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DISTINCTIVE PROGRAMS On Your Radio "FRIENDSHIP TOWN" FRIDAY, 8:00 P.M.,CS.T. NBC Coast to Coait Network Vaseline RED. U. •. PAT. OFF. PR K PARATIONS Second Educational Series of Radio Lectures Started Authorities on economics, psychol ogy nnd other subjects have lmuig oruled the second series of "Listen and Learn” Lectures under the aus pices of the National Advisory Court ell on Radio in Education, over const to-const networks. Dr. Robert M. lliitchius, president of the University of Chicago, gtarted the Bpring series In January when he had representatives of the Coun cil t tlined the lecture courses to follow. The -programs are heard every Saturday over NBC-WEAK1 facilities. The series Is scheduled for twenty weeks, closing with a valedictory program the last week In May. «mong ine speaKers. International trade, the tariff and Indn«trial planning are economic sub jects to be touched u[»on by speakers aneh ns James Harvey Rogers of Tale, Ernest M. Patterson of Penn sylvania, F. \V. Taussig of Harvard. George Ilenry Soule, .Tr„ editor of The New Republic, and Walton II. Hamilton of Yale. Change's and growth In personali ties animal behavior and psychology In education are topics to be taken np by Fred A. Moss of George Wash ington University, Henry W. Nlssen of Yale. Frnnk N. Freeman of Chlen *o, and others. Public response to the Initial ten lectures broadcast In the fall Indl rafed, according to the Council, that they reached listening groups In the home, school, special neighborhood gatherings and even fishermen of Nova Scotia. PATRIOTIC SONGS The songs that thrill Americans, patriotic selections written by in ured composers, will he played In the February Nutlonnl 4 11 club pro gram of the National Farm and Borne Hour by the United States Marine Band. The concert will be another pro gram In the series by the Marine Band on “Learning to Know Amer ica’s Music.” Beginning with "The Star Span gled Banner,” the renditions will ■wing through •‘America,” and the lively strains of “Dixie." These will be followed with “Yankee Doodle.” “America the Beautiful,” “Columbln, the Gem of the Ocean,” “Halt Colum bia," and a more recent song writ ten when the United States Army was moving to the European battle front., “Over There.” i tip programs are designed to ac tualnt and familiarize the 8r(0,00(i 4-11 club members of the United States with the music which Is typ ical of America. lUnch month an additional concert will be provided by the Murine Band On March 5 America’s hymns and re liglous songs will he featured. The programs are broadcast over a const Kvcoast network. The serlefc, which promises to be •Be of the most entertaining fea Wre* of the National Farm and Home Hour during the winter months, will ♦ontain much basic forestry Informa tfot of Interest to both town and •otmtrj listeners. • • • Oerveth IVells, adventurer, explor • and torturer, who starts n new Arles of programs over nn NBC net Jerk next month under the title ■Conoco Adventurers," says that If •It the bogs In Texas were rolled ■to one bog, they, or It, could root •Ot a Tannina Canal with ease and Aspatch. In presenting Organ Melodies, Irma ■Ian has the three fold job of speak iAg the verse while she plays the or ■a with feet and hands, and watches ot music, prose, and stop watch. Harvey Hays, well known to radio #Bteners for his Interpretations of •fltdoor roles, will play the part of Ihe forest ranger. Wise in the ways •f forest uses and protection through long experience in the Acids, the kharacter will often And himself In tmuslng situations with his sub as •latent whose eagerness sometimes arerwhelms his better Judgment. • • • Alfred Corn, who plays the part of Bammy In The Goldbergs’ NBC daily feature. Is nearing his alxteeuth •irthday, and Is a student In high Standing at the Art Students’ League. FORBIDDEN YEARS Then one day two weeks be fore the opening he snatched her abruptly out of her mor bidity. “Where is Miss Manson?” The small company had gathered on the stage for re hearsal, all except Miss Man son who played the second woman’s part. Rulon kept glancing at his watch. He sent the stage manager to tele