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Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1940-02-29
Veterans Set Meeting

The next regular meeting of the
Cloverleaf Chapter of the Disabled
American Veterans and Auxiliary will
be held at the Rutledge hall on Sun
day, March 3. Dinner will be served
at 1890 p. m. and the meeting will
take place Immediately afterward.
All members and those eligible to
become members are urged to attend.
Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1940-02-29

Vaaa EarJ Jarvis
Trip.
Front rowCar Carlson, Medng
captain; George Caman, Petry.
Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1940-02-29

Beds of salt are found in both
Louisiana and Texas
Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1940-02-29

Largest circulation of any
newspaper in the United
States published in COM
munity of its size.
BY far the largest circu-
lation of any newspaper in
Pine county.
A good advertising medium.
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warehouse standing high on piles
beside the river. Not a light shone
from it anywhere.
I scarcely had time to notice
that there were branches of trees
hanging over the building, when
glided under the wharf or pier.
Momentarily I saw the dim outline
of piles rising around us, then
all melted into the pitch darkness.
The boatman must have known
the course well, Or perhaps he was
guided by a light 1 could not see.
The steady splash of the muffled
oar continued. Twice the boat
bumped into something, veered off
and continued. The jar and accom-
panying SILVER of the boat sent the
pain shooting through my head a.
gain.
At last a dim glow shone up
ahead. and a moment later a Ian
tern came into sight, hanging from
a beam overhead. I had to shut
my eyes until they became accus-
toned to the light. The boat stop
ped. Feet scraped near my head
and the whole craft rocked dizzily
as the boatman stepped out on an
invisible landing.
He looked to be about 20 feet
tall as he stood over ne. The Ian
tern a above his head, and in
the shadow of his hat I could not
make out his face or much about
him. Even his size was distor-
ted. Looking up at him this way
from a position several inches be-
low his feet, he was all out of
proportion.
Unexpectedly he reached up and
took down the lantern, turning his
back to me as he blew it out.
I felt myself lifted from the boat
by arms that seemed to have Her.
culean strength. I am no feather.
weight.
My captor set me on my feet
and roughly pushing from behind,
started me walking through the
darkness. I had no way of telling
at what moment I might step off
into a hole or trap of some sort,
but the floor continued level and
smooth underfoot.
Ito Be Continued
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had lain, beside a large white
stone. Had someone else found it?
Jerry was going back into the
clubhouse. I had not even a second
to spare. In fact, the odds were
now against my being able to gel
back upstairs in time to come
down the stairway on schedule.
The policeman was watching
Jerry. l turned and ran straight
for the willows, bending low. l III
tended to dodge along the sandy
shore of the river to the north wing
of the clubhouse again. I prayed
that no one had returned to the
kitchen.
1t was dark under the trees.
Something blacker than a shadow
doomed before me. Arms like steel
clamped around me, pinioned my
hands to my sides.
This was no policeman. 1t was
a giant of a man, smelling of bad
liquor. I tried to wrench loose,
but was too strong and l dared
not scuffle to make a noise.
Suddenly n of his arms drew
back. There was a swishing sound
and then a binding light.
l awoke to find my head throb'
bling as though it had been split.
I was looking up at the starlit sky,
lying on my back on hard boards.
My whole bed sWayed. 1t was a
small boat. Water splashed ano
gurgled gently against the sides.
When l tried to move 1 found
that my wrists were tied together
under me. There was a choking
gag in my mouth. l closed my
eyes and lapsed into unconscious.
ness again.
How many minutes later it was
before 1 opened my eyes a second
time I had no way of knowing.
was still in the boat. There sound.
ed the slow swish and splash of &
muffled a l could not see the
bc~tman, who apparently was
seated behind my head, padding
the boat like a canoe. At my feet
1 could just raise my head enough
to see them-were several sacks
bullying oddly.
The sides of the boat were sc
high that I could see nothing o1
the shore, but presently from a.
head I noticed a dark shape loom
ing up as we approached it. Grad
ually it took the form of a roof.
We were drifting up to some old
building. 1t looked like a deserted
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READ THIS FIRST:
I, Bill Strickland, am suspected
in the murder of my friend, Al
fred Markham, rich young jeweler,
at a party in the Rio Vista club
house. Jerry Montcalm another
friend, although he is engaged to
Muriel Benson, the girl I had once
hoped to marry, is another sus-
pect, because it was he who first
stumbled over the body in the
moonlit garden at the tip of the
river peninsula on which the club
house stands. Captain of Detec-
tjves CLYDE Mcdonald decides
to test my alibi that was up
stairs when Markham supposedly
was killed. He sends me up, to
time my actions. But I am des-
perate. 1 remember that I dropped
my knife in the garden. Afraid
that it will be damning evidence
against me, I decided to get down
into the garden somehow, and re-
trieve the knife before it is found
by the police or by Coroner Silver.
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CHAPTER SEVEN

