ulrinine guests regardless of their
;e SSsroughout the season the yacht
,h staoes a series of point races
elu0 is sailing members and the
loi secure quite a large number
Fs' n11owers each season. COMPETE.
o. between boats in the various
ava ssss becomes very keen as the
cl a.n,er wears on and visitors at
s SUI resort find great pleasure in
u ns+ching the races and predict
;ns the results.
uS n.i1v numerous family groups
nd groups of friends gather at
. aas Yacht club, to use it as their
NV a.rter Of operations for a day at
W. beach. Here they find facilities
mr fixing their picnic meals,
N w. TO change clothes before
pnd after a surf and sun bath,
and at the end of the day, a
olaee to spend the night.
The buildings of the Yacht club
.re neither ornate nor fancy, but
serve their purpose admirably. In
rscent years the club has paved
. parking space between the
boardwalk and the highway where
enh members and their guests
nav park their cars, and has
increased the pier facilities for
sailing boats.
The club is the second oldest on
,bp Atlantic coast and the third
oldest yacht club in the United
States.
It's members + proud of it's
history which dates back to 1854.
Sailing was popular at Wrights-
vile Beach many years prior to
that. for Wrightsville Sound has
always been a naturally fine body
Of water in which to operate rae
ing sail boats.
When the Yacht club was form
ed in 1854, Daniel Baker was elect
ed the first commodore and during
his term of office did much to in
crease the already intense interest
in sailing at the sea island, which
in those days could hardly have
been classed as a resort.
Year after year races were stag
ed in Banks channel, bank part
les" we're held in which the whole
society of Masonboro and Wrights-
vile would meet on the beach to
enjoy a day on the island and then
return to their homes by boat in
The summer moonlight, and the
yacht club became a social as well
as a sailing organization.
The War between the States put
a crimp in the activities of the
club, but even that major event
failed to put a stop to tae annual
July 4 races at wi ich the club
sailing championship as decided.
In fact, never until this year since
the formation of the club in 1854
nave the championship races been
neglected on July 4. This year
there will be races on Independ-
tnee Day, but the club champion
ship will not be at stake for the
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-06-16
Miniature ChOO-C hOO

SAN FRANCISCO -RH A min
iature railroad, 1,5O0 feet long, was
recently completed by the S a
Francisco Model Railroad club aft
er two years effort. The system
is 1-48th standard railroad size,
and required 80, 900 miniature ties
and 12O, 900 spikes.
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1940-03-29
Friday, March %

To measure granulated sugar, fl.
spoon or cup full, then level off with
spatula or case knife. For cup
measurements of brown sugar, pack
brown sugar into cup, pressing down
firmly with back of spoon. Sift con-
fectioners' sugar before measuring.
A wooden mixing spoon is light and
well adapted to beating cake batter:
it makes little noise and does not dis
color the batter.
To make pickle fans, use small
sweet gherkins, first splitting in half
lengthwise, then cutting very thin
parallel sections almost the length Of
the pickle. Carefully spread out tho
sections like fan.
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anti-climax, but relief came crowding
in and his eyes lit with a curious in
ner excitement. 1t had been stupid
to leave the hat, but, having done so,
he possessed an excellent excuse for
going back again, for seeing March
once more.
He didn't actually forget to mail
the letter to Sara. But it was so
late when he reached the corner where
there was mail-box that he didn't
dare miss the bus just pulling away
from the curb. He swung aboard, the
letter still in his pocket, intending
to drop it into the outgoing" basket
on his own desk when he got to work.
Continued next week
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1940-03-29
SYNOPSIS

