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Evening star., 1950-09-26
By Josephine Lowmon

Many men who have too many
pounds want to slim down to
greater fitness and physical ener-
gy. Men want to live long time
and remain well just as much as
women do. However, they are
prone to try to do this in an
easy, pleasant way.
Listen to this conversation
which overheard not long ago.
well. Bill! It is good to see
you. Say, you have put on a few
pounds. haven't you?" 5
Bill (trying to pull his bay win
dow in and a little short Of
breath), Eyes I have, and I am
going to do something about it
because, you know, I am not as
young as I used to be. AS a
matter of fact, my doctor told me
I should lose weight the last time
I saw him"
The friend: "I have been really
fat since saw you last. but I
got scared and dropped Is pounds
last year."
Bill: How did you do it?"
The friend: II must admit that
I sank so low that counted cal
ories-like a woman"
Bill, looking discouraged: well,
that may be necessary but I think
my main trouble is lack of exer-
cise."
So, Bill didn't count calories
but got some new golf clubs and
virtually knocked himself out with
them by playing So holes at a
time after years of sedentary life.
Golf is a fine outdoor exercise
for middle e-aged folks, as we'll as
young ones, but a man should
build up gradually with this exer-
else as with all others. And-you
can count on this-Bill did not
Evening star., 1950-09-26
Lime MornoIode

Lime marmalade is a bit more
delicate than the usual orange
marmalade. If you find you have
a few extra lines in the. icebox,
you might whip up a glass OIL
two for future use.
Slice thin 3 lines and ! lemon.
Discard cores and seeds. Add
twice as much water as you have
fruit, and cook slowly. covered
for about Is minutes. Measure
and add an equal amount of sugar.
Boil it until it jellies, being care
full that it does not burn.
Pack while hot into sterilized
jars and seal with paraffin.
Evening star., 1950-10-07
Congress Of Franciscans
To Open Here Tomorrow

The Franciscan tional
Marian Congress will be held at
the Franciscan Monastery. 1400
Quincy street NE, beginning to-
morrow and continuing through
Wednesday.
It will open with a Pontiflcal
Mass at 10 am. tomorrow cele-
brated by the Most Rev. Amleto G.
Cicognani, apostolic delegate to
the United States. The Most Rev.
Patrick A. O'Boyle, archbishop OF
Washington, will preach the ser
mon.
The Most Rev. Bernard T. Espe-
lage. the only Franciscan bishop
in the United States. will come
here from Gallup, N. Mex, to con-
duct q solemn procession at 2 pm.
tomorrow through the gardens of
the seminary. It will conclude
with solemn benediction by Bis
hop Espelage.
A Pageant, champions of
Mary" will be presented at 8 pm.
by Franciscan theological students
at Pilgrimage Hall.
Evening star., 1950-10-07

hands pushed into the pockets of
his coat. The other two fell into
step close beside him.
Get SET" I murmured. Here
they come"
I felt Julie shifting the gun into
position. Quickly. I glanced at
her.
Easy" whispered. Easy,
now"
Julie waited until the tall, slen-
der man was directly in front Of
her. Her arm moved-and the
gun exploded. barking three times
in swift succession. Her target
swung around. tripped, and the
others clutched at him. I grabbed
the gun and pushed her toward
the alley.
Buenos Aires is a beautiful city
and the sea is even bluer than
jules eyes. We've been bathing
and lounging here for three
months now-and we're Mr.. and
Mrs. Ames. We were married
aboard ship.
Until this morning, I thought
I'd been very clever. fixing things
SO she could pull a trigger and get
the hate out of her heart, so
there'd be room for love. That's
the way I thought it was. But
now I'm not so sure.
The gun had been loaded with
blanks. of course. and the man
she'd fired on was Ned Thoren-
son, the salesman Chief Forester
had mentioned. Ned had per-
suaded Louise Justin to meet him
in New York. had married her
and then had MIXED her of money
to pay his gambling debts. After
the gunplay, I'd had him turned
over to the New York authorities,
who wired details to Michigan
City and got a confession from
him. The shooting scene had been
an act from the word go" staged
for jules benefit. When she
fired, Nick's goons tripped him so
she'd think she had hit him.
That's how simple it was,
thought.
But this morning I found a
newspaper clipping in her dresser
Evening star., 1950-10-07
Red Cross Asks Volunteers
For Arts and SkiIIs Program