The very difficulties in the way
of my descending to the garden
comprised the strength of my alibl,
for if I could get down into the
garden now the police would say
I could also have gotten down to
kill Markham, I told myself. Per-
haps by finding a way down now
I would destroy my allbl. But
must take a chance.
There was only one exit that
might be unguarded-the kitchen
door on the north side of the lower
story. The cook and waitress had
been sitting there earlier in the
night. They might be gone now.
There was no stairway down to
the kitchen, except the one up
which I had come, but there was
a light well at the end of the hall,
and 1 judged by its location that
the kitchen opened into it.
1 ran on tiptoe to the end of the
hall and opened the window into
the light well. Yes, there was a
light shining out of the window di-
rectly believe me. 1t seemed to be
the right place for the kitchen
and l heard no voices.
Taking this only chance which
was open to me, I slipped through
the upper window and hung by my
hands as far down as 1 could
reach, feeling with my toes until
] located the top Of the window
below. Then gripping a water pipe
I lowered myself hand under hand
to the kitchen window sill and look
ed in. There was not a soul in
sight. The dirty dishes were piled
on the tables as though they had
been left until tomorrow.
Luckily, on account Of the warm
night and the heat of cooking, the
window from the light well into
the kitchen had been lift open.
I crawled through it, dropped to the
floor and sped swiftly to the outer
door. A moment later I was out
under the stars beside the river,
in the deep shadow of the north
west corner of the building.
Remembering what st. Clair hac
said about the path around the
north wing at low tide, I took of
my shoes, hid them in the ash can
at the kitchen door, pulled my
trouser legs up over my knees ano
waded into the cold water. Feeling
my way along the wall, I found the
footing solid underneath and gain
ed the dry land at the northwest
corner of the clubhouse without
getting into any water nor than
a foot deep.
I let my trouser legs down again
and peered around the corner int
the moonlight of the garden. One
of the police officers was walking
slowly back and forth by the lily
pond, studying the ground.
He was so intent on his sea.ct
that I skirted around behinu him
quietly in my bare feet and gained
the rose arbor without attracting
h attention.
My heart had quickened its beat
My time vas going rapidly. Jerry
ZANE out on schedule and walked
toward the lily pond to re-enact the
finding of the body. The police off
Ger nearly upset the program by
OBTAINING him.
1: was now or never. While they
argued I felt hastily about in tn,
grass in the arbor where I knew
the knife had fallen. It was no
there.
1 remembered exactly where j
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RALEIGH, May g. Up The
Utilities commission today set for
hearing May % an application by
the Tatum-Dalton Transfer Co., of
Greensboro for a franchise to haul
freight between Greensboro, Ker-
n%ersville, Winson-Salem, Mount
Airy and Pilot Mountain.
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Bella LANAN-CUURT REPORTER By I. Allen H
Founded N Actual Court Records and You Can Be the Judge

