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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 10, 1935)
This Makes- Duck Shooting Look Very Easy
JOHN ». COYVIKSON, nationally
known wild duck tamer, has a
way with him, as may he judged
from this picture of him and some
friends on Lost Lake, Florida. Most
of the birds are mallards, and with
John are about ns tame as chickens.
PETER FINDS DOTTY THE
HAVING been reminded of Dotty
the Tree Sparrow, Peter Rab
bit was eager to find him and learn
how he hnd fared through the sum
inter. He was at a loss Just where
to look for Dotty until he rentem
bered a eertaln weedy Held, along
one edge of which the bushes had
been left growing.
So Peter hurried over to the
weedy Held and there, sure enough.
"Speaking of Neste, Do You Build
in a Tree?" Inquired Peter.
he found Dotty and a lot of his
friends. They were very busy get
ting their breakfast. Some were
clinging to the weed stalks picking
the seeds out of the tops, while
others were picking up seeds from
the ground. It was cold; Hough
Brother North Wind was doing his
best to blow up a snow storm. It
Do You Know—
That the custom of strewing
flowers on the graves of sol
diers originated among
Southern women during the
Civil war. This beautiful cus
tom gradually spread over
the country and in 1868-69
Gen. John A. Logan, com
mander-in-chief «f the G. A.
R., appointed the 30th of
May as Decoration Day.
Ct McClure Nnwnpupur 8j udlc*t«.
wasn't at all the kind of a day when
anybody would expect to find any
one In high spirits, but Dotty was.
lie was even singing as Peter came
up, and all about Dotty's friends and
relatives were twittering as merrily
as If It were the beginning of spring
Instead of winter.
Dotty was very nearly the size of
Uttle Prlend the Song Sparrow, and
looked somewhat like him save that
his breast wns clear ashy-gray, all
but it little dark spot In the middle,
the little dot from which he has
been named. He wore a chestnut
cap. almost exactly like that of
Chippy the Chipping Sparrow. It
reminded Peter that Dotty Is often
called the Winter Chippy.
“Welcome hack," cried Peter. “It
does my heart good to see you!"
“Thunk you, Peter." twittered Dot
ty happily. “In u wny, It Is good to
know an old friend Is glad to see
“Well, It IS good," declared Pe
ter very emphatically. “At best
there are few enough folks about in
winter, and I don’t know of anyone
I enjoy having for a neighbor more
thnn I do you."
“Thank you again," cried Dotty,
“and please let me return the com
pliment. 1 like cold weather. I like
winter when there Isn't too much
Ice and stormy weather. I always
feel good when It Is cold. That Is
one reason I go north to nest.”
"Speaking of nests, do you build
In a tree?" Inquired Peter.
"Usually on or near the ground,"
Tuned in on the 74th Congress
m m v,
replied Dotty. “lteally I am a
ground bird, although I mn called a
tree sparrow. Most of us sparrows
spend our time on or near the
“I know,” replied I’eter. "I'm very
fond of the Sparrow family. I Just
love your cousin, Chippy. I wish
he would stay all winter."
Dotty laughed a tinkling little
laugh, good to hear. “Cousin Chippy
would starve to denth." she declared.
“He eats worms and hugs and has
to go where he can get them. I eat
seeds and can get plenty here, so I
©. T. W. BurgeM.—WNU Service.
! “TT- -T
|| A WOMAN’S EYES
THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN
FROM the Balkans comes news of
a peasant girl who hanged her
self because she was not the pret
tiest girl In the world.
Her name was Angjellja Nnkitch,
and she lived near the village of
Rasnlk. <'matin. She was regard
ed as the most beautiful girl In her
district, and some one told her she
was tile prettiest girl in the world.
It seems then that a neighbor re
turned from a journey and told
Angjellja that in so nearby a place
as Zagreb, the capital of Croatia,
there, were prettier girls than she.
