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Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13

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Score by innings:
Easton .2O353O1OOO-14
Milford .20223500O0-14
Errors: McKinnon, Hayden,
Price, Kobeski. Runs batted in:
Greenwald z, Harrigan 2, Price.
Gruber 2, Schaedler, Kobeski, Day,
McKinnon 8, Solomon 8, Ippilito q,
Okpych. Gunnin, Flesland. Two
base hits: McKinnon, Greenwald Q,
w. Carey, Ippilito. Home runs:
Greenwald 2, Gruber. Stolen bases:
Flesland, Harrigan, McKinnon, Sol
omon. Double play: Harrigan to
to Schaedler. Left on
bases: Easton 8, Milford Ia. Bases
on balls: OF Cisgen 5, Murray 1,
Hayden 4, Okpych 2, Boland 1.
Struck, out: BY Cisgen 8, Smith /,
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13

IF A STRANGER asks what is
the best place in town to buy
things. he is usually directed to
some well advertised store.
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13
Economic HighIights

happenings That ASect The Dinner Pals.
Dividend Cheeks And Tax Bills OF Every
individual; National And international
Problems Enseparsbis From Local Welfare
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13

clinching the game. The rally was
featured by Harrigan's double with
the bases loaded.
The box score:
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13

Milford .2OOOOOO2S-7
Easton ... .O0O2OOO20-4
Errors: McKinnon, Denof 2, Ku-
buski 2. Runs batted in; McKinnon,
Harrigan 2, Price, Solomon 2, War
rem, Greenwald, Carey. Two-base
hits: McKinnon 2, Kubuski. Three
base hits: Harrigan, Warren. Sac
rifices: Solomon, Boland. Left on
bases: Easton 3, Milford z. Bases
on balls: OFF Annis 1, Boland 2.
Struck out: By Annis 1, Boland 13.
Hits: Off Annis in 8, Smith in
1. Wild pitches: Annis, Boland. Los
ing pitcher: Annis. Umpires: Hor-
sey and Mcdonald. Time-1:4S.
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13
EASTERN SHORE LEAGUE
STANDINGS
LAST WEEKS RESULTS
Thursdays Results
All games postponed, rain.
FRIDAYS Results

All games postponed, rain.
Fridays Results
fredericksburg, 4; Cambridge. 2.
Easton, z: Salisbury, 1.
Milford, 8; Centreville, O.
Saturdays Results
Milford, O.; fredericksburg, 0.
Centreville, q; Easton, 1.
Salisbury, q; Cambridge, 1.
Sundays Results
Milford, 12; fredericksburg, 3.
Easton, A: Centreville, l.
Cambridge, 8; Salisbury, first
game).
Salisbury. 4; Cambridge. (sec-
ond game.)
Mondays Results
Easton, o; Milford, 0.
Only game scheduled.
Tuesdays Results
Salisbury, 6 fredericksburg. 2.
Centreville. q; Cambridge, 6.
Milford, IA; Easton, IA (tie, call
ed end of tenth inning).
Wednesdays Results
Cambridge, s; Centreville, first
centreville. 4; Cambridge, (sec-
ond game).
Milford, z; Easton, 4.
fredericksburg, 1; Salisbury, 0 -(12
lnning).
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13
Totals /. .42 L II 81 i
fredericksburg

Milford . =. .N.OzO71UO liz
fredericksburg .102OO0OO0-3
Errors: Tennant, Cunning, Lewis,
Mulligan, Perfetti, DiAmbrosia,
Forwood. Runs batted in: Klaus,
Harrigan 4, Schaedler, Lewis, Gun
ming 3, Flesland, Okpych. Two-base
hits: Klaus, Harrigan. Three-base
hit: Tenant Home runs: Harrl-
gan, Schaedler. Stolen bases: Klaus,
Mulligan, McKinnon. Left on bases;
Milford 7, fredericksburg 10. Struck
out: By Okpych 4, McGlaughin 2,
BeechkO 2. Hits: on mclaughlin 6
in 3 2-3, Beechko in 1-3. Hit by
pitch: BY Beechko (Okpych). Wild
pitches: Okpych, Beechko. Losing
pitcher: mclaughlin. Umpires:
Ekaitis and Haupt. Time of game
1857.
Yanks Blanks Giants
Charlie Haag hurled alright ball
at Easton Monday night, tanning
IA and allowing only three hits, all
singles, as the Easton Yankees
shut out the pace-setting Milford
Giants, 8 to 0, in an Eastern Shore
League game.
The contest was the lone one
played in the circuit.
The triumph was the third for
Easton over the Giants who have |
lost only five in 10 games played to
date.
Hal Levine the Milford starter
was wild and gave way to Walker.
Day provided the batting feature
with triple in the fourth with the
bases loaded.
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13

