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 death rate from these accidents con- tinues without reduction, we con- clude that some new kind of educa- tional approach to the problem is needed.
 It would be very gratifying to me If the home nurses of the country would consider 1t their special re- sponsibility to wage campaign of education in their respective com- munities against the careless hand ling of poisons. No other group of people is in a better position to re- duce the death rate from this type of accident than the homemakers. LOCK IN DRAWER
 No home is complete without a locked cupboard, drawer, or box for the storage of poison. It is not enough to assume that bottle of poison kept on high shelf is safe from children. An adventurous child likes nothing better than devising a way to reach such a bottle if he thinks 1t contains something he wants.
 Not all medicines are poison, but many of them contain poisons which will cause death if taken n sufficient amount. Children often mistake bright colored pills or sweet laxative tablets for candy and eat them with fatal results.
 Among adults, accidental poison- ing is usually due to carelessness in identification. Taking medicine from the wrong bottle in the dark, or without the precaution of reading the label takes many lives each year.
 Another common cause of acci- dental poisoning among adults is their disregard for the prescribed dosage of a medicine used for the relief of pain. Many of these medi- cines contai na heart depressant that will cause death when taken too often or in large doses.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1944-07-03
BY ALlClA HAk. NEA Staff Writer


 Writer
  they bathing 
 If you've also complain here two hgh-kcke-so abbreviated Marguerite Chapman tak the Hunter starr The tembed Marguerite who keeps legs hapey this exercise however that regularity of builds lean muscles where they ought to be. = All set? legs To give yourself goal stretch both out from shoulder level and aim kicks at the palms extended right ing for the right For the second exercise lie your raising weight Of body shoulders hips with hands bows on floor for balance Now draw knees chest alternately KICK legs out from the shoulders and position
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ries her. But she shouldn't be so hap-hazard in her job hunting. Not in these times.
 For all she knows she may have to support herself for years, and not always in years when jobs are easy off an untrained, not too interested person to track down,
 Her young man may not come back, or he may come back dis abled so that he can't assume the whole responsibility for a fam
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thing special, so sle'll just take whatever she is offered = pro- viding the hours and pay are all right.
 She sin't giv- ing 1t any real thought, though. After all, she is just marking time, just trying to kill the months or years until her young m a n com e s home and mar.
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realizes 1t is June he really loves and Gloria is happy, too, when she realizes her heart always has be- longed to a soldier boy. But that
 isn't all, for there are songs by Jimmy, Lena Horne, Charles Ra- mirez and Virginia O'Brien, dance by Ben Blue, piano playing by Iturbi
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and his sister. Amparo Novarro and the renowned One Finger Piano Concerto by Oracle Allen. ..
 The co-hit on this thrilling and gay musical program is "The At- tack, which show actual pictures in the fight for New Britain. It is action from the start to the finish.
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craze al c o n o l War Prod Il C. t i o n B o a r d has a II o W e d for August.
 War Produc- tion Boar d says no molaS- Ses, corn or grain sorghums will be used to make drinking alcohol. w a r F o o d Admin istration desig- mates rye as the most l i k e l y grain to make beverage alcohol
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proximately $50 of these deaths are @ m o n 2 young children W h 0 a r e t h e V 1 c t 1 m s of carel l essness of adults.
 W a r n l n g s about t h e care of p 0 1 s o n s in the h o m e are issued so often that it W 0 u 1 d s e e m unneSec- sary to r e p e at them, but since f h Q a n n ii a 1
The Waterbury Democrat., 1944-07-03
By Ruth MILLETT

She is through school and the boy she plans to marry some day is overseas, so she is out job hunting. She doesn't know what kind of job she wants. She isn't trained for any
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The Waterbury Democrat., 1944-07-03
BY ANN STEVICK NEA Staff Correspondent

Washington, July 3-Distillers will not dip into your sugar rations to make the 20,00O,000 gallons of bev-
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POLI'S

Movie fans are in for real musi- cal treat at the LoeW Poll Theater where Metro Goldwyn Mayors Two Girls and Sailor" is now playing. Here is a picture that has every thing! It's an outstanding blend of music, comedy and romance that will keep you entertained every minute of the pictures running time. M-G-M has rounded up a stellar cast including Van Johnson, June Allyson, Gloria De Haven, Jimmy Durante, Jose Iturbi, Oracle Allen, Lena Horne and Harry James and Xavier Cugat and their bands to name just a few of the lum- inaries - and has added the kind of music that's always high up on everyone's personal hit parade. Spiced with just the right amount of romance and comedy, the whole adds up to the best musical film of this rany other season.