THE BURDEN OF
By ANNE CAMPBELL
'|-'HE future may be dark with
1 certain sorrow,
But I will walk a valiant wny.
1 will not take the burden of to
Upon my heart today.
1 will not lift a sack of phantom
From a remembered year,
And bear their bogus weight. Like
They soon would disappear.
I am content today! Why should I
From Fate l cannot stay?
I will not take the burden of tomor
Upon my heart today.
* MOTHER’S *
THIS is the time of the year when
entertaining is done for the
young folks, when colorful and in
teresting dishes are more appre
Take bright thin skinned or
anges, wash, cut the skins from the
blossom end to the stem end, but
not quite through, leaving a small
portion to hold the petals in shape.
Cut into points to resemble a flower.
Carefully remove the pulp, not to
break the flower. Cut the pulp into
small pieces, draining off the Juices
to add to the dressing. To eight or
anges take one apple finely diced,
two tnhiespoonfuls of lemon Juice
poured over it to keep it from dls
Question box I
b ED WYNN, ' 'he Perfect Fool I
Dear Mr. Wynn:
A young man Invited me to the
Metropolitan opera house where
they were singing the opera "Alda.”
I went with him, but the minute we
got In the theater he started talk
ing to me and never stopped the
entire evening. I couldn’t tell you
what the opera was about, as
he talked so much I only heard him.
He has Invlt'd me again to go next
week to the opera "II Trovatore.”
Shall I accept?
Answer: By nil means accept and
go with him, especially If you have
never heard HIM In "U Trovatore.”
f Dear Mr. Wynn:
I have 17 children and I nm the
father of these 17 children and 1
want to take m.v 17 children to the
circus to look at the animals, but
I cannot afford to buy 17 tickets for
my 17 children to look at the ani
mals. What shall I do?
I. M. SIMPLE.
Answer: Take your 17 children
to the circus and ask for the man
ager When he finds out thnt the
17 children are your children and
that you are the father of the 17
Children you won’t have to buy
tickets to go In and take a look at
the animals. He'll bring the unl
mals out to take a look at you.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
While on my vacation, at the sea
shore. 1 saw something shaking and
about a mile out In the ocean. As
1 did not have my field glasses 1
could not make out exactly what it
was that was shaking so In the
water. .My curiosity Is aroused.
Can you tell me what it was that
kept shaking and shaking, all the
time, in the ocean? I heg to re
Answer: From your description,
of the way the thing you saw shak
ing so much and the fact that It
was In the ocean, it must have been
a Nervous Wreck.
©. th# Annotated Newspaper*.
How Nome Got Its Name
The earliest maps of Alaska
drawn up hy United States gov
ernment cartographers didn’t have
names for all the bays, capes and
inlets. Among the spots that were
nameless was a cai>e which Jutted
far out into the Herlng sea. Some
early official, who disliked to see a
map without the proper labels, pen
ciled across this cape the query,
“Name?" A copyist, transcribing
this map a little later, misread it
and labeled the cape Nome. Nome
it has been ever since, and when a
city sprarg up there it, too, became
coloring, add two tablespoonfuls of
sugar, one-half cupful of diced cel
ery and one-half cupful of broken
nutments. Arrange the cups on let
tuce, fill with the salad mixture,
adding mayonnaise and seasoning
to taste, using the orange Juice In
stead of cream to add to the may
Cranberry Orange Salad.
Prepare molds of cranberry sauce.
Arrange in the center a nest of
lettuce and place thin slices of or
ange around the mold. Top the cran
berry with a rose of mayonnaise
and place a candled cranberry on
each slice of orange.
Cut strips of fat salt pork and
cover the breast of a firm, plump
“Pop, what is a gallop?”
®, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
So Angjelijn went to the burn und
I hanged herself, writing In a note
that she did not want to live in a
world that contained prettier girls.
Incredible, did you say, that any
one should he unwilling to live just
because she could not he the pret
tiest girl in the world?
