Psychologist Declares
Flapper’s Dizzy Days Over
Farewell to the flapper. Her dizzy
days are over. Comely she was, and
full of pep. But she knew little or
nothing about brakes, and she has
skidded out of sight, according to Dr.
Ernest L. Talbert, psychologist at the
University of Cincinnati. In fact, the
little miss is so far outmoded that
one might almost expect a return of
the staid days when the McGuflfey
readers were the standard literature
of the family, says the Literary Di
gest.
Doctor Talbert based his studies on
the character of magazines over the
years since the flapper walked on the
stage and took her last cue. "Sev
eral recent studies of American life
from 1890 on show startling changes,"
he reported to a discussion group at
Cincinnati. “A statistical investiga
tion of articles printed in periodical*
reveals a preoccupation with the
changing conditions surrounding the
family, with divorce, birth control,
and sex morals. Approval of more
modern habits show an upward curve
from 1922 to 1929.
“Since then comes a drop. A more
conservative tone appears. The reign
of the flapper is over. Periodicals of
wide circulation are more conven
tional and severe in their professed
code than the intellectual organs and
women's magazines."
Sparrow and Linnet Take
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an extraordinary story of a hen
hedge sparrow and a linnet that in
sisted on nesting in the same spot
Since neither would give In, the two
birds finally constructed n Joint nest
and both deposited eggs in it. Dur
ing the incubation period the birds
were observed to take turns on the
nest, but when it was time for the
eggs to hatch the linnet was driven
off. Two baby sparrows and one
linnet were hatched in the nest,
but only the sparrows survived.
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KENNEL §
URDER
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SYNOPSIS
Philo Vance, expert In solving
crime mysteries. Is called In to in
vestigate the supposed suicide of
Archer Coe. District Attorney Mark*
ham and Vance go to Voe's house.
Thfy find Wrede, a friend of Coe's,
there; also a Signor Grass!, a guest.
The door of the death chamber is
bolted from the inside. They force
it. Coe is clothed in a dressing
gown, but wears street shoes. Heath
says it is suicide. Vance says it is
murder. The medical examiner says
suicide; then finds evidences of mur
der. He says Coe had been dead for
hours when the bullet entered his
head. A small wound Is found,
which had bled Internally. Coe's
coat and waistcoat have holes coin
ciding with the wound, showing Coe
was fully dressed when he was
stabbed. They find a wounded Scotch
terrier. Vance takes the dog to a
veterinarian.
CHAPTER III—Continued
—5—
“I know nothing about it, sir," he
said with quiet suavity. "I am not
of the police. Perhaps you know
a great deal about It." His tone,
though on the surface polite, was
an insult.
Heath was piqued.
"We know plenty," he boasted
truculently. “And when we get go
ing, it won’t be so d—n pleasant
for you.”
Markham stepped forward. "You
gentlemen will have to wait In the
drawing room for a while," he said
to Grassl and Wrede. “And please
be so good as to keep the door
closed until we want you. Come,
Sergeant," Markham said, "we’d bet
ter make a onee-over of Coe's room
before the boys get here."
Heath sullenly led the way up
stairs.
During the next five minutes or
so, Markham and the sergeant
walked about Coe's quarters giving
them n cursory inspection. Heath
went to each window and raised
the shades. When he had completed
his rounds he went up to Markham.
"Here’s a funny one, sir. The win
dows are all shut tight—but that
ain't all. Every one of ’em is locked.
And this room is on the second
story, so that no one could get In
from the outside. Why all the pre
caution?”
"Archer Coe was a peculiar man,
Sergeant," Markham replied. "He
was always afraid burglars would
break in and steal his treasures.”
"Who’d want this junk?” Heath
grumbled skeptically, and moved to
the desk.
Markham, after casually Inspect
ing the closet, walked across the
room to the teakwood chest beneath
one of the east windows. “I’ve seen
nothing of the weapon that killed
Coe,” he remarked.