phone. He paced up and down, muttering. An elderly woman In tears rushed across the stage and said something to Rulon. He flung up his hands and cursed. The company gathered about gaping. “Actresses ought to take the veil and live in cells while they’re at work.” Miss Manson had spent the night with friends in Great Neck. Driving in she had been caught in a smash on the bridge and had had her fore head deeply cut. The elderly woman, her mother, sobbed out the staggering fact. “There isn’t a chance of her being ready. They’ve taken a dozen stitches. She’s a fright.” Little by little the angry color left Rulon’s face. “Company dismissed! This’ll need some thought. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’ll let you know.” They all filed out, agitated, ill at ease, seeing a profitable engagement slipping into the pit of lost hopes. “Niss NorcrossI” The sharp command halted Barbara as she was going through the stage door. She turned back breathlessly. Ru lon indicated the passage back of the boxes. “Go around.” He leaped over the foot lights, and met her in the auditorium. “Sit down! I want to talk to you.” Barbara obeyed, tense, ex pectant. Suppose it should be something else? It must be. “This is your first show. You’ve been pretty intent on it. How much of the Manson part could you spout off hand?” Barbara gasped. Then it was that. “I remember a lot. I could have it all pat in a day or two. Mr. Rulon, you never mean—” He lighted a cigar, out chewed rather than smoked it. “I mean if we have to get a totally strange actress in, and start from the beginning, we’ll put off the opening in definitely, and that’ll cost Hackey money, and the rest of us too. It’s a fat part, but you probably know more than half of it already. If there’s the slightest possibility of your getting away with it we may save the bacon. If you’ll slave I’ll slave with you to put you over. How do you feel about It?” Barbara’s happiness seemed to lighten the gloomy audi torium. "I feel like crying for Joy. I’m scared, but I can do it if you’ll help me.” A maniac streaked across the stage, bent over the foot lights, and glared down at them, mouthing nonsense. Rulon. lifted an admonitary hand. ‘My dear Hackey, spare yourself a stroke. I assure you we’ll open on schedule.” Hackey laughed wildly. “You assure me! You haven’t got the lease. You’re not left without a company to shove in; and at this time of yearl You’ll never get ready with a fresh woman in that part.” Michigan’s Prison Census Shows Ten-Year Increase Detroit— (UP) —Michigan’s pris on population has increased from 2,900 to 8,1.0, or 179 per cent in 10 years, according to Paul W. Voor hies, attorney general of Michigan and ex-officio chairman of the state crime commission. Addressing the Detroit Exchange club, the attorney general offered three proposals as a partial solu tion to the problem of crime in crease. They were: A great uni form*^ of sentences; extended use "I have,” Rulon drawled, “a woman who knows most of the part already,” “Who?” the insane man snarled. Barbara realized that Rulon was worried, but he answered easily: ‘‘Miss Norcross. Anybody can pick up her little part with the time we’ve got.” Hackey jumped over the footlights, walked close, and stared. ‘‘Do you want to cut me off | in my prime?” ; Rulon spread his hands. ‘‘It’s the only way out, and it will do. I guarantee it. I’ll work with her day and night until she’s as good as Man son. I tell you Miss Norcross has an instinct for it. She’ll come through.” Hackey placed his hands on his hips and crowded his voice with irony. • “Charles, pray tell me one thing. Are you in love with Miss Norcross. Rulon flushed angrily, then laughed. - “Go to the devil! I decidedly don’t hate her the way you do.” "Hate her!” Hackey cried. “I’m a showman. I hate amateurs in my productions. Aside from that I love her like sugar plums.” Rulon smiled uneasily at Barbara. “Pay less than no attention to him, Miss Norcross. It runs in his family: dumbness, oafishness, and after to-day we might suspect a touch of paresis. All right, my lad, then no show!” Hackey buried his face in his hands. His voice had a grieving quality. “Go ahead. Do anyth/ng you hanged please. You’ve got me in a vise. But I won’t go to your damned play. The night you open I’ll have my self locked up in a sani tarium.” The new schedule wore Bar bara out, but the hard work steadied her nerves, and limited her chances to brood. After every company re hearsal Rulon kept her for hours, striving with an infinite patience to make her ready. Hackey stayed away from the theater until the night of the dress rehearsal. He stalked on the stage then and grinned at Rulon. “Thought I’d better see, Charles, If I’ll have to have you put away to-morrow.’’ He sat in the back of the orchestra, smoking, and didn’t open his mouth until after the final curtain dropped. Barbara thought she hadn’t been bad, and Rulon beamed on her. Hackey thrust out his chin. “Pretty raw, but you’re also rare—to look at, Norcross. If you don’t disgrace me for life to-morrow night I’ll give you a box of sweetmeats.” Rulon spoke warmly. "She’ll not disgrace you, Guv’nor. That’s all for ' to night. Come, I want to see that you get home. Then go to sleep, and don’t worry. He walked along, talking to her soothingly. Suddenly he paused, laughed, and pointed. “There’s a funny one!” Barbara read in large letters the name “Bars and Stripes” on a boarding in front of a building just off Seventh Avenue. “Probably,” she mused with out interest, “a new night club.” Rulon nodded. “Queer name, though; a trouble-asking name. Promises a novelty. We’ll go when it of probation system, and strength ening of the parole plan. Likeness of Mahatma Shown in Salt-Cellars London — tUP) — Salt cellars made in the likeness of Mahatma Gandhi are on sale in the stores here. He is depicted squatting in his favorite attitude, with loin cloth, spectacles and the inevitable grin. The salt is poured out of several holes in his head. 1'tW great beauty of the Gandhi opens. Trot along now. Lots of sleep and no worry.” But all that night and the next day the fear of failure stayed with Barbara and wouldn’t let her sleep or relax. She didn’t want to disgrace Hackey or Rulon, but much more than that she didn’t care to make a laughing stock of herself. At six o’clock Rulon came to the boarding house, and took her to a quiet restaurant for a bite. “I just know how you feel, but if you don’t get hold of yourself we’ll all come a smash.” He talked to her soothingly, quietly, intensely until her nerves steadied. She would have to get hold of herself for his sake at least. What an opportunity he had given her! And she realized she could never have taken advantage of it without his patient, ex hausting training. But at the theater where he led her im mediately after leaving the restaurant another fear sprang at her. She was dressed, waiting her call in her dressing room. Everything was ready. The curtain would go up at any minute. From the auditorium she had heard the breathing and rustling of the beast. Someone rapped at her door, and Rulon stepped in. He took her hands and drew her to her feet. “This is the moment, my dear. Courage! I’ll be behind you every second.” His grasp tightened. His eyes flashed something new at her. He kissed her quickly on the cheek, then bent and kissed her hand. “Miss Norcross! Miss Nor cross! Curtain!” It was the call boy. She went out, dazed, remembering what Hackey had said that day. “Charles, pray tell me one thing. Are you in love with Miss Norcross‘>'* She stepped on the stage, feeling a little sick. The cur tain swayed up. She grasped the back of a chair. As from a far place she heard Rulon’s rich voice reciting the open ing lines. In a moment she would have to answer him. Could she remember? The house lights were fairly bright. She put her hand to her throat and tried not to stare hypnotically at those two expectant figures in the front row. Steve sat there, his long legs outstretched, his cane hooked over the railing of the orchestra well. At his side Mrs. Twining was erect, intent, her sharp eyes on Barbara. Why had she come? nef giuuuc was uiawn further back where faces were blurred. Harvey would be somewhere out there. All at once she felt cold, without animation. Could that man in the center of the house, so much bigger than the people around him, be Gray