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Evening star., 1941-11-23

1t was empty except for Bill Stafford,
who didn't really count because he
never went to dances. But she awarded
even Bill a demure and mischievous
glance. He was hunched over a large
tome, and she said flippantly, "You
must be very fond of history, Mr..
Stafford
That made Don really mad. Bill
was president of DKE, and captain of
football. and everyone knew he didn't
care about girls. He was the most ad-
mired and unattainable man on the
campus. and you just didn't speak to
him in that tone. 'Snap out of it.
Christie" he whispered.
Snap out of what?" she asked in
loud voice. You're so childish to-
night. Don. can't imagine what's
gotten into you"
And l don't know what's gotten
into you." He sounded more miserable
than mad now. 1T was all right the
last date we had together. Christie"
lou mean that scintillating excur-
sion to the movies, Don? During
which my slim, small hand rested in
your manly one?"
Don looked dumbfounded. She saw
that even the great Bill Stafford had
stopped reading and was watching her
over his history book. Ordinarily that
in itself would have paralyzed her into
silence. But not tonight. Tonight she
didn't care - nothing mattered be-
yond showing Don, and showing her.
self, how hard and amused and
invulnerable she was. They had held
hands, and she had looked up at Don,
in the dimness of the movie house,
and seen his straight, smooth profile.
and been crazy about him -. And all
the time there was this other girl he
was engaged to. All the time he was
pretending, and doing a fine job of
it T.. She sighed deeply. That was
surely memorable OCCASION" she
said.
II - thought it was," he said in
Evening star., 1941-11-23
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JILTED
Coniinvsd from poss twelve

very tall and thin, who cut in regularly
every ten minutes, and told her that
that was his system when he found a
girl who was too popular.
When Don got a chance at few
steps around the floor she forgot to
listen to what he said. and had anus
ing jokes with boys in the stag line.
More than once she had to stop dane
ing to finish whispered conversations
that had been interrupted. "Just a
minute, Don." she'd say, and pull
away from him. jigging her feet in
perfect rhythm. and listen to what
someone else simply had to tell her.
+ NALLY Don said, whats the mat
ter? Do bore you or something?"
She didn't answer; she was too busy
humming to the swing that crashed
through the room.
Don't you like me tonight?" he
asked.
Mot much," she said brightly.
Somehow or other. can't seem to-"
Come on, let's get out of here and
talk" He took her into small smok-
ing room, and she followed with a
backward glance at the floor. MY
favorite tune" she said.
ITO hell with the tune"
Don opened the door of the room.
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two sandwiches and that glass of
punch that are soon to be borne down
upon U.S."
Christie laughed. 1t was a high,
sweet laugh, no effort at all. "You look
quite equal to the problem" she said.
She felt his eyes on her face. and won
dered if the lipstick had rubbed off,
and whether her nose was shiny; then
suddenly she didn't care, or else she
knew from the way he smiled that
everything was fine. 1t was such
natural smile, and it wove spell be-
tween them Christie Ames, I
have it,! he said. you've made that
poor boy grovel long enough. I'm glad
you did, it's very good for him. But
now for his sake, and his alone, I'll
show you the secret door in the book
case
my goodnessr' she said sunnily.
Are you sure you trust me?"
81 trust you. There's something
about gray eyes-haven't you heard?
Honest gray eyes and an honest heart.
Come on"
She stood up. She thought: He
seems older than college boy. Older
than anyone I've gone out with" He
was making kind of conspiracy of it,
and she watched breathlessly while he
tip-toed across the room. pressed his
finger against button, and let a panel
of books swing open.
Come on. i" he whispered. He helped
her over the threshold. pulled the door
to behind him. And at that very
moment they heard Don's voice CALL
ing, Christie! Good gosh, Christie,
where are you?''
They both shook with laughter.
Bill leaned against the wall in the
narrow hall. and his laugh was a
joyous rumble. But finally he took her
hand. Come on" he said. don
knows the combination too. Our cue
is to saunter nonchalantly onto the
veranda."
She followed him, and they saun-
CONTINUED on poss 21)
Evening star., 1941-11-23