 June and Gloria play @ pair of headline night-club entertainers born and brought up in the theater. During their engagement at a New York spot, Gloria begins to receive orchids every day from a mysteri- ous Somebody" and Jimmy Durante in the role of an ex-vaudevillian steps in to aid the girls in their search. Not until the sisters have successfully started a servicemen's canteen, with the generous aid of the unknown benefactor, do they discover that their mysterious friend is a wealthy and handsome young sailor (played by Van John- son)tC etaoinslTdlucmfwype ypetaoinn son) who has been enjoying hirn- self at their canteen all along. The romance between Van and Gloria takes a curious turn before Van l2, l4, l6. IS and 20. Size l2, short sleeves. requires 3 l-s yards of 39-inch material.
 For this attractive pattern, send IS cents, plus l cent for postage, in coins, with your name, address, pat- tern number and size to Waterbury Democrat, Today's Pattern Service, it50 Sixth Avenue, New York I9, ". r.
 The smart new issue of the mid- summer style book - FASHION - has 32 pages of cool-lookIng, crisp new sportWear and summer day frocks and accessories. Order your copy now. Price i5 cents.
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Accidental Poisoning Causes Many Fatalities Every Year

BY MARY BEARD
 Director, Nursing Service,
 American Red Cross
 Written for NEA Service Come quick, doctor My little girls swallowed lye!"
 Accidental poisoning takes the lives of nearly 1900 people each year in the United States. Ap-
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Evening star., 1944-08-20

Some journalism Miss Wilson thought.
For the first time she noticed the gold mono
gram on Miss Smiths bag; the letters were
NIX. Either Gertrude Smith was not her
name - or she was carrying some other per-
sons bag Raising her eyes, she saw wave
of guilty color spreading over the girls face.
II took it," the girl said apologetically.
''Mr. Bradshaw will never miss one picture.
He has so many"
"Picture?"
Then Miss Wilson understood the real
reason for the girls confusion. There was
picture of Bill Bradshaw crammed into the
monogrammed bag. The secretary stared,
frankly puzzled. One moment you thought
this girl was naively innocent; the next, you
caught her in some brazen act like this
Are you really interested in the Grimsby
merger?" Miss Wilson demanded. "Or are
you cooking up some sob story, complete
with stolen photograph"
I'm not cooking up any story at all, Miss
Wilson, I'm not even writer. had to see
Mr.. Bradshaw, and that seemed the most
plausible excuse
why did you have to see Mr.. Bradshaw?
And why steal the picture? I'll have to ask
you to give it to me"
HE girl snapped her bag shut resolutely
81 was friend of Bill Bradshaw's." she
explained. Il met him in New York, before he
went overseas So wanted his picture
mo dice" thought Miss Wilson. ANY
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friend of Bill Bradshaws could get picture
of him by simply writing to his father" she
pointed out.
The girl backed towards the door without
replying. So Miss Wilson lifted the telephone
receiver threateningly. I'm rather alarmed
about you, she said grimly. you admit that
you lied about being writer. doubt if your
name is Smith. Mr.. Bradshaw has bitter enc
mics, and can't let you 60 without an ex-
planation."
The girl halted. When she spoke, her voice
was low, but out at the switchboard. Prissy
could hear every word: Il have to catch the
New York train in twenty minutes. I'll never
bother Mr.. Bradshaw again. 1t wasn't only
the picture; wanted to meet Bills father,
to talk to him. longed to know more about
Bill and his family - anything more could
add to the little had. So I'll have something
more to tell my baby about him.
"Whoops" gasped Prissy at the switch
board. Miss Wilson slowly set the receiver
back on the hook, leaving Prissy popeyed.
Panic was sweeping over Miss Wilson. but
her voice was hard as she said: II can see
Boss McCarthy's crude hand in this. Nc
Carthy is seldom very original. It's an old
racket. you know 1t was practiced during the
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son Oeatn! was tIlat giving MIN d Dredk!
Matt Clark knew when he was licked. He
backed out of the door, almost colliding with
the girl, who was waiting to enter.
my name is - Smith. Gertrude Smith"
she told the secretary. Pm very anxious to
see Mr.. Bradshaw
Have you an appointment"
No She was studying the competent
woman at the desk as though in an effort to
determine the best approach. I'm "a
writer I've come from New York to see MIR.