The Red Cross wants volunteers
for its expanded arts and skills
program.
Woman who volunteer will be
taught how to instruct hospital
patients in jewelry making, leath-
er work and other handicrafts.
Red Gross officials said many
women mistakenly think they
have to be artists or experts tc
qualify
The Red Cross needs 60 volun-
teers for the work, speeded ur
since wounded began entering
local hospitals from Korea.
Night classes will begin October
II. They will be held Tuesdays
and Thursdays from 7 to 9 pm
at Walsh House. 2020. Massachu-
sets avenue NV. Day classes are
in progress, but new students will,
be accepted. They are held from
$3.50 s.m. to 4 pm.
Evening star., 1950-10-07
By Milton K. ozoki

head. Shoot--and beat it back
to the hotel-and wait for me-"
I stamped on the sidewalk, in
wardly cursing our mans failure
to appear. Minutes later a door
banged in the middle of the block
and a stocky fellow stepped to
the curb. He glanced up and
down the street as though looking
for q taxi: then spotting us, he
motioned toward the doorway
Two other men came out. The
one in the center was tall and
slender He walked with his
Evening star., 1950-10-07

drawer. It was frayed as though
she'd carried it a long time in
her purse. It was from a Toledo
paper and it reviewed a case I'd
worked on out there. There was
a good picture of me alongside the
item. So she must have known
all along that I was a detective.
But when did we stop at Toledo
en- route to New York? Was
it before Julie came and sat be-
side me-or was it after? I wish:
I could remember. And the gun.
Did she know it was loaded with
Evening star., 1950-10-07
PIGEON Show Sunday

Squadrons of Birmingham roll
lers-acrobatic pigeons that can
barrel roll and somersault at high
altitude-will be featured at the
fourth annual show of the Ma
tional Capital Pigeon Fanciers'
Association at the Spencerville,
Md. farm Of Albert Stabler, jr..
Sunday from l to 5 pm.
Evening star., 1950-10-07

blanks? I don't think she did.
But she fired it at a man. saw him
fall, and ran away with me to
South America. Perhaps I'm un-
duly sensitive, but honeymoons
don't last forever and we'll be
going back to the States soon.
And Julie? She's more beauti-
full than ever. She's sitting on the
sand a few feet from me, and she
IS happy. I can tell by the way
she is combing her long, blond
hair.
(Copyright Milton K. OZaki. DRAWINGS
copyright. King Features Syndicate. Inc.)
Watch Monday for the first
inStallment of William Irish's
sir part mystery. DOUBLE
JEOPARDY, in 1Dhich the lato
electrocuteS the 1Drong man for
q policemans' murder. but re-
Uenge eventually catches up
1Oith the freed culprit.)
Evening star., 1950-10-07

the Garden: The 25th Annual
Worlds Championship Rodeo is
shown.
800, WMAL--Don McNeill TV
Club: Victor Borge is toastmaster.
1880, WNBW-Film Theater: Les
lie Howard and Wendy Hitler star
in "Pygmalion."
1880, WMAL-Film Playhouse:
Men Are Not Gods" Is shown,
featuring Rex Harrison. Miriam
Hopkins and Gertrude Lawrence.
Evening star., 1950-10-07
RADIO TODAY

TOO, WRC-Living- 1850: Propa-
ganda is viewed as an art in "Ber-
lin, 1910: Moscow, 1850, or This Is
Where We Came In"
500, WEAM-Twenty Questions:
Actress Nina Foch is guest paneist.
lo:oo, WRC-Judy Canova Show:
Evening star., 1950-10-07
HiqhIiqhts of Todoy's Programs