and put on an act -d do something
that would show them all how SUBJ
timely indifferent she was :. If only
she and Don didn't have such fun
together. If only he hadn't made her
feel. for the first time in her life, so
special, and looked-out-for, and i'm
portant!
But she mustn't think like that now.
not yet, not until She d shown them. .
She kept remembering that when she
was getting ready for the dance.
Ginny was there. helping her. and
waiting. of course. for a break in the
lilt she'd invented for her voice. But
there wasn't any break. and not a
sign of a crack in the foolish grin on
her face.
I've never seen you so full of pep"
Ginny said. You'll have the boys in a
heap. Christie. And you really look
lovely!'
Christie surveyed herself in the mir
ror. and she wished the reflection we're
more spectacular. But maybe some of
the boys in the DKE House liked the
small. gray-eyed type of girl. Don did
or at least she'd thought he did. He
said she had the kind of Titan hair
that looked sunny in the shade, and
lashes so long you could tangle in
them =. He'd said all that and she'd
believed him! But now she wished the
reflection were more daring. somehow.
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confusion. 81 mean, l enjoyed it,
Christie"
"Of course you did. darling!' She
let her gray eyes rest for brief.
bemused moment on his face, then
f1icked with finger and thumb the pin
that dangled from her dress. "And
that other time, Don. when you be-
slowed this trophy on me. There was
half a moon, remember, peering at us
over the trees? And a soft, April
feeling in the air"
She sighed again. ''Very romantic,
calls it."
'But don't you like the pun. Christie?
What's happened all of sudden?"
Don demanded.
She opened her eyes wide in sur
prise. 'tOf course l like it! Wasn't l
just trying to express my apprecia-
ton? And now, dear boy, will you
please 60 get me one of those glasses
of punch. and two little sandwiches. I
feel the urge"
Don stumbled to his feet like an
amazed automaton. "All right" he
muttered. But you stay here. Don't
60 running out on me-.
Run out on you? Why should 1,
when I'm so thirsty. and having such
a good time right herer
He nodded glumly, but took the pre-
caution of closing the door behind
him, as though that would somehow
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he returned.
She made a face at the
closed door. and Bill Staf-
ford numbered to his feet.
He was immensely tall and
big, with a square, rugged
face, and friendly brown
eyes that were amused and
interested now. Hello,
Christie" he said. Mind
if I keep you company dur
ing this fleeting moment
of soitude?"
She smiled happily. not
realizing that the act had
ceased to be an act; that
she felt as she had tried to
appear-lmmune and quiet
and at ease. Hello, Bill"
she said. ''Did the history
pall?"
He nodded seriously.
The history palled. Chris
tie what? Smith College?"
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"Well," he said, now
that that's settled, leave me
undisturbed until I settle
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OUN Was WdlIlH& WIFI Tic OlIlcI UOyS
on the steps of the house. When she
saw him her heart leapt. from habit.
into tattoo of excitement, and then
curled abruptly into scorn. His pose
was SO very accomplished! The ad-
miration in his blue eyes. the hand
raised in salute. then quickly extended
to help her down, the easy words of
fattery. Yesterday she would have
believed it all. The way he said. Lets
skip the dance don't know if l want
to share you even for moment!'
Yesterday she would have been
excited, and little shy. and would
have chung to Don timidly. But now
she let her feet tap in time to the
music, and turned away, surveying
the room appraisingly. Her gray eyes
looked over the field. They fingered on
this or that boy who seemed un-
attached. Her mouth smiled, her
throat ached. she tipped off her taf-
feta Jacket and handed it over her
shoulder to Don - exchanging glances
with a brown-eyed boy at the foot of
the stairs.
Instantly, as though propelled by
some hidden force, the strange boy
walked across to her. MAY l have
this dance?" he asked. and swung her
off into the room where they were
dancing. The strange boy held her too
close, and she didn't like his looks. But
she had caught the surprise in Don's
eyes, so she began talking happily.
She tilted her head back. Look out
for my bug" she said, mocking. HE
might bite, you know!'
Il wouldn't mind"
She let her lashes fall demurely, and
from under them she saw Don start
across the floor. But someone got
ahead of him "a blond boy. That
started the rush. The blond boy. and
another with freckles, and another,
Evening star., 1941-11-23

one had done her best.
She was wearing the new
dress of amber net, with
sparkles of gold on the
short. shirred sleeves. and a
taffeta jacket. She had a
tiny gold beetle in her hair.
Her lips were Specialize
brightest she could find.
And just below the sheer
neck line of her dress hung
the black and silver of the
DkE pin. with its diamond
sparkling in the center.
"Goodby. Ginny!" she
called happily. ''See you at
dawn
Which was silly, because
the girls all went over in the
bus. and came back at an
appointed time. That ride
with the others could be fun
when you felt sure of your
selfand confident. But when
you were vulnerable, and
had just heard that Don
was a two-timer de luxe,
playing a neat little game
because some other girl hap
pened to be too far away -.
When you had just heard
that, you became the gay
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Evening star., 1941-12-15
Dr.. Loren johnson, 66,
Noted Psychiatrist,
Civic Leader Dies
Member of Many Medical
Organizations; Funeral
Set for Tomorrow

