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Greenbelt cooperator. (Greenbelt, Md.) 1937-1954, 1940-05-16

Leslie Atkins will review Wfter Eany Summers Dies
Swarr by kldous fey at the next meeting of the
Book Club. The meeting Will be held ,ey q at
Pm. in Room 200.
Greenbelt cooperator. (Greenbelt, Md.) 1937-1954, 1940-05-16
Community Health
By S. R. 8erenberg, Il. D.
Director, Department of Public Health

The red and white carnations have wilted. The
ribbons and gay wrappngs of Mother Day gifts have
been tossed away. Mothers Day is over for this
year. But, before forget it completely, let
give few minutes of serious thought to the subject
of "Motherhood".
year ago this spring, the Interdepa4 tmental Com
mittee Coordinate Health and Wei fare Activities
made the following statement before Senate Commit
tee:
maternity, infancy and childhood very made
quately protected, especially in rural areas. Be-
onehalf and twothrds of the maternal deaths,
nearly one-half of the stillbirths and between
third one-half of the deaths among newborn in
fants preventable. Here is opportunity to
than 1000 lives year,.
Seventy thousand lives could be saved in one
yearI
Let US review condi lions in state. Let
study the statement submitted to the commit
by Dr.. Martha NJ. Eliot, assistant chief of the
U. S. Chi ldren's Bureau.
"Specifc needs for add tions to the staff of the
State (iaryland) Department of Health amount to
SIC, 3OO There approximately SO nurses attempt
ing generalized service in population, largely
rural, of 81, 900. An equal number of additional
is required to meet the minimum requirements
of to 5000 population, set by experts.
unfortunately, funds available to pay
physi clans midves for the delivery Of INDECENT
Comparatively few of the rural Hospitals &C
cept mcompli Gated free and the county
defray the expenses of only few of these
of the low income groups.
none thousand one hundred and six infants died in
their first year in these counties, a rate of o7.l
per 1000 live births.
MANY of these deaths we're from causes which are
prevenable; the 155 deaths in the counties
from diarrhea and enteritis surely be reduced.
Only 90 deaths from this cause occurred during the
year in Baltimore. The counties are at dtsadvan-
tage in many the lack of an adequate sup
ply of pure mika much greater prevalence of flies,
infrequent nursing visits, and the small number att
ending child hygiene conferences factors in the
unfavorable results".
Another factor which undoubtedly aids in keeping
the maternal death rate high is revealed In chart
that accompanies the report. At least $50 of the
babies born Maryland born at home.
As individ uals may honor Mothers the
Sunday of each May AS citizens of the United
States, it is duty to honor Motherhood" by
ing adequate legislation such the Wagner Heal
Act, to prevent the shameful waste of maternal
deaths. Let motto be not only "Year carnation
on Mother Day" but also let say, "Save the Mo
of America by providing adequate medical care
Greenbelt cooperator. (Greenbelt, Md.) 1937-1954, 1940-05-16

Greendale, Wisconsin,, celebrated its second birth
day Nay l., with a dance and public installation Of
village officers.
Greenbelt cooperator. (Greenbelt, Md.) 1937-1954, 1940-05-16

LESLIE ATKINS WILL REVIEW HUXLEY BOOK
Greenbelt cooperator. (Greenbelt, Md.) 1937-1954, 1940-05-16

Greenbelt's lusty young radio club achieved its
first step toward mattt y when four of its leading
members tried for the Class amateur OPERATOR Ii
Thursday, May 2 and off bearing the
laurels of vi Glory.
The doughty warriors whom the Federal Communi ca
ton Comm ssion in Washington DC. has licensed to
operate radio transnitters In accordance vii
telr regulations
John X Murray, president of the Greenbelt Radio
Club; John c. Petersen, vce-president; Dan Childs,
secretary-treasurer; and Carl Johnston, property
custodian.
Greenbelt cooperator. (Greenbelt, Md.) 1937-1954, 1940-05-16
"kE OLD CAPTIVITY"
by
Nevil Shute

