Arabs in Palestine Demonstrating Against Jews
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Striking against British rule and Jewish Immigration, part of the Arab gathering of over 10.000 that
assembled at Abou Ghosh, Jlrjath-Jearim, Palestine, recently, Is shown pledging allegiance to their leaders
who mapped a nationalist movement.
Complete Privacy in Glass House
The girls of Alpha Chi Omega sorority at Butler university. Indian
apolis, dwell in a glass house, but they have no fear of “Peeping Toms,”
for the glass walls are non-transparent. They are, however, translucent,
admitting plenty of light.
Peaks of Yosemite
Climbed by Students
Cathedral spires, forbidding nee
dle-like peaks which tower 2,115
feet above Yosemite valley, have
been conquered again. Four Univer
slty of California students, members
of the rock-climbinK section of the
Sierra club, made the ascent under
perilous conditions.
HIS 1I1TH BIRTHDAY
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John Harry Davis, photographed
as he appeared holding his one hun
dredth grandchild while celebrating
his one hundred and eleventh birth
day on his farm near Bainbridge,
Ohio. Mr. £>avis has nearly 175 des
cendants, reads without glasses and
still possesses a remarkable mem
ory. Born in Campbell county, Va.,
in 1825, he moved to Ohio 75 years
ago and has resided on a farm since
that time. His mental faculties are
very well preserved.
Gloria Is Straight Shooter
Here Is twelve-year-old Gloria Jacobs, with the trusty pistol with
which she is creating a sensation on California ranges. Daughter of Capt.
Henry It. Jacobs of the California highway patrol, Gloria started her
marksmanship career by bettering her father’s excellent marks. She then
entered the women’s contest and won handily. Next came the competition
with the state’s best police shots, at Modesto. Gloria took second place,
four points behind the winner.
“Flying Laboratory” for Amelia Earhart
This Lockheed all-metal monoplane was built at Rurbank, Calif., as a "flying laboratory" for Amelia Ear
hart on order from the Amelia Earhart Fund for Aeronautical Research, and the famous flyer is seen
Inspecting it. After tests and trial flights she will fly it to Purdue university, Indiana, where the program
of research will be carried out. The plane is powered with two Pratt and Whitney Wasp engines of 550 horse
power each, driving Hamilton constant speed metal propeUete. Instead of passenger seats, it carries addi
tional fuel tanks for extended non-stop flights. Special instruments include a Sperry robot pilot, de-icing ap
pliances on the leading edge of the wing and stabilizer, and a new type fuel analyzer which enables fuel con
^ sumption to be kept at a minimum under all flying conditions. Radio homing device and two-way radio
telephone are also Installed in the pilot's compartment.
Scenes and Persons in the Current News
1—Police clearing n street In Jaffa, Palestine, of riotous Arabs during the antl-jewlsh disturbances. 2—
Presidential palace at Managua, Nicaragua, In which President Sacasa was besieged by revolting troops of
the national guard. 3—Scott M. Loftin, former president of American Bar association, appointed United States
senator from Florida to fill out the unexpired term of the late Park Trammell.
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Dog, Cat and Rat Are Close Friends
Strange Indeed is the friendship between Monty the dog, Damon the
cat, and Pythias tlie white rat, recent visitors at the California Pacific
International exposition in San Diego, with their master, Beverly B.
Dobbs. They have visited many parts of the world together.
1936 HONOR MAN
Midshipman August Frederick I
Weinel of Columbia, 111., Is the honor
man of the United States Naval
academy at Annapolis this year,
having the highest marks In the
graduating class. The state of Illi
nois Is proud of Frederick.
NEW MODERATOR
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Itev. Dr. Henry Ruck Master of
Philadelphia, general secretary of
the Presbyterian board of pensions,
who was elected moderator of t lie
general assembly of the Presbyte
rian church in the United States.
Destructive Storm Hits Detroit
Two lives were lost and much property dnmaged by a wind storm
which swept the city of Detroit The photograph shows a large barn
wrecked by the sixty-mile gale.
Oxen Come Into Their Own on Kentucky Project
In (he construction of a new high school by the Public Works administration at Whitley City, Ky., It
ivas found convenient to revert to old methods und make use of oxen us draft animals.
Old Silver
By DUANE DECKER
© McCVurc Newdpap«r Syndicate.
WNU Service.