DR.. Loren Bascom Taber johnson,
66, prominent psychiatrist and civic
leader here, died early yesterday in
Emergency Hospital after three
week illness. For the last three
years he had been retired from
active practice because of poor
health, but he continued to take
part in civic affairs.
He was a native of Washington.
From 1882 to 1884 he was a member
of the District Board of Indeter-
inmate Sentence and Parole. A ma
tionally known psychiatrist, he was
head of st. Elizabeth's Hospital
model parole system.
He was educated at Friends School
here, Worcester Academy and Yale
University, where he received his
M. D. degree. He also attended
Georgetown University. DR.. john
son began practice here in 1901 and
specialized in psychiatric pediatricS.
He was a psychiatrist for Childrens
and Garfield Hospitals and was an
associate professor of psyco-
pediatrics at Georgetown University
Served In Two Wars.
He was the author of numerous
papers dealing with psychiatric
problems.
During the American War
he served as a volunteer midship-
man. He became a contract surgeon
Evening star., 1941-12-15
John F. Wilkins Dies;
Former Publisher
Of Washington Post
Was Head Of Newspaper
Until Family Sold
Interests to Mclean

John F. Wilkins, SO, former pub
Usher of the Washington Post, died
at 8 am. today at his home at
1700 Massachusetts avenue NV. He
had been in i'll health for some
time.
Mr.. wilkins was born December
6, 1872, the son of Beriah wilkins,
former part owner Of the Post. A
graduate of Princeton University in
1894, he was associated with the
Post in various capacities until the
wilkins family interest in the paper
was sold to the late John R. Nc
Lean, former publisher.
Since then, Mr.. wilkins had been
associated with several business
enterprises, and in later years had
been devoting his attention mainly
to the management Of his proper
ties, including large holdings of real
estate.
Worked as Reporter.
Mr.. Wilkins displayed an early
interest in journalism while at the
university, where for two years he
was on the staff of the Daily Prince
tonian. After graduation he worked
with the Post as reporter, sports
editor, assistant city editor, man
ager of the Weekly Post, secretary
of the company, and later pub
Usher. At one time he was listed as
the youngest newspaper publisher
in the business. Loyal to his alma
mater, Mr.. Wilkins for many years
returned annually for reunions.
Among the business affairs to
which Mr.. wilkins devoted himself
after sale of the newspaper interests
were the Randolph Hotel Co., OF
which he was president; the Wash
ington Fertilizer Co., of which he
was president; the Potomac Realty
Co.. of which he was secretary: Ma
tional Metropolitan Bank, of which
he was a director. and the Wash.
ington Stock Exchange, of which he
was member.
Mr.. Wilkins married Miss JULIA
Crittenden Harris of Richmond. Be-
sides his widow he is survived by
two children, John F. Wilkins, jr.,
and Mrs. John L. Newbold, jr., both
of this city. There are two grand
children, John and Fleming New
bold.
Headed Chevy Chase Club.
At the time of his death Mr..
Wilkins was a director of the Amer
1can Security & Trust Co. He was
formerly president of the Chevy
Chase Club, and a governor Of the
Metropolitan Club, a member of the
Brook Club of New York City and
the Alibi Club here. At Princeton
he belonged to the Ivy Club.
During the World War he was
director of the War Information
Bureau and chief of the Stored Ma
terialS Division, both of the Council
of National Defense.
Mr.. Wilkins lived during the win
ter at his home, 1700 Massachusetts
avenue. and during the summer at
his estate. Norwood, about one mile
south of Rockville.
Funeral services will be held at :
pm. tomorrow in st. Johns Epis-
copal Church, Sixteenth and n
streets NV. Burial will be in Rock
Creek Cemetery. Interment will be
private.
Evening star., 1941-12-15
Mrs. Sarah Brooks,
Wife Of Retired
Star Reporter, Dies
Rites Will Be Held at
St. Thomas the Apostle
Church Tomorrow

Mrs. Sarah McNantz Brooks, wife
of T. Howard Brooks, retired re-
porter of The Star, died yesterday
at her home. 1921 Twenty-eighth
street NV, after long illness.
Funeral services will be held at
$50 am. tomorrow at ST. Thomas
the Apostle Church, with burial in
Cedar Hill Cemetery.
Mrs. Brooks was native of Wash
ington, the daughter of the late Mr..
and Mrs. Patrick Henry McNantz.
She was educated in the public
schools here and taught school until
her marriage in 1897.
In addition to her husband, she
is survived by a son, DR.. Richmond
A. Brooks; four nieces, Mrs. Louise
Underwood, Mrs. Lee Sudworth, Miss
Anne Repetti and Miss Louise Re-
petit, and seven nephews, Frank,
Charles and Harry Underwood, and
Joseph, Fred, Vincent and Edward
Repetti.
Evening star., 1941-12-15
Services 10 Be Held
For lie Claire Hoover
AT O'Clock Tonight
Body Of Retired F. T. c.
OfficioI Will Be Sent
To Youngstown, Ohio