Bradshaw
About the Grimsby merger?"
After moment of hesitation the girl nod
ded Miss Wilson thought her more than
pretty and well-dressed. She had quiet dig
nifty But as a writer, she was so apparently
- rather charmingly - novice that Miss
Wilson smiled in friendly fashion.
"If you heard me brushing off a rogue from
our local scandal sheet. she said, don't con-
clude we have anything against the press in
general III see if | can arrange for you to see
Mr. Bradshaw"
Miss SMITH murmured her thanks and took
the proffered chair Miss Wilson slipped
sheet of letterhead into her typewriter. "Mr.
Bradshaw is no OGRE she said. except to
the Herronsburg News and its owner, our
local political racketeer. Boss Mccarthy
dearly loves to kick an enemy when he's
down, and won't have him badgering Mr..
Bradshaw now Mr. Bradshaw has been under
a strain recently. His only son was killed in
action, in Italy"
Il know. | saw it in the papers.
Mr. Bradshaw hasn't quite got hold of
himself yet" Miss Wilson was concerned
about Mr.. Bradshaw not getting hold of HIM
SELF The Grimsby business was sign For
years Grmsbys had talked merger. and Mr..
Bradshaw had turned deaf ear. But now he
seemed disposed to listen. Miss Wilson did
not like to see Bradshaws identity lost in
great national combine. The Bradshaw staff
were worried about their positions under the
proposed setup, but with Miss Wilson, it
went deeper than that. The Bradshaw Cor
poration was her life, and she worried most
about the probable bad effect on Robert
Bradshaw if he gave up active interest in
business.
SHE had done what she could to rouse him.
Bill Bradshaw went down fighting" she'd
said once, like competent surgeon. probing
the wound to heal the hurt.
That had helped for time. Bill Brad
shaw's father took hold of himself and his
affairs with something of his old vigor.
But he had lapses. To one long accustomed
to his vigorous ways, it was alarming to see
the way his mind sometimes wandered from
the business at hand. Once he'd trailed off
in the midst of letter to the Planning Com
mittee:
"'Bradshaws must plan now to meet
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An, yes - 10 IIeet postwar COIlulllOHS,
he took up the thread after moment of
private speculation about the man Miss Will
son had built her life around, and lost.
1t was apparent to Miss Wilson that Rob-
ert Bradshaw, who had fought Crimsby in
the worlds markets as vigorously as he had
fought Boss Mccarthy locally. was letting
20 now because he had nothing to fight for.
A BUzzING sounded under Miss Wilson's
desk She rose - tall, spare, serenely pur-
poseful - and entered the presidents office.
The girl in the fur wrap tensed.
Mr. Bradshaw will see you, Miss Wilson
announced from the doorway. She gave the
girl an encouraging smile.
Mr. Bradshaw was big, with gray eyes in
rock -hewn face; fine old lion of a man who
could roar when roaring was called for. But
he was unfailingy courteous to women.
The girls opening words faltered, and her
dark eyes widened as they lighted on the
framed photograph on Mr.. Bradshaw's desk
"a picture of Bill Bradshaw in uniform.
MY son." Robert Bradshaw said briefly,
after an awkward moment. Closing the door
after her, Miss Wilson smiled wryly. Miss
Smith was not so naive after all. She had the
cleverness of house toulouse canvasser get
ting foot in the door on any pretext.
The secretary began putting together some
data on the proposed merger which she sup
posed the interviewer would wish to see.
Then she remembered that most of the mate
rial was in folder on Mr.. Bradshaw's desk.
She returned to the presidents Office, mur
muring an apology which went unnoticed.
Mr.. Bradshaw was talking, but not about
Grimsby. He was talking about Bill, and
Miss Smith was listening with look of rapt
interest that seemed indecent, considering
the hypocritical purpose that prompted it.
Mr.. Bradshaw took a sheaf of unframed
photographs from the drawer of his desk.
and sorted them with big, fumbling fingers.
Here's picture of Bill in football clothes.
That was in his last year at Yale"
Miss Wilson picked up the folder and re-
tired. "Sly young mink" she told herself.
She'll get along"
Time passed. A great deal of time
ONeil came in to inquire if the merger was
actually going through. He had large fam
lily and an extravagant wife, and he was wor
ried The boss has never been the same -
since, he said gloomily.