This is the story OF young scotti sh aviator who
pilots seaplane to Greenland where his passengers,
English archeologist and his daughter, study
cient ruins. The second part CT the book describes
the pilots vivid dream of olden days, when he and
young GIRL resembling his feminine passenger, took
part in Left hricson's explorations.
NTH such strangely ordered tale to hold the in
terest keeps pegging aWay unwilling to put the
book down. Tie account of the expect tion is fine and
the author lets EoW many things so wrong
on such trip. hr. Shute is airplane desi gner
and bul der by profession you feel confidence
in the accumulation of data and TIE details through
which the story Ioves.
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-07-15

minor riot over distribution OF re-
lief groceries, and a fire that de-
stroyed a large warehouse and a
factory. The legend of the wealthy
Merrifields was suddenly revived
in all walks of society-but most
put OUT of all were the other rich
folk of this city who had heard
about the Merrifeld party and had
not been asked to come.
1t was most distressing, if you
haunted the golf courses, the polo
fields, or the swankier clubs. The
towns socialites for once told the
plain truth-admitted they had
been snubbed, and wondered why.
Only middle-class youth had been
invited to Jeremy fuckers party,
when old man Merrifield's prestige
might have commanded the most
ultra" in everything. A lot of
youths had grown up here in af-
fluence and had never even seen
inside the Merriield home. Why
in the devil were they ostracized
now?
A few men, driven by home pres
sure, ventured to open the topic to
Mr.. Mortified himself during this
week. They did it as .tactfully as
they could, when they met him
downtown, but they did not fool
shreWd old man Benjamin. He OBJ
served the trend of things and he
chuckled deligh:edly. A rank dem
ocrat himself, he loved to twit
those who were inherent snobs.
That Gayle and Bill had chosen
their own OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES boys
and girls who worked or at least
knew something of responsibility in
life-was the most satisfying thing
Mr.. Meriield found about the
party. He had a grand week just
thinking of it. And-the newspaper
society editors (although quite un-
known to him personally similarly
enjoyed the whole thing. l
Its precious!" quoth Cholly
Harrington in The Chronicle-Post,
the city's most-read columnist.
Just too, too precious. High hat
society, high-hatted! Whoever
could do it but the old gent with
the copper millions? He, boys and
gals, doesn't give a damn-and it's
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-07-15
SYNOPSIS

SYNOPSIS
THE CHARACTERS:
BENJAMIN MERRIFIELD, aged
capitalist, hires
GAYLE DION to make love to
his grandson,
JEREMY TUCKER, a shy student
of archaeology, while
BILL BAILEY and six pretty girls
are employed to help bring life
and youth to the Merriield man.
sion.
YESTERDAY: With plenty of good
publicity, tickets for the amateur
play at the Merrifield home are
going fast.
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-07-15
E6&@4e1A@st&?! 1&S: &C. K


a swell attitude if you can get by
with it. He can.
THE party for young grandson
was a Grade A success, even with
out the cream. The Jeremy person
not only will inherit practically ev-
erything west of the Mississippi,
he is a pretty good egg as well,
people say. And an interesting
point there-seven delicate, dell
cious, delightful and dainty dam
sells recently have moved into the
mansion practically under Brother
Jeremy's nose. If that strings
some of the rest of we girls-ha!
They're to be in a stage play next
Monday night, aptly called Maid
to Measure Run, don't walk, to
the nearest ticket Office, but you'll
learn that it's already a sellout.
Seems a fellow named Bailey
yeah, the Bill Bailey of halfback
fame-is impressario. He's quite
a stage boy, too. And a girl named
Gayle, gay Gayle. Gol1y, Mr.. Mer-
rifeld, you do collect the oldest
things!"
Truth lurked in that gossipy col
umn. Farrington's chit-chat was
seldom malicious, but it often &C.
complished a lot by subtlety and
inuendo. Because of its sheer en-
tertainment value practically ev-
cry one of The Chronicle-Post's
800, 900 subscribers read it every
day. And 800, 900 is a lot of people.
Poor Mr.. Weems, the aged Sec
rotary, tried so hard to be broad
minded about it all. Whenever he
felt himself slipping, felt himself
becoming impatient with the do
ings of a new youth, he went into a
conference with Mr.. Mortified for
new strength. Whatever Mr.. Mer-
rifeld liked, Mr.. Weems liked. And
now with an eternal chuckling. OF
mornings he went downtown, sat
some in bankers Offices, or in a
bond house, but he talked business
far less than he talked a b
dances and singing and amateur
plays.
On Friday morning he came
back from town and the first thing
Continued OH Page Nine)
The Wilmington morning star., 1940-07-15
EIGHTEEN