“It’s not here," Heath asserted
dogmatically. “It was withdrawn
from Coe’s body, and I’ll bet the
guy cached It where it wouldn’t be
found.”
A few minutes later Vance re
turned to the house. As he entered
the room his face was troubled, and
anger smoldered In his gray eyes.
“There’s a good chance she’ll
live," he reported; “hut that was a
vicious blow some one dealt her. A
blunt instrument of some kind." (I
had rarely seen Vance so upset.)
“What does it all mean?" Mark
ham asked him. “Where does that
dog fit in?”
"I don't know yet.” Vance sank
Into a chair and took out ills cig
arette case. "But I have n feelin’
it's our opening wedge. That little
dog Is the one totally irrelevant
item in this whole bloody affair—
she’s our one contact with the world
outside. She doesn’t belong here,
and therefore will have something
important to say to us. Further
more, she was wounded in tills
house.”
Markham’s eyes suddenly nar-'
rowed.
“And the wound was similar to i
the one on Coe’s lieud, and in the
same place.”
Vance nodded dubiously.
“But that may lie merely a coin
cidence," he returned after a mo
ment. “In any event, no one in this
house cared for dogs. There's never
been one here. No member of this
household brought that dog In,
Markham. But hud the dog got in
by mistake, no member of the fam
ily would have hesitated to strike
it.”
“You think an outsider brought)
it In?”
“No, that wouldn’t be reasonable I
either.’ Vance frowned meditative- ]
Jy. “Thnt’s the strange tiling about j
the dog’s presence here. It was
probably a terrible accident—n fatal1
I miscalculation. That’s why I’m so ■
deuced Interested. And then there’s
this point to be considered: the per
son who found the dog here was
afraid to let her out. Instead—for]
bis *wn safety he tried to kiii her j
and then hid her behind the por
tieres downstairs. And he almost
succeeded In killing her. The dog
either witnessed the stabbing or was
present in the house shortly after
ward.”
“It’s a curious situation,” Mark
ham murmured.
"Yes. it’s curious,” Vance agreed.
“And damnable. But once we trace
the dog’s ownership, we may know
something {vertlnent. That little
Seattle is no mere pet-shop com
panion. Far from It. She'd make
trouble In the ring for some of our
leading winners, I know h little
about Scotties. Markham, and I
have an idea she’s got both Lauries
ton and Ornsny blood In her."
“That’s all very well”—Markham
was annoyed by Vance’s technical
ities—-“but what do those things
mean to anyone but a breeder? 1
can’t see that they get us any
where."
“Oh, but they do," smiled Vance.
"They get us much forrader. The
breeding of certain blood lines In
this country Is known to every sprl
ous dog fancier. And a bitch like
this one is the result of years of In
tensive breeding. Furthermore,
she's in perfect show condition
now; and the chances are that a
dog as good as this one has been
shown. And whenever a dog Is
shown, another set of facts Is put
on record."
“Huh!" Heath was unimpressed.
“But even If you did find the own
er of tiiis niut, where would you
be?' The owner might simply say.
•Oh, thank you, kind sir. The little
devil ran away last Thursday.'"
Vance smiled.
“So he might. Sergeant. But well
bred dogs don’t follow strangers
into unknown houses. Moreover,
dogs as good as this one are not
generally permitted to roam the
streets unattended. There’s some
thing particularly strange about
that dog’s presence In this house
last night. If I had the explana
tion. I’d know infinitely more about
the murderer. Until we have fur
ther data, we must assume that he
viciously injured the Scottie—
probably to keep her quiet—”
What Vance was going to say
further was interrupted by a noise
of footsteps and voices in tbe low
er front hall. A moment later, three
plain-clothes men and two uni
formed officers from the local pre
cinct station clattered into the
room.
“I have taken charge of the
case," Markham told them. “We’re
handling it from headquarters, but
we’ll want two men to guurd the
house.”