Brent Randolph was not in party
mood, but rather than spend the even
ing alone longing for his Wisconsin
woods, he attends get-tOgether at
COnchita Kelly's apartment with Ter.
~ Crewe. The din of laughter and
swing soon pals on Brent and he
goes out and sits on the hall stairs
asking himself, what am / doing
here anyway" AS if in answer tC
his question, attractive March Allison
ascends the stairway. March, COM
mercial artist. was returning from
business and never felt less like one
of COnchita's "brawls." After ascer-
tanning that Brent is one of the guests
she joins him. No sooner does March
mention that she would like to climb
mountains instead of facing the
crowd inside, than Brent rushes her
downstairs and out the door to find
that mountain. Over hamburgers
they discuss their meeting. "YOu
looked as if you were waiting for
someone" said March. 81 felt as
though I were and then you came, .
Brent answered. Back in the car
March suggests returning home but
even as she said it, she knew there
was no turning back. Fate had
thrown them together. On the shore
of a secluded lake, the magic of the
night and stars inexOrably draw these
two together. They kiss. Each is
deeply moved by the incident but, be-
heving it meant nothing to the other,
March and Brent pretend indifference
and a barrier of GOODNESS rises be-
tween them.
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1940-03-29
7 BELONG To YOU 'B BSS1HSHR BS 9RRSIR

for some flow Of inspiration from
within to make this task he had set
himself easier.
1t had been-two years? Nearer
three, Brent realized-since he had
seen Sara Gregory. But there had
been two summers while he was still
in college, during which they had
grown to mean a good deal to each
other. Staring unwaveringly at the
sheet Of paper, he could see Sara clear
ly, just as she had been that last sum-
mer. AS she still was, no doubt,
since three years make little differ
ence in a girls appearance. He
could see her straight, clearly defined
black brows above eyes that were
sometimes laughing, but more often
grave. He could recall her wide red
mouth and her brown hair, crested
and damp with lake water and the lit
tie crystal drops that had stood out
often against the clear, deep tan of
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the morning. AS vaguely white as
March's face had seemed in the dark
ness of the beach YEARLY Brent
turned his back on it and, after a
time, fell into heavy, troubled sleep.
Conchita, garbed smartly in severe
black as befitted the secretary to the
head of an important brokerage
house, stood in the middle of the kit
chenette and WINGED at the spectacle
of morning sunlight falling on the
havoc her guests had wrought.
Tying on gay plaid apron, she
called to March, who was busy emp
tying ash trays in the living room,
81 think they left a couple of cups
clean. I'll wash the percolator and
start coffee. Set up a card table
and we'll eat in there where we can't
see this mess"
"Ostrich!" scoffed March. "Do you
imagine that because we can't see it,
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1940-03-29

admitted, smiling. "Not at nine
o'clock. But I was in the hail."
"You mean you spent the evening
there, alone with your thoughts?"
"No-o." March's tone was teasing.
weren't any of your other guests
missing?"
Conchita's gaze sharpened. "That
! intriguing brunette wretch Terry
brought! He walked out on us so
early scarcely had chance to speak
to him. And was Terry boiling when
he didn't come back!" She grinned at
March companionably. "Whered you
find him?"
"In the hail." March grinned, too,
but her dark eyes were little re-
mote. "We discovered we just weren't
in a party mood. His names Brent
Randolph"
Conchita nodded. II know. Terry
was telling me about him."
"What did he tell you?"
"Not much. He works for Major.
Terry's only known him since they
were shifted to the same department
in December. Why? Wouldn't he
talk about himself?"
March said casually, "We didn't
talk lot. He's rather quiet-but
nice. I was just wondering"
Conchita glanced at her watch and
exclaimed, "Confound it! 1 have to
tear"
She finished her coffee hastily and
disappeared into the bedroom return
ing a moment later, hated and glow
ed, struggling into her coat. From
the doorway she called wickedly, 'If
the suspense is too great, you might
ask him yourself-when he comes
back for his hat!"
At almost the same moment, in a
boarding house halfway across the
city, the realization of his forgetful-
ness had just occurred to Brent. His
first sensation was one of definite
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1940-03-29