Lola Montesa, bor~ in Las Cru
ces, New Mexico, and reared on
the Rio Grande, had come to this
eastern city just five years ago.
Part of that five had ben spent in
college, the remainder in the more
stark business of trying to keep
from starving.
She had succeeded to a degree
because of her beauty. With that,
she might have cashed in prompt
ly, in a half dozen different ways.
One employment agency executive
had left his desk and pressed an
immediate business proposition"
that she had been forced to strike
him with her fists and run away
from him. Then, when it vas all
over, she wondered if she had act
ed hastily.
She did not fully understand the
ways of "the Yankees" who were
busting and aggressive about
everything, especially everything
in business. Down On the Mexican
border, life moved at a slower
tempo. But here in the big northern
city was something appealing, too;
she wanted to stick it out. The Pc
culiar Unemployment" in the Mer-
rifeld mansion had come as both
a surprise and a godsend.
Lola, lonely in spite of her exotic
beauty, was one who wrote things
in a little book called Thoughts,
Day by Day."
This diary appealed to her be-
cause she could put into written
words things that she could not
speak. It was an opportunity to
unburden her heart, as every
young heart needs unburdening at
times. She had no intimate friends
most of the working girls she
knew SHE'D away from her be-
cause, she correctly supposed, she
looked foreign. Her skin was dark,
her eyes darker, her hair virtually
black. She had a habit, born of
shyness, of dropping her exceed
ingly long %eyelashes so as to avoid
aaybody's direct gaze. This made
her appear a little cold and sullen
at times, she who really knew no
anger, no fear. 1t made people
leave her alone. 1t drove her, in
loneliness, to writing intimate
things in her little book.
What 1 did Tuesday night does
not weigh on my conscience" she
was writing now, 48 hours later.
Il SO sadly wanted something, and
needed it, SO l took the initiative
myself. Can that be wrong? l do
not wish to hurt anyone. l realize
that I acted quite boldly, but it was
the only way, then. Today I Won
der if 1 did right"
She put down her fountain pen,
there in the tiny room where she
slept, miles from the Mortified
estate. Hers was a miserable
room, really, made all the more
squalid by comparison with e
luxury at The Oaks. She hoped to
move after one or two paydays.
She looked at the book, not see
ing it. Her mind was out in Mont
rose Manor, seething tonight be-
cause of minor events that she had
observed during the day.
ALI at once she dropped her head
on the table, over the little book,
and cried broken heartedly like the
unhappy person she was.
Social reopening of The Oaks in
Montrose Manor, historic home of
Benjamin w. Merrifield, remained
as the number one news story of
that week, locally.
It outshone a murder or two, a
change in city administration, a
Bella LANAN-COURT r
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The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-02-23
CHAPTER XXI

Norwood stood stock-still, beneath
a Tibetan devil-mask, between two
suits of ancient Indian armor. He
had sent up his card to the Maha-
rance with a request for an imme-
date interview. It was an outra-
geous request, and he knew it. The
palace chamberlain approached
him, stared-stared harder-hesitat-
ed, and then:
Captain Norwood? We had heard
you are, dead!"
eyes. have been wondering who
is sorry I'm not dead. Has the Ma
harajah heard it?"
"No, / believe not. He is rather
inaccessible this evening. And it
was only rumor, unconfrmed yet.
It was thought best not to mention
it to him prematurely. May con-
graduate you on your escape. It
was said that criminals attacked
your camp. I am sincerely"
s'Thanks."
''Your business at the palace? I
think the Maharajah might be
pleased to see you. He has docu-
ment-"
ct have asked to see the Maha-
rance"
ooh, impossible! Captain Nor
wood, please. We have been very
unconventional of late, but"
s'Here comes the servant" said
Norwood.
The servant delivered his mes
sage: the chamberlain accompanied
Norwood upstairs as far as the ante
room that led into the Maharajah's
study:
81 am sure His Highness will be
glad to see you, because of that new
document he has discovered. The at
tendant in the anteroom will an
nounce you. Hee-hee! You may be-
lieve it or not, but I wouldn't dare
to do it.
"Don't mention my name," said
Norwood.
II wouldn't think of it. The doc
tor and / are not cronies. I will
simply say someone went in. ] be-
Eeve you will be admitted. His
Highness spoke of you. ! think he
really wants to see you."
The chamberlain left him. Nor
wood was announced. The Punjabi
stamp salesman was dismissed,
smiling as if he had done good bust
ness. The door closed, and Nor
wood was alone with the Mahara-
JAN.
At last the Maharajah spoke: II
am pleased to receive you, Captain
Norwood, even though the hour is
unusual. You came to speak to me
about he-ah-boundary dispute? I
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-02-23
CHAPTER XIX-Continued.