IT'S almost a legend around Fair
field, the story of Old Silver. One
evening when Sam Bigelow went
down to the mill pond to fish, he
was carrying his short steel casting
rod with a shiny black reel and he
found Old Man Turner on the
dock. Old Man Turner had grown
rich by lending money to poor peo
ple like Sam and charging an exor
bitant rule of interest. Sam had been
unfortunate enough to need five
hundred dollars due on his farm, so
he'd borrowed it from Old Man Tur
ner. Sam had paid It all hack plus
fifty for Interest. But he still owed
Old Man Turner u hundred. Old
Man Turner's interest on live hun
dred dollars was somewhere around
thirty per cent.
While Sum attached a bright spin
ner to Ills line. Old Man Turner
scowled and said he thought Sam
ought to be home working to pay
him buck the hundred he owed him,
hut Sam explained that he’d been
working since early morning and he
thought he deserved a little recrea
tion.
"Besides," Sam added innocently,
"I’m after Old Silver."
"What’s Old Silver?" Old Man
Turner demanded.
"He’s a five pound bass,” Snm
said, "in this here mill pond and
he’s got a silver tall, which Is chief
ly why I call him Old Silver." ,
Turner snorted with disgust. All)
bass had black tails and he knew it^
and Snm was talking plain poppy
cock. Sam smiled oddly and told
Turner that he, Sam, had seen the
silver tail. He’d even hooked the
fish.
“It's a lie,” Old Man Turner
snarled.
Sam clicked Ids reel ns he pre
pared to cast. "Like to bet on It?”
he nsked.
Crafty Turner could never resist
a sure thing. His sharp features
contracted and he said: “Guess I
might take a chance. How about
mnking the stakes double or nothing
on thut other hundred you owe me?”
“Suits me," Sam said. “Give me
two weeks to get my tlsh.”
For a week Turner trailed Sam
around the mill pond, gloating as
Sum failed to sight anything that
looked like a bass with a silver
tull. The second week Turner told
Sheriff Pense and several of his cro
nies about the bet and they became
Interested. Soon Sam had five or
six people following him around
the mill pond evenings.
It was the third night before the,
end of the two weeks that Sam
hooked a big one. Besides Turner,
Sheriff Pease and five of Turner's
friends were around. Sam had
tossed his spinner far out toward
the center, when his nrm suddenly
went back with n jerk and the reel
began to sing.
The pole was short and brittle
and couldn’t bend much, but It
shook as Sum gripped it with noth
hands, lie didn't reel In right
away. The fish threshed back and
forth and Sam Just played on with
him, letting him wear himself out.
The crowd — especially Old Man
Turner—craned their necks for a
sight of the tall.
Suddenly, far from tne snore, me
(ish Jumped. It was beautiful. A
large buss and, In the fast fading
sun, there was an unreal sliver glint
to the tall 1 Then the strong, grace
ful body dropped back Into the wa
ter. Old Man Turner was frothing.
“It’s n lie!” he shrieked. “There’s
no such thing as a bass with a sil
ver tail. There’s a catch In it some
where, I tell you.”
"You saw it,” Sam said quietly.
“Now I’ll bring him to shore.”
Sam reeled steadily for several
minutes and then, once more, the
bass broke water. The silver shone
more brightly.
Like a sputtering torch, the tail
sank In arrow fashion below the
surface und Immediately the rushes
became shorter nnd more frenzied.
Two more half-hearted leaps and
the sparkle of the tall was plain on
each reserve dip.
Not ten yards off shore the tish
swirled into the air shaking water,
with the tail flashing. For the last
time it cut Into the depths, with its
nose pointed down.
Sam hauled the fish to the bank
and lifted it up for inspection.
The tall was silver, but the close
up revealed something not visible
from the distance. Just the tip of
the tail was silver, but it wasn’t
solid. There were short black gaps
between the silver spots, and each
spot was less than an inch wide.
Sam held the tail up, so that they
ail could examine it.
The silver spots proved to be met
al strips, lettered, clamped around
the tail. The lettering read: Ajax
Tin Co.
Grinning broadly, Sam put his
hand Into his pocket nnd drew out a
silver clip, the counterpart of those
on the tail. He pressed it over the
open edg of the tail nnd clamped
it tight. Then he removed the hook
and tossed the bass back Into the
water.
Suddenly everyone was laughing.
Everyone except Old Man Turner,
whose face was purpling by degrees.
“You’ve seen him now,” Sam said.
“Do you pay off or not?”
The legend around Fairfield has
it that Old Man Turner already had
his fountain pen in his hand.