ErrOrs: MacrOnitiS 2, FIesIand 2.
DiAmbrosia 2. Runs batted in; Har-
rlgan, Price. Two-base hit: Mocek.
Three-base hit: Workman. Stolen
base: Price. Double plays: Macro-
nitis to Walls to Dicaesre, DIAM
brosia to McKinnon to Schaedler.
Left on bases: Milford 10. Centre
vile Z. Bases on balls: OFF Hayden
8. Jones 8. Struck out: By Hayden
6. Jones 8. Hit by pitcher: By Jones
(FlesIand). Umpires: Horsey and
Mcnnnald Timo-1.3A
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13
MIIfOTd DOWns The A's

Lefty Bill Boland, Milford mound
ace, chalked up his seventh straight
win of the current season with 8
to 0 shut-out victory over the Fed
eralsburg Athletics at Milford last
Saturday night. Boland was mas
ter of the situation throughout, al
lowing the Feds scattered hits
and retiring nine batters via the
strikeout route.
His teammates unleashed pow
erful 13 hit attack that put the
game on the win side of the ledger
early in the fray.
The box score:
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13

-OUO-
The new tax bill, as proposed by
the Treasury, was a great deal
sitter than early reports indicated,
and most columns, including this
one, erred on the side of under
statement when forecasting what it
was to involve. ~
In the lower and middle income
brackets, the Treasury proposal
would up income taxes in the
neighborhood of 900 per cent. The
bill also involves a large number
of excise taxes ON various commod-
tiles.
The tax bill would do more than
raise money. 1t would hold down
consumer purchasing power, which
would be a bar against imitation,
and which would indirectly pre-
vent materials needed for war pur-
poses being used for consumers
goods purposes.
Milford chronicle., 1941-06-13
Totals AZ IA Is 80 8

dDdtICU IUT OhpyOII III HIIItII
Score by innings:
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-23
IN love
By
H6z6en Coping M1u6