"I'n talk English to His Highness,"
said Rundhia. "The old sheep shall
do one useful thing before he dies.
You have the poison ready?"
eyes, but this is a crisis" the
Bengal answered. care you in a
fit condition to control crisis? To
me, you seem very nervous. Let
me feel your heartbeat. Why not
postpone this until tomorrow"
Because tomorrow the old sheep
might change his will. I've had
warning from the Resident. BY the
day after tomorrow, they might al
ready have vetoed my succession
to the throne. If he's already dead
they'll let me succeed, to save them
selves trouble. So poison the old
sheep tonight, and take your money
and 60 to the devil. l hope never
see you again. If you fail. I'll take
damned good care you hang!"
"There is no risk of failure, UNI
less you are too excited and behave
;suspiciously."
"Yes, there is" said Rundhia.
"You do as I tell you. Be little
late with his tonic, so that he drinks
it greedily. I'm going in to see him
now. After I come out, you wait
until someone else goes in to see
him.
"But if no one goes?"
81 will take care that someone
does 60. If you give it to him in
someone else's presence, it will look
more innocent. Will he be able to
speak after he drinks eit?"
"No. 1t will paralyze his nerves
Immediately"
Glow long will it take him to
.die?"
perhaps ten minutes. Perhaps
less. It will appear to be heart
failure"
every well then. Where's your
needle? Give me a strong shot"
''No. Not too strong. You must
not get the habit. After this, you
will need your faculties and self
control, if we are not to be found
out. will give you just sufficient
to steady your nerves."
The Maharajah stared, noted the
expression on Rundhia's face when
he entered the room and made a
warning gesture toward the Punjabi
stamp salesman.
''Can he understand English"
Rundhia demanded.
81 believe not
"Well, I will speak English. If
he does understand it, it won't much
matter. I want you to call up the
Resident and demand the immedi-
ate arrest of Captain Norwood"
"Why?" asked the Maharajah.
''He has not only taken a bride
from the priests, as you already
know"
81 have heard it said"
'You know it's true. And now he
has assaulted me. He knocked me
out with a punch in the face"
''Were you drunk" asked the Ma
harajah. And, before Rundhia could
answer: SIT would be beneath my
dignity to ask the Resident to take
official cognizance of a brawl be-
tween two drunkards."
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-02-23
Algae' Worry Scientists Seeking Pure Water Supply

Supplying pure, good-tasting wa
ter to a modern city has its ups and
downs. One of the biggest clowns"
is the sudden appearance of smell
or taste suggesting moldy base
ments, cucumbers, pig pens or long
dead fishes. This means that algae
is in the reservoir and instead of
calling the police with drag-net,
the trouble shooters at the water
works 60 hunting with microscope.
Algae are the simplest and most
ancient forms of plant life. They
do not bother drinking water as long
as they behave themselves. Usually
they are taken care of by filtration
and other publication. But, like any
crowd, there is always smart aleck
or two. That is when the superin-
tendent of the reservoir has his wor-
ries.
Nearly every city water system
that draws its supply from surface
reservoirs must be guarded con-
stantly against sudden invasions of
such algae and their relatives,
writes Walter E. Burton in Nature
Magazine. The chemist at the wa
ter works keeps a rogue's gallery
of photomicrographs of the Offend
ers. Once they are identified he
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-02-23

starts in to round them up-and out.
One of the most offensive algae-
Reservoir Enemy No. lis Synura
Uvella. He is two-tailed creature
that likes to travel in gangs of so
or so. Such bunch, magnified 600
times, makes a spot about the size
of quarter. Three of these gangs
in a gallon of water will make it
taste pretty awful-some say like
geraniums; others like dead fish.
Synura loves the cold, so is specially
offensive in winter.
Anabaena is good-looking algae-
under the microscope-with cells ar
ranged in graceful curlicues. How
ever, it creates an odor and taste
described as GRASSY, moldy and
vile." Asterionella adds the delight
full touch of a pig-pen odor to the
reservoir water, and it, too, is pref
ty, with its cells arranged like a
star.
These and other public water enc
mics are one reason why you have
water bill to pay. Just as you need
a police department to protect you,
so you need the men at the water
works, particularly the trained
chemists, to keep the water pure
and tasty.
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-02-23
cast ann We5T
By TALBOT MuNDY
oTALBor MuNDY-WNU SERVICE