‘‘Certainly, sir." A heavy-set,
gray-haired man saluted, and
turned to the uniformed officers.
"You, Hanlon and Riordan, stay
here. Mr. Markham'll give you or
ders.”
J he three plain-clothes men had
scarcely departed when the finger
print experts—Captain Dubois and
Detective Bellamy — arrived, with
the official photographer, Peter
Quackenbush. Under Heath's or
ders, they went systematically
about their work.
“What I want to know,” the ser
geant told them, “Is who locked
those windows and turned on the
lights In this room. And I want to
know who went outa this room
last."
Vance beckoned Heath to one
side.
“I can throw some light Into the
gloom of your uncertainties, Ser
geant," he said. “Coe himself
locked the windows and pulled
down the shades; and he also
switched on the lights. But I’ll ad
mit I'm In a Stygian darkness us to
who was the last person to hnndle
the doorknob."
Heath called to Captain Dubois,
"Say, Cap; take tbe right thumb
print of tbe body on the bed, and
see if you can cheek It with the
prints on the window-catches and
the light switch."
Dubois went to tbe bed. A few
minutes luter he returned with a
piece of cardboard on which was
an ink impression of Coe's thumb.
"You had the right dope. Ser
geant." he said. "It looks like the
guy on the bed locked this window,”
lie then went through the same
process of minute comparison with
the catches <m the other windows.
When he was through he came to
Heath.
"All the same—ns far as I can
see. Two of the lockplates are
blurred, but they seem to match."
“Now, Cap," said Heath, "try the
switch nnd the doorknob."
Dubois went to the switch nnd,
after sprinkling powder over It,
blew upon it gently nnd studied It
through his glass.
"Same here," he nodded. “I can't
be sure, you understand, until I get
the photographic enlargements and
compare ’em. But the prints look
the same—the whorl type with a
pronounced ridge dot and sever
al distinctive bifurcations."
Heath smoked a while In silence.
"Try that gun on the desk,
wrapped In my handkerchief."
Dubois obeyed.
"Nothing here." he told the ser
geant after a few minutes. "The
trigger's incised and wouldn’t take
a print Looks to me as If It had
been wiped clean before the fellow
picked It up."
"It had.” Vance spoke lethargical
ly. “It’s a waste of time to Inspect
the gun. If there are any marks
on It, they're Coe's.”
The sergeant stood glaring at
Vance. Finally he shrugged and
waved his hand in dismissal to Du
bois.
"Thanks, Cap. I guess that’ll be
all."
Dubois and Bellamy and the pho
tographer had scarcely quitted the
room when Commanding Ofllcer
Moran of the detective bureau, fol
lowed closely by Detectives Burke
and Snitkin of the homicide bureau,
came In.
Moran greeted us plensantly and
asked Markham several questions
concerning the case. He seemed re
lieved to find Markham on the
scene, and, at the district attor
ney's request, otlielally assigned
Heath to the case. He left us al
most immediately, manifestly glad
to get away.
Burge and Snlrkln had come at
Heath's specific request, and, after
greeting the sergeant, -stood by the
mantelpiece awaiting orders.
Markham sat down at the desk,
and made a peremptory gesture to
Heath.
“Let’s see what we can find out
from the people in the house, Ser
geant." lie deferred to Vance.
“What do you say to beginning with
Gamble?”
Vance nodded.
“Quite. A bit of domestic gossip
to start with. And don’t fall to
pry into the movements and where
abouts of brother Brisbane last
night."
There was, however, another In
terruption before the examination
took place. The front door hell
rang, and presently two men bear
ing a coffin-shaped basket entered
the room. They lifted Coe’s body
Into it, and. without a word, car
ried their gruesome burden out.
Markham drew a deep breath and
looked at Ids watch.
"Get Gnmhle up here, Sergeant,”
he said, leaning back in Ids chair.