trunks. and glooming unhappily into his shaw
ing mirror
She did not know that she had grown up
too suddenly; that a month without her had
taught Jeff too many things that he did not
wish to know-things that hurt like the devil
and were made poignant whenever he
looked at her - at her pansy-blue eyes behind
the bronze net of her lashes at her sun-gold
arms and the strong sweetness of her mouth.
She did not know that Jeff was fighting
to keep himself from falling in love with her,
and not doing very well at t-doing very
badly as matter of fact. So badly that he
surveyed the sea and the sky this morning
and the Honolulu Daisy. riding at her moor
ing with dull sort of Indifference
? At the breakfast table Emory Mallard was
attacking huge bowl of brown porridge and
reading the market reports, with the paper
propped against pitcher.
Hello" he said as Rosemary came in,
you look very adequate and nautical this
morning. hope you don't get those cute
pants wet"
IT won't" Rosemary said briefly. I'm
not going out. I'm decorating that float
timing the course, your job"
"Oh. yes" he returned to the paper
promptly, II forgot to tell Jeff that I'd be
watching the races from the shore Mrs.
Patrick hasn't seen a regatta so l suppose
she'll be putting one in her next book"
IF you're taking a lady out in the
Comtesse Sergeant hope you'll have Kehoe
clean the fish scales and orange seeds out of
it. You could take my car if you'd rather.
The top goes down-its easier to see"
II might do that. I haven't thought much
about it, as a matter of fact"
For a man who hasn't thought much
about it you've gotten yourself up very beau
tifully. That's a new suit, isn't it?"
Like it ?" he extended his arm. squirting
down the crease of the sleeve with the naivete
of little boy
Love it," said Rosemary, briefly. Then
suddenly she gripped his head between her
hands and pressing it against her breast
kissed the grazing lock on the crown. He was
dear Il love you much, Sergeant" she
said hoarsely, II love you so much-and
haven't any one ese-in the world"
He pulled her fingers around to his lips
and kissed them a trifle absently. His voice
was casual and detached but she sensed
kind of defensiveness under it,
why all this emotional outbreak" he
asked bit too gayly, us there something on
your~mind Have you fallen for one of Vicki's
handsome polo players ?"
She let her hands fall No" she said
patiently, Il told you hadn't fallen in love
with any one. We're so happy-the way we
are. don't want changes"
He turned over the paper, spooned coffee
from his cup and tasted It, at seems to me-
Rosette. that you're getting a bit worked up
about nothing at all"
She sat down and began her breakfast.
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Iytf0w about going with me 10 the races -
David Patrick asked attractive Rose
mary Mallard as they walked along the Florida
beach.
I'D like to, but I've promised Jeff to help
him sail the Daisy. 1t takes two you know.
l go for ballast"
This conversation occurred the evening fol-.
lowing Rosemarys arrival at the Florida home
of Emory. her father with whom she lived.
after a months visit in Washington with her
pleasure-loving divorced mother
Mrs Mallard called Vicki, had urged her
to marry Haynes Hills, a young man with
wealth and background. She brushed the idea
aside and even refused Haynes plea to stay
over for house party on his Virginia estate.
She was eager to leave to help Jeff Lane sail
his boat and started back alone in her car.
Her father met her at Savannah and asked
why she didn't marry Jeff who was managing
a small fruit business for him. but she laughed
at the idea of Jeff's being in love with her.
Then Emory surprised her with news that
he had rented a cottage on their place to
Lorna Patrick, a widow and her David.
She sensed a change in Emory and feared
that Lorna might threaten her companionship
with him Immediately on reaching home, she
rushed up to Jeff who was painting his boat.
Jeff. jeff" she cried aren't you glad to see
me?" Jeff, concealing how much he had
refused her request for information about the
Patricks and Emory she was little hurt and
rebuked him.
After she left, she met David by accident
who told her Emory had invited Lorna and
him to dinner. Then, to her dismay she found
that Jeff wasn't coming. During the dinner
her fathers interest in Lorna was only too
apparent and she went out with David to hunt
up Jeff. II then David asked her to go
to the races with him.
They found Jeff in his little house and
Rosemary got shock when he asked David
to help sail the boat, RELOCATING her to the
post of timekeeper on the float. Later, she
faced the mirror in her ROOM II had two men
and I've lost them both. Something must be
wrong with me-" she said aloud
Meanwhile Haynes had gone on with his
Virginia house party at which Rosemary's
mother was present. She had previously
learned from her daughter that Jeff was lust
a good friend. but she was worried and when
she discovered that Miles Crawford a guest
at the party. had once met Jeff Lane and
recollected vaguely something about him in
the papers, she begged him TO dig up the
whole story. Il must know" she said its
frightfully important" Crawford promised to
help her.
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going to be hot. And put on the green linen
runners"
Georges eyes widened and became dark
wells of anxiety Miss Rosie" her clutch
frightened that lady-she's fixin' to git the
boss. She's fixin to git him sure. You amt
been here like have since she moved in over
yonder She's goin' to git him in spite of
everything!
"Georgie-hush," Rosemary clapped her
fingers over the dark, shaking lips Her own
panic seemed to come alive and grimace hor-
ribly, clothed in the old woman's rushing
words. George. don't say it. can't listen. 1
won't listen" she broke away from the de-
tanning hands and ran.
At Jeff Lanes gate she stopped and gripped
her fingers into fists, drawing deep breaths
steadying herself. Then she walked calmly up
the path, making herself move with delibera-
ton, getting her eyes and voice under control.
Jeff and David Patrick were on the porch
rubbing neatsfoot oil into the soles of their
shoes. Rosemary snapped to naval salute.
Ensign Mallard reporting, Captain"
Jeff grinned at her. Hello All present
and accounted for, 1 see. And here's the
watch" He handed her the heavy old nickel
time piece. Though we're going to be so far
ahead of those other fellows it won't matter
what our time is"
"Will she run with so little wind Jeff"
"She doesn't need wind Breathe on her.
the way she's rugged and she'll fly. You can
bet all your pocket money on her, lady"
Il haven't any money-but the Daisy's part
mine, jeff She's got to win"
Have no fear, senorita--we'll bring her
in ahead of the field or we'll sink her and our
selves in the deep blue sea" David Patrick
looked more like Viking than ever with his
brown chest bare and his gray eyes warm and
shining With laughter. He had pulled back his
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-23
(And Now Go on With the Story.)
VII
rHE morning was hot.