Jury Canova starts her eighth year
on the air.
TELEVISioN TODAY
500, WTOP-Ken Murray Show
Songstress Anne Shelton, comedian
Alan Young and actor Herbert
Marshall are guests on the first
show of the season.
$3.50, WTTG-Saturday Night at
Evening star., 1950-10-07
Murder in Her Heart

has been hired by Banker Clyde Justin to
investisate the murder Of his daughter
New York on bus, uou'e Ames as9m
Louise's best friend. Julie Stevens, who.
after. they reach the Big City, tells Ames
s M q q hs nouse aed BY ' sns Hs e Biz S
Torrio, Gothams feared underworld boss.
She insists Torrio was Louise's secret
s,rs,, nIssand nsdae lets hmes take the murdered
haul Big Nick denies knowlns IyS louise e'aad and
prsmises ssnscs ssors e seize Ned
WITH THE sToRY: '' ~ Wv
CHAPTER vi
Julie was sitting beside the win
dow when I returned to the hotel,
her eyes still red from crying. I
noticed that she had bathed, re-
newed her makeup. and done
something different with her hair.
She got up and came toward me.
I opened my arms and enfolded
her. Then ! kissed her.
II thought I'd go crazy" she
said. II didn't know where you'd
gone and kept thinking that you
wouldn't come back"
II had to come back, because
you were here"
7 took a gun from my pocket
and showed 1t to her. Julie touched
it with the tips of her fingers.
Its not so big" she observed.
TITS a 49," I told her, "and big
enough for almost anything"
put it back in my pocket and.
with one arm around her, walked
to the window. I've made few
inquiries, I said. land I've located
your man. Are you still set on
killing Louise's murderer"
Eyes. I've got to kill him"
"All right. I'll play it your way.
You know, Of course, that this
isn't like throwing baseballs at
bottles. It's dangerous. It's got
to be done accurately and fast.
II anything goes wrong"
II don't care what happens to
me, but you needn't"
Were in this together" in
terrupted. From now on, we're a
team"
"You must love me lot"
"I do"
"I'll make 1t up to you"
"Well see," I said. Right now
we have plans to make. Like, for
instance, what we do after this
patted the gun-"goes bang
bang. Do you think you'd like
South American"
Anywhere" she said. "Any-
where at all"
South Americas our best bet, "
I decided. "Buenos Aires"
Julie raised her lips. I kissed
them.
I phoned Big Nick at midnight.
He said: "It's okay. He'll be down.
stairs about three, with two of the
boys"
MANY thanks" said.
Soon the stars were above US,
and the moon was merely a silver.
Forty-fourth street was far quieter
than usual. We stood with our
backs against a building. shiver-
ing slightly in the chill air. Some
where in the direction of Radio
City a clock chimed 3 am.
They'll be coming soon. said
"Do you still want to go through
with this?"
"Yes." jules face was pale
and tight.
I took the gun from my pocket
and released the safety catch.
Here it is. ready for action"
told her. Remember, there1l be
three of them. The man you
want will be in the middle. When
he gets close, aim it right at him
and pull the trigger-and don't
drop it. We've got to take it
along with us. Understand"
YES" She nodded. pushing
the gun between the folds Of her
coat.
"non't oct excited and lose vo,,r
Evening star., 1950-02-26

The title of Mr.. Burnham's lat
est book on the disordered state
Of the world and what to do about
it is fair representation of the
authors self-assurance as he
tosses into the melting pot ot
world politics his contribution fol
taking care Of the Russians.
All the American people need
now is a simple and certain way
of eradicating the Russian Com.
munist menace and this is it, il
Mr.. Burnham's logic and the
premises on which it rests are
correct.
Briefly this former Communist
leader proceeds from the assump-
ton first that East and West are
irreconcilable and second that the
Russians now are engaged in a
full-fedged struggle for that
domination, a struggle in which
there is no dividing line between
peace and war and in which peace
is simply the absence of military
operations.
On these premises Mr.. Burn
ham proceeds to the argument
that the United States has two
choices in waging its own strug-
gle against Russian imperialism
and international communism:
One is deal between the
United States and Russia. which
Evening star., 1950-02-26