Not at all. People are always
wanting to die for some reason tiiat
seems perfectly absurd to the rest
of us. After all. death might he
considered preferable to living in
misery. And don't the majority of
us live In misery—or its equivalent
in perhaps milder terms—because
of something we want with an in
tensity that would seem to most
people, if they knew It, absolutely
It’s that wanting so hard tiiat Is
the trouble. It Is like living your
life attached to an opera glass—
seeing only one thing, many times
magnitied, to the exclusion of every
thing else. It distorts values and
throws everything out of balance.
A thing that need really have no
important hearing on our leading
useful, happy lives becomes like a
malignant growth on the healthy
tissue of life—whether it is some
thing you are sure is important or
Just some silly thing that some one
else u-ants, like being ttie prettiest
girl in the world.
©. Bel! Syndicate.—WNU Service.
Shirred wings and a bustle effect
are here gracefully interpreted in a
brocaded lame taffeta. Shaded tu
lips in orange and blue with green
leaves form an all-over pattern on a
cream colored background.
turkey or other fowl. After stuffing
place in a roaster and brown. Dur
ing the baking baste every fifteen
minutes with orange juice and
lemon juice. Add two teaspoonfuls
of lemon juice to a cupful of or
ange Juice while basting. Use the
liquid in the pan also for basting.
The fruit juice enhances the flavor,
making It more tender.
Prepare and bake a plain sponge
cake In a square tin. When cool cut
into rounds with a cookie cutter
and cover with any creamy frosting.
Roll in tinted coconut Decorate
with halves of nuts, sliced dates ar
ranged In designs or with bits of
maraschino cherries or candied
®. Western Newspaper Union.
Early Telephone Switchboard*
The first intercommunication of
telephone lines by means of a
switchboard occurred at Boston In
1877. In 1878 the first commercial
switchboard was installed In New
Haven, Conn., with 21 subscribers.
Dome for a New Planetarium
WHEN the Hayden planetarium ot the American Museum of Natural
History In New York Is completed It will have architectural features
never before used. Tin Turkmen are seen here putting the outer covering
on the dome.
A Lady Short
By WILLIAM DE LISLE
©. McClure N**wsnai»er Syndicate.
THEY both behaved splendidly.
Nobody In the room could guess
that the introduction was not that
of two strangers.
He wondered as he drank his
soup what could have brought her
to this house; what she could pos
sibly have in common with fat, vul
gar Mrs. Bowman, their hostess, j
He eyed her askance, and thought
of the first time they had been sent
in to dinner together, fifteen months
before. Then she had been friend
ly; now she scorned him. Well, he
would scorn her, too. He would
show her how little he cared.
“I heard some one say this morn
ing that you were engaged," he said,
turning to her. “May I congratu
She shot him a hostile glance.
“It is not true. Once is enough—”
She broke off; then continued frig
idly. “My fortunate escape from
what would undoubtedly have been
an unhappy marriage naturally prej
udices me against matrimony."
There was a silence. Finally he
said reproachfully: “You haven't
asked after Aunt Laura."
“How Is Miss Glendon?”
"Very well, thank you. She’s
never had another attack since that
one. Strange, Isn't it? If she hadn’t
been ill we wouldn’t have quarreled,
and we’d have been married by
now. . . ,”
Aunt Laura lived alone on her
beautiful place in Maine in close
proximity to some splendid trout
fishing and a good golf course.
When she heard of the engagement
she wrote and asked them down
for a visit. They jumped at it.
But the rain, the confinement,
and the prolonged tete-a-tete got
on their nerves. What led to the
explosion neither could say now,
but the engagement terminated at
precisely three-thirty. Shortly aft
erward he had been sent abroad by
his firm, had now just returned,
and had never seen nor heard of her
till Mrs. Bowman Introduced them
"Perhaps," she said presently, “I
ought to congratulate you.”
"It would be premature," he con
fessed. “Though I must admit an
announcement is not far off.”