cAFEM ANTWERP, BELGIUM, JULES
ASKS HIS FRIEND, CAPT. kHLERMAN.
TO DO HIM A FAVOR, WHEN HIS SHIP
AMERICA
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He STREAMLINES THE STARS
Continued from pogs nine

hours. The idea is that the person who
sleeps less is up and about. consuming
calories, which keeps him or her from
storing them in the form of fat. Kline
says he has learned from building
health for the Hollywood stars that it
doesn't pay to pound off surplus flesh
and that it is bad medicine to 20 in for
too rigorous dieting. When movie stars
want to reduce, he advises them to
make the last meal of the day entirely
fruit and vegetables, pointing out that
the hours after supper are the least
active hours, during which not very
many Galleries are consumed.
II don't believe in strenuous exer-
else for people who are not going to
need their business or profess
sion," says Kline. 1.-The average per-
son can utilize his daily routine for
health-building. When youv don't
just amble along. Get some exercise
out of it. Swing the legs from the hips
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The guy nearest Dan gulps. "She's
sorry it's locked up?" he says.
Sure she is. Maybe she can 60
down to the desk and get it out"
"Oh, yeah?" says this guy. why
would she do that?"
why" says Dan, getting sore be-
cause this guy is so dumb. $50 that
you could steal it, of course!'
One of the guys sinks into chair
like his knees are too weak to hold
him up any longer.
Another opens his mouth to talk,
and can't. And the third stands there
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scratching his head. talking to himself.
This is no way to handle things,
says Dan, wagging his head at them.
"If you are going to have stickup,
why not have good one? He sees
Mona coming in from the alcove and
he goes to meet her. "Here are the
boys l am telling you about" he says
MAY l help unclasp that bracelet"
Mona looks over the three guys.
you're sure it's all right? she says
Dan laughs loudly. II guess can
tell the difference between real and
phony stickup," he says. Anyway.
didn't Eddie tell me he is lining up the
gag?'
At this point the phone rings again
II will answer it," says Dan. "as long
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forward in a straight line, loosening
the ankles when you walk. Make
walking count by walking briskly.
when you 60 up or down stairs,
don't do it lazily. Be Carole Lombard
making an entrance. When you swing
the broom, swing it in long graceful
movements, so that it will help your
arms and shoulders, the way Ida
Lupino would swing it. If you pick up
something from the floor, don't just
stoop over. Bend your knees, watching
your balance, keeping on the balls of
your feet. like Claudette Colbert
would do it. If you are a secretary
sitting still all day, try not to use the
elevator. Walking up few flights of
stairs is one of the most beneficial
natural exercises our modern existence
affords. 1t is simply amazing what four
or five fights will do for that sluggish
liver. But don't forget to stop at eath
floor and take a deep breath. Relax"
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my name out of it. l will see what l
can do" He goes back into the room
and the guy who has been listening
trails along. II don't suppose" Dan
says to the three of them, you boys
could come back in the morning to
steal that ice?'
They look at one another. "We are
pulling the job now" says one.
Dan shrugs. well, you should have
phoned you we're coming" he says.
Miss Verne says she is sorry, but her
best pearl necklace is locked up in the
hotel vault"
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"Of course she know. you're
coming 10 dinner. She's been
mod about it all doy!"
Fronk Bsoven