were jumbled dishes and silver, sugar
and cream and two tall glasses of
orange juice. Her dark brows arched
at sight of March still in pajamas
under bright-flowered smock, soft
hair tied back with a scarlet ribbon.
AREN'T you going to work."
"Not until later" March arranged
things on the little table, then sat
cross-legged on the window seat to
sip her orange juice.
ut must be nice, having your boss
in love with you" There was an ex-
aggerated wistfulness in Conchita's
drawing tone. She went out to the
kitchenette again, returned with cof-
fee and plate of somewhat under
done toast. "Now I'm one of those
unfortunate gals who really has to
work for a living. Good as I am, ]
wouldn't dare be late for fear the
Master Mind might discover that
some little squirt from the outer of
flee could do my job as well at half
the salary!"
March made face at her and, set
ting her empty glass back on the
table, helped herself to coffee. "Lis-
ten, Efficiency Plus! Clay isn't in
love with me. Pm taking an hour or
so off this morning because worked
late last night. Didn't you notice I
wasn't at your party?"
81 noticed" Conchita's smile was
broadly knowing. "And l suppose
when you finished your work, Clay
took you to dinner to get the un-
pleasant memory out of your dear
little head"
March said, "Idiot!" indulgently.
And she added, "As matter of fact
l got home around nine."
"Aren't you forgetting l was here
all evening? You certainly hadn't
turned up when 1 retired at SOME
thing after midnight"
II didn't get quite this far" March
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/
her bare shoulders. They had swum
great deal together and had lain
side by side in the warm, yellow sand.
He had thought he was in love with
Sara and she thought she was in love
with him. There had been long days,
golden with sunlight, and cool, ex-
hilarating nights WIN they had sat on
the Gregorys' porch and watched the
moon clear the wall of pines that
hemmed in Lake Kenoqua. But he
had gone back to school in tn autumn
and, when he graduated, had taken
a job in Chicago. And more than two
years had elapsed. He and Sara had
kept up desultory sort of correspond
ence, but neither of them liked to
write neither could transfer to paper,
with any degree Of ease, the things
he thought and felt. And now it was
all ended, neatly and definitely-or
would be, Brent told himself grimly,
as soon as he thought of the proper
words.
Why these should be so difficult to
think of, he couldn't imagine. But
there was driving force within him
that wouldn't let him give up. A
wholly illogical force, without cause
or justification of any sort. The sup
position that a girl who would kiss a
stranger lightly and then remark with
a cool, hard flippancy, "WeIl, well!
You do show girl a lovely time!"
could have anything to do with it,
was too ridiculous to deny. He never
intended to see that girl again.
This other matter, this letter that
must be written to Sara, was altogeth
er separate and apart. lie should
have written it long ago; Brent faced
that fact honestly now. But it had
been so easy to drift along, to tell
himself, I'll be going up to see Gran
sometime soon Then I'll talk with
Sara and we can straighten things
out between US
Probably Sara felt just as he did
about it all A girl doesn't go on car
ing for a man indefinitely, without
seeing him, hearing from him only
infrequently. Sara might even be en-
gagged to someone else by this time
; although it was more than likely
Gran would have told him if that were
the case. Anyway, Sara had right
to know that she was free to become
engaged to someone else if she cared
; to Brent destroyed sheet after
, sheet of paper getting that letter
written. But when he finally rose
from the little desk, the envelope was
| sealed and stamped and ready to be
, dropped into the bail box on his way
to work.
: A definite breaking of bonds, ty-
ing up of loose ends-somehow Brent
had expected the act to afford him q
deeper satisfaction than this. When
7 he had put out the light and got into
: bed, he could still see the envelope, a
vague, white blur, where he had prop
l ped it up to attract his attention in
Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1940-03-29
CHAPTER 5