Heath sent one of the uniformed
officers to the street with Instruc
tions to keep nil strangers away
"How Do You Know Mr. Coe Took
the Five-thirty Train?”
from the house, the other he sta
tioned In the hall outside of Coe’s
room. He ordered Burke to the
lower hall to answer the front
door. Then he disappeared down
the stairs.
Presently he returned with the
butler iu tow.
Markham beckoned Gamble to the
desk. The man came boldly for
ward, but, despite his effort, he
could not disguise his nervous fear.
"We want some Information
about the conditions In this house
last night," Markham began gruff
ly. “And we want the truth—un
derstand?"
“Certainly, sir—anything I know,
sir."
“First, take a look at that re
volver. Kver seen It before.”
"Yes, sir. I've seen it often. It
was Mr. Archer Coe's revolver."
"When did you see it last?"
"Yesterday morning, sir, when 1
was straightening up the library.
Mr. Coe had left a record hook on
the table, and when I put it away
in the drawer, I saw the revolver."
Markham nodded, as If satisfied.
"Who was In the house last night
after dinner?"
“Yesterday was Wednesday, sir,"
the man answered. “There is no
dinner here on Wednesdays. It’s
' the servants' night off. Kvery one
dines out—except Mr Archer Coe
occasionally. I fix h cold supper
for him sometimes before I go."
"And last night ?"
"I prepared a salad ami cold cuts
for him. The rest of the family
had engagements outside,"
"What time did you go?”
“About six-thirty, sir."
“And Ihere was no one but Mr.
Archer Coe in the house ut that
time?”
“.No, sir—no one. Miss I.ake tele
phoned from the Country club early
In the afternoon that she would not
, he home till late. And Mr. Crawl,
Mr. Coe's guest, went out shortly
before four. I understood he bad
an appointment with the curator of
oriental antiquities of the Metro
politan museum."
"And Mr. Brisbane Coe, you said
over thq phone, was In Chicago."
Markham's statement was actually
a question.
“He wasn't In Chicago at that
time, sir,” Gamble explained. "He
was en route, so to speak. He took
the flve-thlrty train from the Grand
Central last evening."
“How do you know Mr. Coe took
the five thirty train?"
Gamble looked perplexed.
"I didn’t exactly see him off, sir,"
he replied, after blinking several
times. "But I phoned for the res
ervations, and packed his suitcase,
and got him a taxi."
“What time did he leave the
house?"
"A little before live, sir.”
Vance roused himself from ap
parent lethargy. t
"I say Gamble,"—he spoke with
out looking up—"when did Mr.
Brisbane decide on his Jaunt to Chi
cago?"
The butler turned his head
toward Vance In mild surprise.
“Why, not until after four o'clock.
It was a rather sudden decision, sir
—or so It seemed to me. He gen
erally plans on his Chicago trips
the day before."
"Ah!" Vance raised his eyes lan
guidly. “Does he make many trips
to Chicago?”
"About one a month, I should say,
Rlr."
"Do you know wlint the attraction
is In Chicago?"
“Not exactly, sir. But several
times I have heard him discussing
the meetings there of some learned
society. My Impression Is that he
goes to Chicago to attend them."
"Yes, uulte reasonable. . . . Queer
chap, Brisbane," Vance mused.
“He's Interested In all sorts of out
of-the-way subjects. ... So he made
a sudden decision to migrate west
after four o’clock yesterday, and
departed before five. . . . Most In
terestin'. . . . And now. Gamble,
think carefully before you answer.
Did you notice anything unusual In
Mr. Brisbane Coe’s manner last eve
ning?"
The man gave a slight start. IBs
gaze turned quickly to Vance, nnd
he swallowed twice before nnswer
tng.
"I did, sir—so help me God, I did 1
He wns not altogether himself. He's
usually very calm and even-going.