alone. IL guess you will never believe
me now" he signs. They got away"
They are still here" says Kitty
quietly Uncle Dennis is putting the
old irons on them in the next ROOM"
Did he grab them ALP" asks Dan.
ut is cinch." mods Kitty. when
the lights are out they do not know
who is who and they start smuggling.
When we get here there are only two
on their feet and they are both groggy.
Lieutenant. l am proud of you. You
can be out cold and still round up the
toughest stick-up mob in town"
Uncle Dennis ambles in from the
alcove. IL have phoned the Commits
sioner," he says to Dan. and he is so
tickled he is like to bust. These mugs
are the ones who have been running
the whole department ragged for
month. And ne says he was wrong
about you. because he figured you
were working this bodyguard racket
overtime If you will 60 and see him in
the morning ne will apologize per-
sonally. And now" says Uncle Dennis.
II got to go back"
Where to-" asks Kitty.
The color starts creeping up under
Uncle Dennis's leathery skin. Miss
Verne is all upset from the excite
ment." he says. and she wants some
one to stay with her and hold her hand
till the doctor comes"
Il suppose she wants Dan" jeers
Kitty. "He is her bodyguard."
Uncle Dennis turns at the door to
the alcove and he is as red-faced as
Dan. Dan isn't her bodyguard any
more. There has been change"
So then Dan and Kitty are alone
and Dan looks up at her and chuckles
loudly. Gosh, chicken" he says. you
sure are jealous of me, amt you?"
Nothing of the SORT" says Kitty.
and bites her lip.
lust little jealous?" asks Dan.
Ridiculous" says Kitty.
"a teensy bit?" says Dan.
"Well, lie Oh, please don't be
sore at me. Lieutenant cries Kitty.
Dan heaves sigh. He closes his
eyes. He tries to keep his grin under
control, but it is no use. well, will
let it pass this time" he says.
You big ape!' says Kitty. wiping
her eyes and smiling at him. II would
murder you if l didn't love you so
much"
TIE End
Another adventure Of D0,, and Kitty
WiH appear in an early issue.
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as Miss Verne is busy getting off those
earrings"
Two of the guys exchange look.
Should he answer it?' says one.
The other guy grins. "Him?" he
says. why not?'
Dan picks up the phone and says
hello and at first he thinks there is
some mistake because no one answers.
Then there is kind of an answer. 1t is
little choked-up sob, and when he
hears it Dan goes cold all over.
Kitty he cries. as that you?'
1t is Kitty. She says, "Oh, you are
there with her Oh, how could your
But. chicken -"
AT half past one in the morning.
But -"
Don't you dare speak to met
But am not here with her aloner'
Liar! Haven't you any shame?"
Il swear we are not alone" means
Dan There are three other guys here
with me, and we are settling a little
publicity matter and it is all right
There is long pause and Dan waits.
afraid to breathe. Then Kitty says, IL
am having sandwich at the hotel
coffee shop with your Uncle Dennis.
We will come right up, and if you are
alone with that load OF oomph you
had better start running now!'
She hangs up Dan gives big sigh
and mops his brow. 1t is the narrowest
escape he has ever had, and he thanks
his lucky stars. Then he looks up and
sees he is a little hasty. The three guys
are ready to leave with the jewels, and
in fact one has the door open.
Dan yells and leaps forward. He
throws himself against the door and
slams it shut. and he is almost pale as
he faces the three guys. Wait min
ute. boys" he explains. you can't
leave yet
You'd be surprised" says one guy.
Dan shakes his head. But my girl
Kitty and my Uncle Dennis from
headquarters are on their way, and
you got to be here when they Gomez
"A copper whispers one guy.
Get away from that door, says
another
LIAM backs up against it. instead.
You do not understand. My girl
Kitty is jealous little mouse. and if
she finds me here alone with Mona
Verne, am in the doghouse for good.
She will never marry me, and that is
about the most terrible thing l can
think Of"
One of them pulls out gun. Move
over" he shouts And move quick"
'Oh, put away that toy pistol and
stop pretending you are realr' says
Dan. you will only have to wait a
minute. As soon as Kitty sees you
you are asking for it," says the
guy. He shoots. Mona screams. and
Dan ducks, all at the same time. Dan
crouches low and he is all set for that
flying tackle for which he is famous
in his sand-lot football days He never
misses in the old days with his flying
tackle, and the only reason he misses
now is because Mona switches off the