1hey moved more quickly DdcK d
long the way they had come. Walk
ing beside each other they were in
finitely far apart and rather silent
And the distant lights were just the
same and the stiffness and the dark
but everything seemed different. MOI
were these the same two casual stran-
gers who had walked along the beach
before. They were different people
gubtly changed, unknown not only to
each other but to themselves as well
In Brent's small roadster once more
he inquired politely, "Where shall
take you?"
March told him, her amusement at
his family chagrined surprise not
nearly so great as she had thought
1t would be.
"You mean," he asked uncertainty,
you live in the same building with
Conchita Kelly?"
''In the same apartment. We've
shared it for more than year."
"Then that was why" his voice
trailed off.
March finished it for him, why
l had to go to the party whether I
wanted to or not? That was it-only
you rescued me-"
That wasn't what Brent had intend
cd saying, but he let it go. He had
realized belatedly why that serenely
gracious apartment hadn't seemed a
proper setting for Conchita's sultry
charms. 1t was March's apartment;
it was March who would fit into it.
She had arranged the roses in the
squat white bowl. The books that
crowded the built-in shelves were hers
and by her collected. She would have
shosen dull blue for the walls, ivory
for the woodwork. He could picture
her, pale head alight in the soft glow
Of lamps, curled on the window seat
or on the low blue couch.
So what? Brent asked himself a
bruptly and proceeded to concentrate
en- his driving.
In front of the darkened building
March said, "Please don't get out. I'd
rather you didn't" And she added,
standing on the sidewalk, a little
smile tipping her mouth at one cor
ner, you've done enough for me as
it is. l was so horribly tired and
bored. You've made me come alive
again-and l like to be alive" Her
fingers brushed his fleetingly in fare
well. "Thanks-in case / don't see
you again"
She went across the walk swiftly
and into the building. A sudden, gus
ty anger shook him. What the deuce
did he care? What the deuce did ii
matter? He jerked the car into gear
furiously, swung away from the curb
He went fast and far but he couldn't
quite escape the hurting small echo
of her cool voice saying, "Thanks-ir
ease 1 don't see you again"
If that was the way she felt about
it, the matter was settled. He GER
tainly wouldn't bother her.
Late as it was when Brent reached
his room that night, he did not i'm
mediately retire. Under his cropping
fingers the light leapt on and he made
his way to the desk between the win
dows. There was paper, a pen ant
ink, in the drawer. Brent found then
unerringly, spread them out befor'
him. He was tired and there smoul
dered within him sense of frustra
ton that served to augment his ply
sical WEAKNESS. But there was some
thing he must do.
He wrote in his quick, rather heav!
hand, "Dear Sara," and after tn
words he drew a dash. And waitet
then, curiously expectant, as thougl
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it won't be right there waiting for
us when we get home tonight?"
Fooled you that time!" Conchita
responded complacently, making a
great domestic clatter. ~ asked
Emelina to come a day early this
week. You didn't suppose I'd have a
mob here otherwise?"
March proceeded to set up a card
table, to lay it with a yellow cloth.
Conchita brought in a tray on which
Evening star., 1940-04-25
HIT Mrntnrtant

ASHTON, CARRIE S. Sacred to the
memory Of my loving. sister. CARRIE S.
ASHTON. who entered into eternal rest
two years ago today, April %. 1888.
Upright and just. to the end Of her DAYS;
Sincere and kind in heart and mind.
LONELY SISTER, JOSEPHINE.
COLEMAN, MARY H. In loving mem
oery Of our dear mother, NARY =: COLE;
IS. 1885 ~ '' ' " '' @''
We miss her when we need friend.
On her We always could depend:
She cheered US in sickness and soothed
God grant some day We will meet mother
HER paTsaTERs N MRS; M Lucy ?. rR1cE.
of my mother. MONTROSE E. LEAK. who
IS. 1887.
You are not forgotten, mother.
Nor will you ever be-
As long as life and memory last
DEVOTED SON. EDWIN, AND FAMILY. :
STEVENS, VICTORIA. In loving remem-
brance Of my darling mother VICTORIA
STEVENS, who departed this life nine
Another year has gone away.
And we yearn for you both night and day;
The years may come. the years may 90.
ARR Mosher 6svoTFp 6saT Hs miss ySy sG;
Ethel aRoss, AND NEPaEEWa. Ep- IS:
FER. p MRS. aHhf Lillian psx2psR cHIpsR1L' pAocH-
WHITE, NEANA NJ, IN memory Of cur
Hass sssi s'' Y 4aiss'''a AND ..'