You must meet Captain Norwood in
my presence, and the Mahara-
nee's, and you must say to him per-
sonally that you withdraw. I won't
ask you to beg his pardon, because
I won't do that. I won't speak to
him. But I insist on your behaving
like a man."
The Maharanee spoke suddenly
with a ring of command in her
voice:
"Rundhia, go to the table and
writei"
Rundhia went to the table. Lynn
sat down beside the Maharanee:
"Maharanee dear, you must be
my wise friend, for / am all in the
dark. / feel so western and so lone
ly, and l don't know whether I am
doing right or wrong. But ! will
do my best"
Lynn"
Lynn interrupted her: "Will you
make me a promise? Will you new
er, never tell Captain Norwood why
/ married Rundhia? Will you keep
it a secret?"
The Maharanee was silent for
nearly a minute. She was not quite
dry-eyed. She spoke suddenly, low
voiced:
Lynn, do you love Captain Nor
wood?"
"Maharanee dear, ! have prom
ised to marry Rundhia."
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-02-23

manded Norwood's arrest. His High
ness your husband, my revered and
beloved uncle, refused. Lynn must
decide"
Decide what?" Lynn asked.
Rundhia looked strangely at her.
"Does he live or die? It was be-
cause you were there that Norwood
struck me. I hadn't offered to strike
him. There is only one possible re-
tort to that insult-unless you for
bid. That is what you must decide
now. Lynn, / have offered you my
heart and the throne Of Kadur.
What is your answer"
Lynn" said the Maharanee-and
stopped speaking.
There was knock at the door. A
servant entered:
Captain Norwood sahibl He
waits. He begs leave to speak to
Her Highness the Maharanee. Cap
tain Norwood says his business is
very urgent"
IT will not see Captain Norwood"
said the Maharanee. "This is no
hour for me to receive him." She
stared at Rundhia. Then, slowly, to
the servant: sTell Captain Norwood
he should ask for His Highness my
husband. l will send word to His
Highness, asking him to receive
Captain Norwood"
The servant vanished.
Lynn got up out of her chair. She
looked desperate but perfectly calm.
Lynn darling" said the Maha-
rance.
Rundhia interrupted: 'Norwood's
fate is in your hands. I will do any
thing for you-if-"
s'If what, Rundhia?"
eff you accept my love-"
81 don't love you," she answered.
accept my love. My love will
make you love mel"
IF not?" Lynn asked.
81 will kill Norwood. After that,
l will let happen what may. If my
love means nothing, I will trample
it into oblivion. Yes or no, Lynn"
"Rundhia." Lynn's voice was as
quiet and controlled as if she were
facing death. "The barrier between
you and me is your laugh when you
boosted of Captain Norwood's ruin.
You promised me that you would
do your best to clear him. Did your"
NO." said Rundhia. ''But if you
will marry me, will. ! viii accept
your promise. ] don't believe you
know how to break one. / viii keep
mine"
.Rundhia." said Lynn, 81 will
promise to marry you, if you will
write, and sign, a retraction of any
and all accusations against Captain
Norwood. You must put it in the
form of letter to the British Resi-
dent, and it must be witnessed by
the Maharanee and the Maharajah.
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-02-23
CHAPTER Xxx

Lynn changed from the Indian cos
tune. She entered the Maharanee's
boudoir in chiffon evening gown.
"Please don't get up, Maharanee
dear. You treat me as if I were
royalty and you subject or some
thing"
'Why did you change your dress,
Lynn? You looked so charming in"
'Oh, this dress feels more honest
somehow. mean more like my
real colors. Maharanee dear, I'm
afraid I'm all upset. I'm not fit to
talk to-"
Lynn dear, what has happened?"
'Rundhia made love to me, and /
wasn't even polite to him. Captain
Norwood came, and punched Run
dhia-he knocked him off the wall.
! thought he had killed him. Oh,
why do keep on getting other peo-
pie into troubled"
The Maharanee's worried face
seemed to age under Lynn's eyes:
Lynn, did he hurt Rundhia bad
ly?"
No, think not. Rundhia walked
away"
Ibid you speak to Captain Nor
wood?"
eyes, I insulted him. / did it
thoroughly. / suppose I shouldn't
have, since it was who injured
him. But l couldn't help it. He
tore up my letter, SO tore up his.
/ am not meek by nature. I'm not
good at pretending"
Sand Rundhia wasn't hurt? You
are sure?"
Captain Norwood went down off
the wall to look. 1t wasn't long be-
fore Rundhia walked away. I don't
know why he didn't come back and
face Captain Norwood, but perhaps
he was too stunned by being knocked
off the wall. Rundhia didn't behave
very WELL"
''He needs you, Lynn"
Lynn laughed itter-c ontemptu-
Gus: 'sNeeds me? need a friend.
Rundhia is"
'Be strong" said the Maharanee.
II am your friend"
Eyes, bless you'll Rundhia seemed
strong" Lynn said. "And he talked
like perfect lover. / had almost
begun to believe he can love. And