overhead lights. He hits his man. but
it is not a clean hit amidships and it
does not slow Dan down much. He
keeps right on going. with his head
down, and the next thing he hits is the
wall on the other side of the room.
Only he doesn't know that He knows
nothing at all for full ten minutes.
When he opens his eyes the room is
full of light again and someone is
holding his head. That someone is
Kitty. He looks at her and then he
looks all around and sees they are
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MEAD IIIIS EIltDI.
I, Bill Strickland, am suspected in
the murder of my friend, Alfred
Markham, rich young jeweler, at a
party in the Rio Vista club. I am
kidnapped by a man who attacks me
in the dark garden of the clubhouse
an hour later; but I escape from him
the next morning in a rowboat and
am picked up by a newspaper re-
porter and a beautiful girl. She
takes me home while he goes to get
a doctor.
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to you," he said with a smile as ne
started for the door. keep MIN
quiet. That's all he needs"
AS soon as he had gone, Louise
Markham turned to the reporter
what about the police?"
Belzer shrugged his shoulders
Don't worry about the police.
don't think they'll question him un'
til tomorrow"
But the man who shot at nj"
probably is the murderer of my
brother We must put the police
on his trail!!"
Murders aren't solved as easily as
that. Let's hear his story
So while she bathed my head ac
cording to the doctors directions ]
tried to give them a coherent &C
count of my misadventures.
Belzer whistled more than once
during my recital, and longer thai
usual near the close. $50 you
dropped into that river of your
own free will, gagged and tieo
hand and foot, to escape that guys
bullets? What a man! YOU
wouldn't have had a chance if Bel
ger hadn't been on the job"
"That man must have killed my
brother!!" Louise Markham re-
peated.
"Hold on" Belzer shook his
head. That's where you and thu
police would be jumping to con
illusions. No murderer would sticl
around the garden an hour afte'
he'd done the deed"
perhaps he was covering VI
clues" But she frowned, puzzled
The reporter turned to me again
eff there were any clues to cleal
up, he had plenty of chance lefor'
the police got there, didn't he?"
I agreed. "I feel certain the mai
who kidnapped me had arrived a
the clubhouse by boat only a few
minutes before"
Right" said Belzer. II knew it
He may have been there on bust
ness that was somehow connected
with the murder - but he WASH
the murderer"
Louise Markham was not con
WINGED. How can you be SO sure?'
Because" said Belzer, II hap
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pen to know that man had been
there before
I looked at him, startled. do
you know him?"
mo, but I happen to know that
he visits the clubhouse on nights
when the tide is exceptionally high.
like last night"
whats the explanation"
II don't know. I was on the trail
of it when st. Clair chased me off.
Its nothing to the credit Of his
blessed club, I'll wager"
Perhaps a gang Of criminals
make the clubhouse their head
quarters" suggested Loise. "Per-
haps my brother interferred with
them"
'Belzer shook his head. "Too
melodramatic. The Rio Vista club
is okay, except that I don't like st.
Clair. But we mustn't overlook the
possibility that there was another
crime besides murder there last
night"
I was skeptical Of Mr.. Belzer's
abilities as a detective. Don't for
get" I reminded him, that you've
been listening to a man who is
under suspicion himself. Why do
you believe me?"
The girl was smoothing my hair
gently away from the wound. you
| Door dear!" she said softly. do
you really think anyone could sus-
pect you?"
I looked up at her. She was smil-
ing. No woman's smile had ever
had such an effect on me before.
TO Be Continued
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PROPOSAL

BELGRADE, May IL up "A
Yugoslav proposal for economic CO.
operation with Soviet Russia by the
four powers of the Balkan entente
was reported today in authoritative
quarters. They said the project
would be given close study when ex-
perts of the entente Membership
g~oslavia, Rumania, Greece and Tur-
key-meet at an economic conference
here May II.
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50 LOST

LONDON, May 2.-(P-The ad.
miralty listed today as missing and
believed dead" one officer and 40
men of the destroyer Afridi, sunk
by German bombers May 6 while
covering the withdrawal of Allied
troops from Namsos, Norway. One
other member of the crew was re.
ported to have died of wounds.