The conversation lapsed again.
Their eyes met. He said hastily,
"Have you dined here before?”
“How did Mrs. Bowman manage
to rope you in?”
A faint flush dyed her cheeks.
"If it comes to that, how did Mr.
Bowman rope you in?”
“He’s one of our best clients.
But I had no idea’’—his voice
dropped to a whisper—“I would
meet a gang like this. “I repeat—
how did Mrs. Bowman ever get you
“I happened to have no other
“Well, of course, It’s none of my
business. Let’s change the subject
How’s your austere guardian, Mr.
She flushed. "He is abroad,” she
said, turning slightly away from
For a moment neither of them
“Do you know,” he said suddenly,
“that your Mr. Hopkins had a lot
to do with our engagement going
on the rocks?”
She was genuinely surprised.
“How could he?”
"You remember I saw him the day
before we went to Aunt Laura’s?
Well, he implied that I was after
your money. Tiiat was really what
started It. I began the visit in a
bad temper. ..."
But she had risen. He watched
her going out with the other worn
nn—a swan among a brood of wad
dling geese. And again he wondered
what she could be doing In that
house. He moved toward Mr. Bow
Mr. Bowman," he began, “the
girl I took In—Miss Dodd—”
"Say, I’m sorry about that,” Mr.
Bowman Interrupted. “It’s the
wife’s fault. She got you mixed
up with Mr. Goetz and gave him
your lady, Miss Miller. Then we
were a lady short, so she called In
Miss Dodd, our governess.”
“Governess 1 Miss Dodd? Why I
used to know Miss Dodd very well.
“Not any more. From what 1
heard her guardian gambled most
of her money nway, then skipped to
Europe. Left her without a dime.”
In the living room she wns sit
ting apart. lie went straight up to
“I’ve heard,” he added. ”1 mean
about Hopkins. Why didn't you
She looked up In surprise. “You
didn't know. . . .? But I see now
you didn’t—'* She stopped, her lips
quivering. Gently, he led her out
on the terrace.
"Don't pity me!” she cried mid
denly, sharply, “i don’t want your
plcy. 1 wish I hadn’t come oul
here. Why did you bring me?”
“I wanted to apologize for my at
titude,” he told her. “I wns lying
at dinner when 1 pretended I didn't
care. And. of course. It's nil non
sense about Miss Tobin. 1 wnnt
you to give me another chance,
For an Instant she stood still,
while he searched her eyes for an
ancient sign. He found It. Then
he took her In his arms.
There is no reason why pajamas
should not be as smart as anything
else a woman wears—and every rea
son why they should. Here are some
that are as carefully designed as a
suit. Look at the way that girdle
business mounts in a becoming V in
the front and ties in a clever bow in
the back, emphasizing the slender
lines of the waist. Those tiny revers
are exactly the finish it needs at the
neck, and the well-cut trousers are
both comfortable and good looking.
It is, of course, a two-piece model,
nice to make in a neatly patterned
cotton or a plain or figured flannel
Pattern 2045 is available in sizes
12, 14, 10, 18 and 20. Size 16 takes
4% yards 30 inch fabric. Illustrated
step-by-step sewing instructions In
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.THE ONLY DRAWBACK
Blinks—Did you take an exten
sive tour on your vacation?
Jinks—No, but if I’d had a vaca
tion and owned a car and had money
to have financed one, I would have.
Little Mae—Mother. I know why
people laugh up their sleeves.
Little Mae—Cecnuse that’s where
their funnybone is.
Exhauxted the Supply
The Pacifist—You shouldn't have
beaten up your neighbor even if he
did injure you. You should have been
patient and turned the other cheek.
The Belligerent—I did that until I
ran out of cheeks.
There I»n’t Any
“My wife always has the last
“Mine never gets to It.”—London
The Traveling Judge
“Have "on any fixed abode?"
“No; I'm on circuit, like your
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