would require such extreme evi-
dence Of sincerity on the part o1
the Soviet Union that it woulc
not be practical.
The other is what he calls thu
offensive political-subversive war.
fare" in which the United State!
would exploit by every means q
its command the economic, politi
cal and social weaknesses of tn,
whole Soviet structure. This woult
not involve any immediate use O.
military force or the dropping O.
any atomic bombs, but would re.
quire us to pass over to the often.
sive in every field short of oper
armed conflict.
This implies, Of course, an ad.
vance far beyond the present pol.
icy Of containment OF Communis
expansion. In fact, Mr.. Burnhan
has nothing but the most deroga
tory comment for the defensive
strategy which that policy of con.
tainment signifies.
The author believes that such
a political and economic offensive
will force the necessary change.
IN Soviet government structure
and Soviet policy, and that mill.
tary operations will not be neces.
sary. He does not appear to re.
gard it as likely that Soviet Rus.
sia. provoked by such an often.
sive. would start a full-f1edgee
armed conflict.
Evening star., 1950-02-26
Lady Lobbyist Bores Mad Experiences
In Marble Halls of WosEinoton
L MEET YOU IN THE LOBBY

I'LL MEET YOU IN THE LOBBY
BY Olga Moore. II. B. Lippincot
Olga Moore was practically
born a lobbyist. She breathed in
"the sharp, tangy smell of poll
tics" with her native Wyoming air.
At an age when other little girls
were playing with their dolls, she
was sitting on a platform waiting
for her father to point grandly to
her when he came to the "inno-
cent child" phase of his forid
phillipics. It was almost inevi-
table, as she tells it, that she
should end up in the marble halls
OF Washington, buttonholing Con-
gress. Her progress, however, was
anything but orderly, studded with
zany condolences and breathless
detours.
In her schooldays she joined a
student march on Laramie to press
the Legislature for university Ii
brary funds. The drive was sue
cessful, ending in dance, as, she
says nostalgically, everything in
wyoming did. She lobbied with
and for her husband. the late Carl
Arnold, who was dean of the Uni
versity Of Wyoming Law School
After his death she settled in
Washington and was soon drawn
into the fray against oleo taxes,
f1inging herself against the dairy
interests with "the fervor of
a puppy barking at the Wash
mgton Monument" It was
wartime and to her great
Evening star., 1950-02-26
Crime and
Mystery
by Miriom Ottenberq

Three Blind Mice and Other
Stories, by Agatha Christie.
tDodd, Mead & Co., $2.50.)
Red Badge
One full-dress thriller-the title
piece-and a series of shorter
brain -ticklers give Agatha Christie
all the elbow room she needs to
demonstrate how she stays at the
top of the heap. Three Blind
Mice" set in a snow-bound guest
house, is reminiscent of her earlier
And Then There Were None, -
with all the guests engaging in
mutual suspicion and terror. The
seven other tales, involving such
misdeeds as grand larceny and
kidnapping as well as murder, serve
mainly as vehicles for her re-
nowned sleuth, Hercule Poirot,
and such amateur deducers as the
spinsterish Miss Marple and the
romantic Mr.. Quin.
i y y
The Daffodil Blond, by Frances
Crane. (Random House; $2.50).
The Abbotts are alternately be-
ing asked to investigate murder
and discouraged from doing any
thing about it in this wordy tale
of sudden death In the bluegrass
country. In the course of theil
adventures, a blond collapses al
their door, murders are written
off as suicide, the wrong people
confess and Mrs. Abbott meets 9
gunman.
A Bullet for My Love. by Octavus
Roy Cohen. Macmillan Co.;
$2.50.)
A radio riddle with such clues
as "black, white. paper, stone
is blamed for causing no end o1
trouble in this slick yarn. It ap-
pears that some characters are
after the 100000 prize by more
foul means than fair. In pass
ing, you'll get to meet a spon-
sor. some radio stars Cnot the
Judy Overton!") and an ambitious
announcer.
Evening star., 1950-02-26
Novel Of q Negro
WHO Turns Against
His Own People
STRANGER AND ALONE
BY j. Saunders Redding. (Har-
court, Brace & Co.; $3.)