But before he left here he seemed
distracted ami—and fidgety. And he
did a most peculiar thing, sir, be
fore he left the house:—he shook
hands with Mr. Archer. I’ve never
seen him shake hands with Mr.
Archer before. And he said ‘Good
by, brother.’ It was most peculiar,
for he has never, to my knowledge,
called Mr. Archer by anything but
his first name."
"As I understand it, when Mr.
Brisbane had gone you and Mr.
Archer were left alone In the
house."
“Why, yes, sir." The man was
brenthing heavily: all of his obse
quiousness had departed. "But I
only stayed long enough to prepare
Mr. Archer’s supper. . . .’’
“And left Mr. Archer alone?”
“Yes! He was sitting In the li
brary downstairs reading."
“And where did you go and how
disport yourself?"
Gamble leaned forward earnestly.
"I had dinner, nnd then I went to
a motion picture.”
"And what other servants are
there In the house?"
For some reason the man
breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"There's only two, sir, beside my
self." His voice was steadier now.
"The Chinese cook—"
"Ah, a Chinese cook, eh? How
long has he been here?"
“Only a few months."
"(io on.
“Then there’s Miss Luke’s per
sonal maid. And that’s all, sir.”
“When did the cook nnd Miss
Lake's maid leave the house yester
day?"
“Right after lunch. That’s the
usual order on Wednesdays, sir.”
“And when did they return?"
“Late last night. I myself came
In at eleven. I was just retiring—
about midnight, I should say. sir—
when I heard the cook sneak In.”
Vance's eyebrows went up.
“Sneak?"
“lie always sneaks, sir. He's
very sly and tricky and—and de
vious, sir—if you know what I
mean.”
"Probably his oriental upbring
ing*” remarked Vunce casually,with
a faint smile. “Tell me. Is it usual
for the servants to stay out lute
Wednesdays?"
“Yes. sir."
“Then, If anyone were familiar
with the domestic arrangements
here, he would know that he could
count on the house being tree front
servants Wednesday nights.”
“Thafs right, sir.”
Vunce smoked thoughtfully a mo-’
merit. Then:
“Do you know at what hour Miss
Lake and Mr. (irassl came In last
night?"
"I couldn't say, sir.” Humbleshot
Vance a curious look from the cor
ner of his eye. "Hut It must have
been very late. It was after one
o'clock before I went to sleep, and
neither of them had returned at
that time."
“Mr. (Irassl has a key to the
house?”
“Yes, sir."
"How long has Mr. flrnssl been
Mr. Hoe's guest V
“It was a week yesterday."
1 (TO UB OOMTINUSD)
HOW
S HO
By Bob Nichols
0 Shooting Editor, Field and StrcamM
GOOD eyesight Is a great aid In
becoming a good wtngshot
Hut on the other hand, poor eye
sight need not necessarily hinder
you to any marked extent in be
coming a good shot. Some excel
lent shots I have known are men
who wear spectacles. Since all of
the Information I give you has been
gleaned from personal experience,
not from hearsay, I tnke the liber
ty of becoming personal and tell
ing you that from enrly boyhood I
have worn spectacles. Although I
cannot see well enough without my
glasses to read ordinary newspa
per type, yet on the skeet Held I
break Just ns good scores without
my glasses as when wearing them.
In fact, without the "specs’’ I do
even a little better, striking an
average.
Slightly Incredible as this may
seem, there is a trick In It, and I’ll
tell you what It Is. Shooting skeet
one knows exactly where his target
Is coming from. One also knows
within three seconds Just when It
will flash Into view. Aud you know
exactly Its line of flight. The fact
Is, one does not need particularly
keen eyesight to shoot well. Hut
to see ull the game that gets In
front of you In the field—this does
require all the eyesight you can
muster. Thus, with two gunners
of equal shooting skill, the one with
the keenest eyesight will In all prob
ability get the most shots In the
field and will, on that nccotint, kill
the most game.