NO" Miss Wilson agreed - picturing the
big. lonely man, paving over pictures of the
son he'd built his life around.
Its mighty tough on US. O'Nei went on.
ITO be sold down the river
Miss SMITHS interview went on and on.
Finally Miss Wilson had to interrupt it.
you have an appointment at the Hotel
Frances, Mr. Bradshaw" she reminded him.
With Mr.. Breen. of Grimsby's."
''Of course. I'd forgotten about Breen.
Mice C,,ith opd 7 have hoor falkino and
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war, and claims that the baby IS his She
stands to win a home, and name. 1t may
simply pay off in blackmail. It's a vile racket,
but one that Mccarthy would go for"
A LOOK of pain and pleading showed in the
girls dark eyes. 1T isn't that way" she said
earnestly Coming here was just my own
idea. A crazy idea, perhaps"
did you tell MIR. Bradshaw this tale?"
"Of course not! couldn't explain. It
would only look cheap and sordid to him."
That's the way it looks to me. Or
like an outright piece of fiction"
1T doesn't matter how it looks to you.
Only to Bills father. He's broken and lonely.
You wouldn't know about the loneliness. the
awful, hopeless longing"
That rang true. Miss Wilson began to
make little meaningless diagrams on her desk
blotter - thinking duly about life's end
lessly recurring patterns. the personal TRACE
dies flung off like brief sparks from the whirl-
ing wheels of life and war.
But Miss Wilson shrank from confessions
of a personal nature, and this girls confession
had placed her in most difficult post. Had
she any right to withhold the story from
Robert Bradshaw? And if she did not with
hold it, what would it do to him? -. While
she was still puzzling over it, she looked up
and found that the girl was gone.
Prissy was standing in the doorway, round
eyed and palpitating. will you be wanting
lunch sent up, Miss Wilson," she asked.
- Ic,as< Oh
swell!' Prissy blurted Bill Bradshaw was
swell, too. They were made for each other"
Miss Wilson was thinking nervously about
what the Heronsburg "News" would do
with the girls story if it became known.
Nov she's got something to live for"
Prissy nodded. mot like Mr.. Bradshaw"
Miss Wilson's hazel eyes focused on the
switchboard girl. Quoting from True-Love
Stories,' Prissy?" she gibed. with unwonted
gentleness II wonder -"
All at once she reached for her hat and
raincoat Get hold of Mr. Bradshaw at the
Hotel Frances" she ordered. Tell him I'm
calling for him on matter of extreme Inn
portance. And don't tell anybody about what
you've overheard" She hurried away.
mo heart" thought Prissy. returning to
her switchboard Gold as ice" From the bit
of conversation she'd overheard, Prissy's
imagination was already busily rounding out
all the throbbing details of Bill Bradshaw's
brief romance. But she came out of her coma
long enough to get Mr. Bradshaw on the
phone and deliver Miss Wilson's message.
WHEN Miss Wilson's taxi pulled up at thu
Hotel Frances, Mr. Bradshaw was waiting at
the entrance. She beckoned and he ducked
out into the rain to join her in the taxi.
The railway station" she told the driver.
And hurry
whats up?" asked Mr. Bradshaw. Miss
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Miss SMITHS interview went on and on.
Finally Miss Wilson had to interrupt it.
You have an appointment at the Hotel
Frances, Mr. Bradshaw" she reminded him.
with Mr.. Breen. of Grimsby's.'
''Of course. I'd forgotten about Breen.
Miss Smith and l have been talking, and
we've hardly touched the Grimsby matter
yet. I'm sorry, Miss Smith. But Miss
Wilson will give you facts and figures. I've
enjoyed meeting you" He took his topcoat
and hat and departed heavily.
Miss Wilson noticed that there were tears
in Miss Smiths eyes. and she resented them,
suspecting that they were phony.
Il have all the data" she said coldly.
"You will want to make some notes."
Il haven't much time before my train
leaves" Miss Smith said doubtfully. I'm
afraid I haven't pencil or notebook,
either" she added, searching in her bag
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WHEN Miss Wilson's taxi pulled up at the
Hotel Frances, Mr.. Bradshaw was waiting at
the entrance. She beckoned and he ducked
out into the rain to join her in the taxi.
The railway station" she told the driver.
And hurry!''
What's up?" asked Mr.. Bradshaw. Miss
Wilson was obviously not her usual staid and
steady self. She began hesitatingly, it was the
most difficult job she had ever attempted.