Manvel? At first she couldn’t be sure. Tlie face was blurred. Her eyes were misty. Yes, and Esther was with him. She caught her breath and looked away as she realized that Rulon was close beside her, prompting in a panicky whisper. CHAPTER VI At the close Barbara stood in the wings listening to Ru lon's sauve voice from the stage. She felt out of breath, shaken as from too-protracted physical strain. She hadn’t the slightest measure of her suc cess, or lack of it. but she did feel that the piece hadn’t gone particularly well. The ap plause at the end, for instance, had barely justified Rulon’s curtain speech. She saw the carpenter, a morose man in his shirt sleeves, thrust a piece of black tobacco in his mouth; with a sinking heart she heard him spit out venom to another member of his crew. “I’ll bet you my wages for ■he run it doesn’t last a month. The new girl’s green as grass. She’s rotten.” The leading lady came over to her, patted her arm. and salt-cellars is that they can be appreciated both by those who admire the Mahatma and those who do not. BLACK BEAK OFFERED FOR S25 Salem, Ore. — (UP) — A big black bear is yours for $25. "He’s quite tame,” the bear vendor wrote the Chamber of Commerce, "but we can't keep him much longer.” RECORD AIK TRAVEL Washington—The number of pas sengers carried on American air lines during the first 10 months of 1931 was greater than the number said without the smallest sin cerity: “You were perfectly splen did, dear. You look tired. An opening is a strain, isn’t it? Must say Charles is giving them their money’s worth." But Rulon ended just then, and, followed by scattered handclapping, stalked from the stage, took Barbara in his arms, and kissed her. “Author’s privilege!” The leading lady lifted her i painted face. “My privilege, Charles!” Barbara noticed that Rulon merely brushed the leading lady’s cheek with his lips. He had kissed her on the mouth, and her surprise turned to re sentment, and she remem bered uncomfortably his man ner in her dressing room be fore he had earned what he called his privilege. “I’m afraid I spoiled your play.” He smiled at her, but his voice held no more sincerity than the leading lady’s. “Don’t be silly. You were darned good.” He sketched a shudder. “Must say you did give me a scare at the start. Thought for a minute you had a touch of aphasia.” sne snuaaerea too at tne lecollection. It was when she had seen Gray, and realized that Esther was with him, that she had momentarily forgot ten everything in questioning if Esther had dragged Gray there in the hope of seeing her make a fool of herself. Prob ably she had, and now Esther and Gray were laughing at her. But she had tried very hard after the first moment of panic, yet always she had seen Gray’s bulk, or else Mrs. Twining’s cynical, appraising rigidity; and when the final curtain had swished down she had thought of it as a barrier, difficult to cross. Rulon re called her nodding towards the door leading to the auditorium. “Here comes the hard headed Hackey. Maybe he’ll give us the dirt. Hackey sauntered over, chewing a cigar, sleepy-eyed. Rulon took Barbara’s hand and swung it. “Own up. She was pretty good, Guv’nor.” Hackey removed his cigar and contemplated the flies. “I’ll own up she was pretty, Charles.” Barbara’s despondency grew. Rulon made a gesture of dis gust. “Why can’t you put yourself on record for once?” Hackey continued to con template the flies. “Since you ask, I will, about your play. Aside from the fact that it’s pretty too, it’s lousy. I’m on my way now to the poor house to reserve a room with southern exposure.” Barbara sighed. jl m sorry, Mr. nat'Key. 1 guess I was pretty dreadful.” He lifted her chin in his hand, and his eyes were kind. ‘‘No need for you to burst into tears yet, Norcross. Did anybody throw things at you? But that may be because we keep no fruit stand in the lobby. Don’t let’s despair until we’ve seen the papers. Beauty’s been known to soften the heart of the ugliest critic. Good-night. Get some sleep. You’ve earned it.” But Rulon urged her to go to supper. “It’ll help to keep it out of our minds until we can grab the papers.” Her palpable exhaustion made him let her off. “I’ve