~ oAAs6A2NN&x1N A4ND 1LONC
BY ]. Saunders Redding. (Har-
court, Brace G. Co.; $3.)
Mr.. Redding deals with another
contemporary problem. equally
troubling and much closer to
home. Himself a Negro and now
a visiting professor at Brown, he
writes Of a Negro who turns on his
own people to become the tool of
unscrupulous white politicians.
The central character of his re-
strained, well-written novel is a
half-white orphan named Shelton
Howden, who. after a brutal brush
with the white mans world and
exposure to the theories of innate
Negro inferiority," decides he
wants only peace for himself.
Shelton is nettled with the race
men" among his own people. His
destruction is already begun when
he is taken over by a sardonic
mulatto college president, q self
styled white mans Niger" who
fashions the bewildered Shelton
in his own image. Under the
presidents tutelage, Shelton
learns to bow and scrape to
cracker politicians and to connive
with them to keep the Negroes in
their place.
Shelton's betrayal and the in
human pressures which shape 1t
are unsparingly presented by the
author. His story Is quietly dra-
matte and somberly convincing
It proves that . race novel need
not be historical to be effective.
M. MEG.
Evening star., 1950-02-26

IL Is, III CIle udlI, dL dIS SulIlcIlLd-
tive one, sometimes a kind of
mans debate with himself. his
prejudices. his approach to moral
questions. his conscience. 1t ends
as statement of a Southern po-
sition-not the position that a
Rankin or a Bilbo might take, yet
not that, either of a Lillian Smith
or others of a more militant lib
eralism.
Here is, all things considered,
an optimistic volume, almost as
optimistic as it is brief and elo-
quent. The author drives home.
repeatedly, his thesis that in
racial matters - heart of the
South's dilemma-it is showing
progress. First, he will admit
shortcomings at which others
pound away-complacencies, fears
that burn or are made to burn by
interested people, demagogy.
denial of opportunity, denial OF
basic American rights. ,
Parts With Other Liberals.
Yet. Mr.. Carter asserts, more
firmly than some might, that most
of these old-time Southern inf1u-
ences are diminishing. There is,
he says. firm, measurable advance.
and he affirms that such advance
is being harmed, or may be
harmed, by those who would ad-
vance too quickly. He declares
that he and others like him will
join Northerners in working for
the attainable." At this point he
parts with certain other liberals,
Southern as well as Northern.
The author is. Of course, no
bed-fellow of lynchers, of the
ranting advocates of Negro-hatred
Jew-hatred, Catholic hatred who
have come to the Dixiecrat front.
And yet, in quoting Strom Thur
mond Of the Dixiecrats, IAN angry
and dedicated man." he finds less
to condemn than might other
liberal Southerners. He has no
fault with Mr.. Thurmond's Dixie
crat convention talk of freight
rate differentials, "the burdens OF
reconstruction" "the refusal OF
the South's critics to give any
credit to the South for anything. u
Then, however, Thurmond turned
to the civil rights bill. calling it an
Evening star., 1950-02-26
THE MARYKNOLL STORY