Funeral services for LIE Claire Hoo
yer, retired chief accountant of the
Federal Trade Commission, who died
here Saturday, will be held at 7
o'clock tonight at the S. H. Hines
Co. funeral home, 2901 Fourteenth
street NV.
His body will be sent to Youngs-
town, Ohio, where other services
will be held at pm. tomorrow. He
will be buried in Oak Hill Cemetery
there.
Mr.. Hoover was called to Washing
ton in 1907 at the request of James
Rudolph Garfield, first commissioner
of corporations and later Secretary
of the Interior. He served as prin-
cipal accountant for the Bureau of
Corporations and Federal Trade
Commission for nearly 35 years. He
was chief accountant for the Trade
Commission from about 1926 until
his retirement October l, 1910.
Because of his ability as an ac-
countant, he was placed under civil
service by President Theodore Roose-
velt and was given an indefinite ex-
tension on reaching retirement age,
by President Hoover.
He was born in Muscatine, Iowa
September 9, 1859. AS a boy he
moved to youngstown, where he
graduated from high school. Mr.
Hoover took position as bookkeep-
er for the youngstown Rolling Mills
and was associated with George and
Henry Wick and William H. Bald
win. early leaders in the youngstown
steel industry. He later was Secre-
tary-treasurer of the Tennessee Coal
g. Iron Co., until it was taken over
by the United States Steel Corp. in
the panic of 1907.
Mr.. Hoover is survived by his
widow, Mrs Annie E. Hoover, and a
daughter, Miss Louise Hoover. He
made his home at 1880 Seventeenth
street NV.
Evening star., 1941-12-15

with the rank of first lieutenant and
later captain in the United States
Volunteer Medical Corps and served
in the Philippines. During the World
War he was captain in the Medical
Corps, specializing in psychiatry.
He was a director and vice presi-
dent of the Fairfax and Alexandria
Building Association and for 10
years, until 1924, was its president.
He was member of the District
Medical Society and the American
Medical Association, and was a
former president of the Clinico
Pathological Society as well as the
Nervous and Mental Disease Associa-
ton. He belonged to the American
Psychiatric Association and Phi Beta
Pi Fraternity.
Active in Civic Groups.
He was president of the Washing
ton Institute of Mental Hygiene at
the time of his death and was a
member of the Executive Committee
of the Community Chest as well as
being a board member of the Chill
dren's Protective Association. He
was also a member of the Society of
Mayfower Descendants and the Sons
of the American Revolution.
An active golfer, he belonged to
the Hole in One Club and was a di-
rector of the Chevy Chase Club.
He belonged to the Cosmos Club
here and was a past president of
the Southwest Harbor (Me) Coun-
try Club.
Funeral Set Tomorrow.
Besides his widow, the former
Cecilia Catherine Kennedy, he is
survived by a daughter, Mrs. David
S. Barry, jr.; brother, Bascom
johnson, and four grandchildren.
His home here was at 1900 Twenty
fourth street NV.
Funeral services will be held
at the family home at 2 pm. to-
morrow with Canon Albert Lucas,
headmaster of st. Adams School,
officiating. He will be buried in
Rock Greek Cemetery.
Pallbearers named were: DR.. John
w. Burke, DR.. John A. Talbot, DR..
Louis Greene, DR.. William E. Clark,
Rozier Dulany, DR.. William b.
Mason, DR.. Matthew w. Perry, John
Tyssowski, DR.. Harry Kerr, DR..
Lewis Ecker and DR.. Cabell Moore.
Evening star., 1941-12-15
Charles N. Howell ST.,
Democratic Leader, Dies

Charles M. Howell, sr., 68, attor-
ney and former chairman of the
Missouri State Democratic Commit
tee, died yesterday at Johns Hop
kins Hospital in Baltimore. He was
the father of Mrs. Nathan D. Scott,
II, of Washington.
Mr.. Howell had been i'll for more
than year and had been patient in
the hospital since August. Death was
said to have been caused by an abb
dominal ailment. The body has been
sent to Kansas City, Mo-, for funeral
services and burial.
Besides his daughter, he leaves his
widow; a son, Charles M. Howell, jr.
and a brother, Daniel V. Howell
Kansas City.