That girl. She called herself Smith. but
that isn't her name."
"Well?" he barked impatiently.
"She's going to have baby" the secretary
blurted, red of face.
"Damme'' growled Robert Bradshaw an
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and feet tied, Miss Corey. But this
is an extremely dangerous situation.
may be occupied with other things,
and you must realize that, under
the circumstances, cannot entirely
trust you"
He took flat quart bottle out of
his hip pocket. He undid the foil
about the neck of it and unscrewed
the cap.
Brandy" he said, "is always so
comforting in a crisis. Will you Join
me?"
mo-" Zorie said huskily.
The precautions he had taken were
alarming. If he merely intended to
detaln her while, to question her,
he would have united her hands and
feet. And something in his manner,
IN his eyes, was alarming, too. For
the first time since he had discov-
cred her bending over Amber's
body, she felt thoroughly frightened.
. During most of the ride she had
been too occupied with thoughts of
Steve to give much thought to her
self. She had reasoned that he and
Pierre would probably not go to
kokee. Pierre would doubtless shoot
him as they drove along. She was
sure that Pierre intended to kill
Steve. He might be dead now.
Her thoughts returned briefly to
Paul. She could recall so clearly
his vindictive expression as he said
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Place handful of starch in the
water when washing tile floors. 1t
will leave nice shine.
To prevent the gloss from coming
off white paint, wash with milk
and very little soap.
Boil the wick of kerosene lamp
in vinegar before using to keep it
from smoking.
Never leave pieces of cut-up
chicken in water. Some of the good
juices and excellent flavor teaches
out and is lost.
When turning the mattress, also
turn it around, that is, place the
end that was at the head of the
bed at the foot.
Prevent picture marks on the
walls by placing thumb tacks in
each of the lower corners of the
frame. Let tacks extend partly,
keeping frame from wall.
Chimney SCOT can be kept down
by throwing dry salt on a bed of
hot Goals, once or twice a week.
Dry fuel and good draft helps to
check SCOT and creosote in pipes
and chimneys.
Ii water is spilled on the page
of favorite book, place a blotter
on each side of the page and press
with hot iron. This should re-
move all moisture without damage
to the book.
If you have had trouble in MAX
ing your whitewash stick to trees,
fences or basement walls try u.s.
ing sour milk or buttermilk in
stead of water to mix the lime.
The casein in the milk acts as a
glue with the lime.
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not to be trusted in situation call
ing for honest thinking. At this mo-
ment, her feeling for Paul was one
of sheer loathing. Because of his
INDEBTEDNESS and his unpredictable
nature, his brother was possibly
dead and she was in a position of the
utmost gravity.
"What are you going to do with
me-" she asked.
Winthrop Lanning tilted the bottle
to his mouth and drank. His hand
was shaking little. He put the
bottle back on the table.
He looked at her. The steadiness
of her stare seemed to discomfort
him. He glanced away. He made
grimace.
Nothing" he answered. THE
matter is no longer in my hands. ="
"Whosc cabin is this"
MIR. Lanning's dark eyes we're
vague. The gray flesh under them
looked more puffy than usual. He
bent forward.
Miss Corey, you have in your
possession an extremely dangerous
piece of information. l regret ex-
ceedingly that it happens to be in
your possession. l am very much
afraid that the outlook for you is
very serious. l am very much afraid
that there is no hope at all for YOU"
He sighed heavily. you are en-
tirely innocent. admire you very
much. And I do wish there was
some way out of this for you. l
will gladly help you in any way"
Zorie's mouth was very dry. do
you meant won't leave this cabin
alive?"
Mr.. Lanning avoided her eyes.
He seemed to be genuinely upset.
1.-THE gentleman to whom this cabin
belongs will be here presently. He
will have to decide Meanwhile.
since things are so completely hope
less for you-is there anything
can do?"
"What is happening to Steve?"
He lifted his shoulders slowly and
let them fall. Il do not know, Miss
Corey l haven't the faintest idea.
will gladly answer any question
you care to ask"
Il think I'm beginning to under
stand" Zorie said, Its either your
life or mine. Isn't that true?"
"Only partly. Miss Corey. 1t is
really a little more comprehensive
than that. If you should be set
free, you can say so many danger
GUS things, not only about me but
about other people,"
but if l disappear, how will that
be eXplained?"
MANY people disappear and it is
never explained"