THE MARYKNOLL STORY
BY Robert Considine. Double
day & Co.: s3.)
Robert Consldine, onetime
Washington newspaperman, con-
tributes a lively and admiring
commentary to these excellent
pictures depicting the everyday
heroism of the foreign mission
aries. In all the dark corners
Of the world, they are to be found
ministering to both the souls and
the bodies Of benighted inhabi-
tants, combining the functions Of
priest, doctor. and social worker.
In many cases, particularly in
backward Bolivia, the Maryknoller
is symbol Of social reform as
well as Of spiritual and temporal
aid. The enormous diversity of the
tasks undertaken by these priests,
the huge f1ocks they watch over
and the incredible distances and
hardships they overcome in full
filling their mission makes one
curious about their training on
occasion. M. Meg.
Evening star., 1950-02-26
The Brief Story of a Long Battle Against
Stupidity and Procrostinotion
A WREATH AND A CURSE


BY Donald Wetzel. fCroDn: 81.
Mr.. Wetzel has told in 210 pages
a story that seems complete and
inevitable. This attainment stands
out in an era of cropping, diversified
novels.
The family lives in a house
above a river. The river has bit
ten deeply into the bank, endan-
gering the house. But Dad has
kept putting off the problem. A
wall would cost too much, and he
has appealed in vain to the legis-
lature to do something about the
river. Ten-year -old Willie seed
more clearly than any the i'm
minent danger. All one summer
he tries, with the dubious help of
his crippled adult brother, to put
up a wall. But it is pitifully in
adequate. Their beautiful, self
adoring sister and her SNUG hus-
band, who is wrapped in me-
chanics, are Indifferent. Nom is
fatalist; she doesn't worry.
The narrator is the crippled
older brother. He is devoted to
Willie. Both he and Willie know
their wall won't work, but they go
on building it. 1t is their battle
against the stupidity and pro-
crastination of the others.
The story that leads to a trag-
edy is told poignantly. But the
Evening star., 1950-02-26
Sloane Associates. $3.)

and magazine section, he has per-
fected his technique until he is a
positive admiral Of brass baiters.
He also spins some hilarious yarns
about kindred souls at work. One
in particular stands out. It is
the tale Of Comdr. Fyffe, who,
IN protest against the Navy's re-
fusal to pay his expenses, started
walking to the Pacific Coast, send
ing kilograms to Washington at
every step.
Comdr. Lederer, buoyant man,
had his bad times in the Navy.
too. He had rugged duty during
the war and he was court-mar-
tailed after his ship collided with
a submarine. But he is evidently
unsuitable. His needing of the
Navy he loves so well will not
cause any happy smiles in the
highest Navy circles, but it will
cheer up the rest Of the popula-
ton enormously. M McG
Evening star., 1950-02-26

you're apt to forget in the magic
of certain Conrad stories that they
are being told to a group of men
by a character named MarloWe.
Since Mr.. Hersey chose the ar
.chive scheme rather than straight
narrative, we have to make the
best of it.
The story starts quietly with
Jewish workmen forced to build a
wall shutting of their people from
the rest of the city. At one time
half a million were crowded into
100 blocks-the wealthy, the des-
titute, the cultured, the illiterate
herded together; men of every po-
litical faith and none. Then the
Germans began taking Jews away
in boxcars. ostensibly to build bar
racks behind the Russian front.
But sinister reports filtered back
to the ghetto. A spy was snug
gled out. and he returned with the
bitter truth. The Nazis had set
up a concentration camp and a
gas chamber not far from War;
saw. The gradual determination
of the ghetto had been decreed.
The population shrank to less
than $4,000. The leaders of those
left decided it was better to die
fighting. A secret resistance army
was formed, fed with weapons and
ammunition from the Warsaw un-
derground and the black market.
The Jews knew they hadn't a
chance to do more than slow up
the Germans and make them suf-
fer. This they did. Their pitiful
fight from hidden bunkers, sewers
and garrets is an epic of heroism.
No less stirring is the daring of
the couriers who slipped in and
out Of the "Aryan" city. Frag-
ment by fragment the whole life
of the doomed ghetto takes shape.
Behind terror and hardship are
the traits that mingle in people
everywhere - love, hate, artistry.
fear. thievery. treachery. loyalty,
courage.
THE Wall" is a powerful novel
"a rare feat of the imagination
which has caught an important
episode in history and preserved
it in memorable form.