- HE morning was hot.
Not enough wind, Rosemary worried as
she opened her screen and held damp
finger out to the air. Glass water-the sailors
abomination, and little scattered cats paw
gusts that probably foretold storms later.
She put on her bathing suit. and then
remembered that she not sailing today.
so she took If off again and dressed herself
in clean duck Stacks and little silk shirt with
a red anchor on the pocket. The little hurt
came again. but she put it down with fierce
pride and a little flare of anger came to scar
the wound
II Jeff did not want her she would not
whine nor pout nor wall She did not know
that in his own room Jeff was pulling a pair
Of cotton trousers on over his swimming
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-23
on,

Somehow he had receded from her she
could not find nor touch him. And there
was no use saying anything-no use at all.
George had brought slices of oranges in
chilled glass bowl. brown toast with the
crusts cut off as she liked it. Rosemary
caught the black woman's eyes briefly, and
thought that old George was looking for
comfort too, but George looked away
quickly grumbling about the weather.
Amt no good today. Too hot Looks
like Summer got here too quick"
'Win there be people here for lunch,
Sergeant ?" Rosemary asked, you'd better
tell George how many"
"Eh ?" He looked up. II thought the
Patricks perhaps - don't know about jeff
Il suppose he'll be busy with his boat
ROSEMARY thought of other regatta
" days, when a merry, salty sea-going
crowd had packed the house, eating hum
~dreds of hot buns and Kehoe's barbecued
beef with the delicious spicy sauce George
made and great panfuls of Georges crisp
doughnuts On those days a coffee machine
had been set up on the back porch and
bushels of lines juiced and iced the night
before. This year Kehoe had not even hred
the barbecue pit There no great cake
of ice buried in sawdust and no stacks OF
paper plates or tin cups strung up by the
dozen on wires. And George and Kehoe
kept shifting their eyes about bewildered by
the changing of the old order.
1--WE aren't having the Comodore-or any
one" Rosemary persisted
They're having fish-fry somewhere else,
think It's all planned. They can't expect us
to turn this house into a country club every
year, Rosette. No expects it,"
"Oh very well. was just curious. We've
always done it didn't know the plans were
changed"
More coffee. George. And you'd better
plan a cold lunch. With no wind, they'll be
slow finishing today"
"Plentyzwind comm by and by" George
pulled the curtains aside to look at the sky,
too much, maybe
mo body knows what Florida weather will
do George"
MY bunion knows Mist Mallard. And my
corn my right little toe. Them two things
amt never told me no lie yit"
Rosemary put on her sailing cap. George
had washed it and starched it stiff and it sat
with nautical nonchaance on her rough tawny
curls She put dark spectacles in the pocket
of her skirt and rummaged through her
fathers desk for the high-powered field glasses.
On the shell path. down by the gate,
George waiting when she went out. The
old woman stood uneasily in the shade of
big sage palm.
Miss Rosie" she began. nervously. clutch
ing at her arm. Miss Rosie. is that lady
comm here to lunch? ?"
Yes she's coming. You heard father say
so. You'd better freeze a salad, Georgie-it's
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CLICKED neT neelS dSdlis SNoi-
lowed valiantly and turned about. marching
down the path. At the gate Jeff overlook her
Listen, Rosemary"
Yes, Captain"
Listen, I'm putting her in against those
two boats from Boston tomorrow-and If you
want to help me sail her" Jeff began awk-
wardly.
Rosemary forced her lips into a casual
smile.
IT like sitting on the float" she said you'd
better take David Patrick. He's stronger than
l am"
She walked away quickly, not looking back.
On the waters edge where the crowd was
gathering the old excitement caught her up.
There was the official launch, with motor
already turning over and the other boats
chugging around with camera fiends and re-
porters.
MenGwere breaking out sails. on the land
ing and shouting and the quiet, dark water
reflected a slim forest of masts, making a
picture delicately beautiful as an etching.
lump rose in Rosemary's throat she
saw the Honolulu Daisy, riding little apart
from the others, her bright new paint shining.
The mast stood so slender and strong MAX
ing a shadow as dramatic as flung banner.
Rosemary knew well the feel of the Daisy's
gallant pulse. as she gathered in the wind and
set her slim shoulder against the upcurl of a
wave fighting on like a race horse with a
heart of oak She knew the feel of the rudder
and the rasp of rope through her palms, and
the shock of spray whired over the bow
And today she would be out of it.
She made slow progress out to the float
because so many sailing people whom she
knew were there. Men scrubbed their hands
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u 'ntinued on Page Ii)
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-12

adopted parents placed me in a convent at st.
Joseph, Missouri
From that day until the time l left on the trip
that took me 10 New York my contact with the
outside world was confined to one visit TO my
grandmother's farm at Greensboro Kentucky,
when was eight years old
All of the other convent girls had relatives and
friends who visited them | had none. When the
others received their boxes of candies and cake
from home | ran and hid to conceal my feelings
of a discrimination couldn't understand, but could
resent. / charity pupil, but didn't know
why.
Secondhand clothes and hand-me-downs were
my lot. Instead of feeling grateful, was resent
full l envied the other girls their bright ribbons.
recall the sweet kindness of one nun who slipped
me quarter so 1 could get hair ribbon like the
other girls
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-12