got to get home or I’ll go to sleep on my feet.” (TO BE CONTINUED) -— COURTHOUSE SOLD FOR TAXES i Oroville, Cal. — (UP) — Butte county’s courthouse, placed errone ously on the assessment rolls, has been sold for delinquent taxes by the city of OrovUle, bought in by the city and given back to the coun ty. Now the county turned the rabies and presented a tax bill to the city for county owned land. - ... + ■» OBSERVE CENTENNIAL Kalamazoo, Mich,—(UP)—Kala mazoo college will celebrate its cen tennial anniversary in October, 1933, college officials have an nounced. A three-day program will I be held. I carried during the entire year of | 1939, the United States department of commerce reports. The total for 1930 was 417,505, while at the end of October, 1931, the figures for the first 10 months of 1931 showed 428, 465 passengers. SETTER USES ELEVATOR Augusta, Me.— (UP) —‘ Skipper,’ a black and white English setter, always waits for the elevator when he wants to go up or downstairs at the etate house. He is a frequent ; visitor at the capitol, being owned by Gov. William Tudor Gardiner. I ! T3-.»-"——— .y STOP YOUR COLD IN 6 HOURS WITH DAROL breaks a cold in 6 hours.N Orivei it away in 12 hour*. / * ’Relieves Headache—Neuralgia—Pair's^ McKesson ^Robbins Qualify Since 1833 Red Man’s Legend of Indian Summer When the smoky haze is o’er tha valley at twilight white Americans I seem to see in it the council smoke of the red man, and call it “Indian summer.” To the red American, however, it Is “lazy-farmer time” and his explan ation of the name and time is like this: The Great Spirit sends the warm *uns of fall to ripen the corn and the pumpkins, and as they turn golden h causes the leaves to fall to show the Indian and the squirrels that har vest time is at hand. Most of the farmers and the ani mals heed the warning and hasten to the work of harvest, but there am some lazy humans and animals who always say, “I shall do that tomor row.” So, to awake these lazy .toiks, Great Spirit calls on (he North Wind to send down a real blast and this makes the lazy folks realize that win ter is at hand and they have no har vested stores. The lazy man and ani mal look upward for pity and then the Great Spirit sends a few warm days so that the lazy folks can do their delayed tasks. After that comes the winter, and woe betide that lazy man who did not catch the real meaning of Indian I summer. -1!_3 Stiff, Aching, Sore! Get quick relief this simple way \ Here’s the way to r»~ lieve painful lumbago i without blistering or Mr burning. Rub on good “ old St. Jacobs Oil. Quickly it draws out inflammation and pain. Wonderful relief comes E* msx&sjf* ...ina minute! at.jacoo» Dil is just the remedy for aches ani pains of Rheumatism, Neuritis, Lum bago, Backache, Neuralgia and son, swollen Joints. Get a small bottlo from your druggist Traveling Laboratory A traveling entomological labora tory for the department of agricul ture ia Tanganyika ia under con struction at Glasgow. The motor laboratory will be used specifically for malarial Investigation. The In terior measures ten feet by six feet and five windows are fitted—two on each 3ide and one on the door, which is at the rear. The windows, louvrea and other openings are covered with copper gauze on the inside to render them proof against the dangerous tsetse fly. The van is also fitted with a special electrical plant. The Truth at Last “The women out our way have formed a secret society.” “Tut! Women don’t know hcv to keep secrets." “But this society Isn’t to kee[ se crets; It’s to tell them.”—Exch eigm The Only Difference There is this difference between great leaders and the average •.I zeu: The average citizen doesn't know how to save the country, e!t!»er, but he doesn’t know it.—Los An geles Times. What of the stay-at-homes whoaro not rolling stones and yet gather no moss? F When Rest Isl Broken 1 ^**3p*r... Acl Promptly When Bladder Irregularities Disturb Sleep Are you bothered with blad der irregularities; burning, scanty or too frequent passage and getting up at night? Heed promptly these symptoms. They may warn of some dis ordered kidney or bladder con dition. Users everywhere rely on Doan’s Pills. Recommended