Naturally, what I say here does
not apply to skill In rifle shooting,
because with the single-bullet gun
and Iron sights the man with the
keener eyes is nlwa.vs the better
shot.
Knowing that I shoot the shotgun
a little better without spectacles, 1
frequently hunt In the field with
out wearing them. Hut on such oc
casions I like to hunt alone. 1 use
my ears and do not want a distract
ing sound of a companion rustjlng
through the brush. Many a rabbit
nnd grouse I have killed where, but
for my ears, I would never have
seen them to get a shot. Alone, I
always hunt very slowly, so that I
can catch quickly any sound other
than my own. Hut even so, I Im
agine mnny a rabbit gets up with
in easy shooting dlstnnce of me that
I never Ree. The secondary reason
why I do not like to wear specta
cles afield Is that they are n nui
sance In rain or fog. But going
without them Is somewhat danger
ous in this respect: you muy be
hit In the eye by switching brush
with painful and even serious con
sequences. Without your "specs"
on your eyes are slow In their pro
tective reflexes.
The primary reason why 1 prefer
to shoot without glnsses Is, ns I
have said, that I shoot better with
out them. For It Is true In shotgun
shooting, that If you see well
enough to distinguish your target,
you can see well enough to hit It
with a load of shot. All shotgun
shooting should be done with the
eyes at what I used to refer to as
"wide vision.” Since then, one of
my oculist friends hns given me the
correct term for this. He calls It
keeping the eyesight at "universal
focus.” In other words, keep your
eyes focused on no particular ob
ject. This Is particularly applica
ble In skeet shooting. Rut It ap
plies In the field, t*o. Keep your
eyes wide open. See everything
clearly In your field of vision. When
the target or bird flashes out do
not strain your eyesight In Intense
concentration of focus on It. Main
tain your sight nt universal focus.
In this way you will be alertly
aware of the target, aware of the
line nnd speed of Its flight, and also
awnre of your gun without concen
trating too much of your attention
on It.
Failure to keep the eyes at uni
versal focus is largely responsible,
In my opinion, for most shooters
declaring that they cannot shoot
with both eyes open. < 'ertnlnly you
can’t shoot with both eyes open If
you are trying to look Intently at
your barrel from breech to muzzle,
and nt the same time are trying to
see the flying target! It Just can’t
be done. Kven the crack aerial
rifle and pistol shots could not
make their astounding records with
this kind of alternating eye atten
tion. I am convinced that all good
shots on moving or living targets,
regardless of whether they shoot
with shotgun, rifle, or pistol, use
this universal eye focus In their
shooting. If you can acquire this
trick—and you certainly can—you
Just can’t help becoming a much
better shot.
* (15. \Ve»t»rn Nvwstwner Union.
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The flowers are stemless. ahaut
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DEMAND FOR NOVELTY
“What we need.” said the emphatic
citizen, "Is some new laws."
"Maybe you’re right,’’ answered
Senator Sorghum. "Even a law can
grow old and convey the Impression
that It has outlasted Its usefulness."
—Washington Star.
Hard to Fill
Aunt ’Liza’s mistress was talking
to her one morning when suddenly
she discovered a little pickaninny
standing shyly behind his mother's
skirts. "Is this your little boy, Aunt
’Liza?” she asked.
“Yes, miss, dot’s Prescription.”
“Goodness, what a funny name,
auntie, for a child! How In the world
did you happen to call him that?”
“Ah Simply calls him dot becuz ah
has sech hnhd wuk getting him
filled.”
Just Reporting
“Yes, dear,” she said to her friend
over ten. "My husband, I assure
you, Is the only man who has ever
kissed me.”
"Really, daring? Er—but tell me,
are you bragging or complaining?"—
Register (Des Moines).
In Trouble
Life Saver—Are you In difficul
ties?
Fair Bather—Yes. Needle and
thread and a button as soon as you
can get them.—Weekly Telegraph
(Sheffield).