habits. but I used to run TO them and clutch their
skirts, eager for the affection fate had denied me-
1t seemed as if grew up clutchng at life for
something it said ! shouldn't have
Many showgirls, such as / became were
branded gold dggers. l don't believe l ever
deserved that designation but / was a gold digger
once long before ever saw Broadway.
asked one of the older girls at the convent
how | could get some money to buy candy and
apples as the others did
ooh there's pot of gold buried out by the
gate" she told me.
Early the next morning was out beside the
high-waed fence digging furiously. One of the
priests came along.
Mary Imogene, what are you doing?" he asked
in amazement
I'm digging for gold"
II don't believe you'll find any there"
He helped me shovel the dirt back into the hole
l had dug 1t was just another effort frustrated,
but can view it now as a prophetic incident in
my life.
Physically developed very early
1t had been intended that l should become
nun. Instead yearned for the outside world. l
wanted freedom, but l never found it.
left the confines and rules of the convent yes.
In their place / found the hard bonds of circum-
stance and later, the merciless shackles Of dope
which held me helpless in their terrible grip until
a will to escape the letters gave me a new chance
at freedom three years ago.
1t was arranged for me to return to my grand
mothers farm. Before l reached there an impulse
seized me. / had barely enough money for ticket
to New York, but under the wicket it went and
was my way TO two of the most hectic years
person could live.
Each moment brought it's new sensation. l
was child in a fairy-land, wondering what miracle
the next second would unfold. l learned from life
and learned the hard way
mstook the success and acclaim that came to
me for the love l always had been denied sought
it eagerly. 1t swept me off my feet was wanted
for the first time in my life. / thought was
achieving the thing l desired, but in the end
found myself still empty handed and fooled
After posing for Mr.. Brown for a few days he
arranged for me to join the Artists and Models
Club. l went there to live. The artists called
there for their models.
Overnight l was posing nine hours day, three
hours in the morning, three in the afternoon, and
three in the evening
James Montgomery Flagg Charles Dana Glib
son Harrison Fisher Norman Rockwell Frank
Levendecker and all the other great illustrators
employed me as a model
What country kid wouldn't be flattered by such
a storm of attention? From an unwanted nobody
it seemed l was wanted by everybody Oh, it was
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-12

n painting SIOOu
in one corner. Mr.. Brown saw me standing before
lit spel-bound
What is that" l asked him
THAT, my child is New York"
1t was painting of the city's skyline II was
my first view of the big city had ridden through
il all day but hadn't New York until gazed
upon it on in the artists studio. 1t had
spiritual quality never have forgotten.
Things had happened to me so rapidly in this
new world that wasn't shocked when Mr.. Brown
told me to take off some of my clothes. l stood
before him, partly draped, without shame and
|unafraid. His manner put me at ease. His interest
twas in his art, not in my body
can truthfully say that the same was true of
the other great artists for whom / posed and
II posed for all of the famous ones of that day
But it was not long before l met other men
whose interest in me was distinctly otherwise
IT, interest and its qualification led to some of
tlpmost tragic episodes of my life.
was saddled with an overpowering inferiority
complex. l craved the love l never had had
Every time thought it was in my grasp | reached
out for it like a child Selling bubble They called
me Bubbles you know.
When the dream ended had had men in my
arms yes, but ] hadn't had love.
Born in Kentucky, fifteen miles from Louis
vile. was left motherless at the age of three. My
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-12

A World Fam Gus
BeoutY's Intimate and
Wide Open Comics
sions Of Her Rise
From ObscuritY 10
Sudden Fame. Her
Trogie-Comic SerVi-
fude as a Greet
Comedians Sweet.
heorf-And Of Her
Desperate Fight 10
Recreofe Herself
From The Drug-Shof-
tered Wreckoge OF
Her Career
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-12

And W h ere are
YOU going SO early,
Mary Imogene ?' he
smiled My name was
Mary Imogene Will
son then.
Before / C o u ! q
think Of anything TO
say he went on
Mrs Brown is 60
ing to take YOU out
and get you some
clothes. Then you are
going TO pose for
me. -
We went TO an ex-
elusive gown shop
where Twas bedecked
in finery l had seen
before only in my
dreams.
New Y ork was
treating me better on
my second day there.
Mr.. Browns studio
was up a flight of
stairs a bove his
home, with a sky
light and all cluttered
up like most artists
studios are.
A painting stood