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“Thunder in the Air"
By FLOYD GIBBONS
STEP up and meet William Dill of Newark, N. J. Bill’s got a
yarn to tell us today, and if it doesn’t make him a Double
Distinguished Adventurer with an order of blood and thunder
on the side, then I’ll be a Chinaman and so will my brother Ed.
It was during the early days of the World war—the fall of
1916, to be exact—and Bill Dill was working in a place where
trouble was in the air and danger perched on his shoulder every
minute of the day.
He was a foreman in a munitions plant located in the Bush
Terminal building in Brooklyn, and in those days mysterious ac
cidents were happening in munitions plants all over the country.
The big "Black Tom” explosion had occurred in July of that same
year, and people said that German spies and agents had been re
sponsible for it. The United States was expected to take a hand in
the war any minute. Germans were being watched closely by govern
ment detectives.
Munitions Factory Does a Shimmy.
German boats were being confiscated and all factories turning out
war material for the Allies were swarming with guards watching for
evidence of dirty work at the crossroads. But just the same, "acci
dents” and mysterious explosions were happening all over the country.
No one knew where trouble was going to strike next.
It was almost nine o’clock on a chill September evening.
The plant was working 24 hours a day, and the men were com
ing back to work after the supper hour. Bill Dill was in the
glass-enclosed office, checking over reports. Everything seemed
to be going nicely, when suddenly the floor gave a lurch, a
terrific roar filled the air, and glass began flying from every
direction.
The first thought Bill had was one of surprise to find that he was
still sitting in his chair. He was cut in half a dozen places about the
face and arms by bits of flying glass, but otherwise he seemed to be
Bill Got to the Switch and Snapped It Off
unhurt. He looked out over the floor of the plant. For a second or two
everyone stood still. Then, all at once, they began a mad screaming
rush for the exits.
Bill dashed out of the office, shouting to the men to stay where
they were. At the door stood a guard, his arms outstretched, trying to
still the fears of the panic-stricken workers. The men stopped for a
second, and Bill thought they had calmed down. But at the crucial mo
ment, a new menace threw them into a second frenzy of fear. Smoke!
A heavy black pall of it was issuing from the direction of the sand
blast room.
There Was Sabotage in the Sand Blast Room.
Nothing could stop those frightened men then. They stampeded for
the doors. Bill was knocked over on a tray full of shrapnel shells. A
guard tripped over a fellow carrying two pails full of oil, and both of
them went down while oil ran all over them and over the floor. Bill
scrambled to his feet and ran toward the sand blast room. He had a
pretty good idea of what had happened. There were two giant com
pressors in there that stored air in great tanks five feet wide and
eight feet high. Someone had been tampering with those compressors,
and one of the tanks exploded.
Bill had gone about three steps in the direction of the sand
blast room when suddenly, the lights went out. At the same
time, several lesser explosions rocked the building and a dull
red glare lit up the great room as great tongues of flame
licked out across the floor. At the first flash of light Bill stumbled
through the door to the sand blast room and saw the body of
the blast operator stretched out on the floor.
But Bill didn't stop to pick up the blast operator. Suddenly he was
feeling weak, and he knew that big explosion had hurt him more than
he first suspected. While he still had his strength, he had to shut off
the compressors which were still pumping air into the second, still
unexploded tank.
How Bill Saved the Day for Bush Terminal.
The smoke was so thick that Bill was gasping to get his breath.
The acrid fumes, drawn deep into his lungs, seared and burned them.
His eyes smarted. His knees buckled beneath him. Flames were shoot
ing up all around him. He had just about enough strength to reach the
power switch and turn off the compressors. How he was going to get
out of that flame-swept room he didn’t know. He wasn’t even thinking
of that. First of all. the compressors had to be turned off.
Bill got to the switch and snapped it off. Then, suffocated
and exhausted, he sank in a heap on the floor while tongues of
flame lapped around him, coming closer and closer with every
second. A black curtain descended over his eyes. Bill fainted.
He came to to find some one bending over him, holding a bottle 01
smelling salts to his nose. He asked about the sand blast operator and
was told that he’d been taken to a hospital. In the sand blast room, the
company’s firemen were getting the blaze under control. All was well
in Bush Terminal. But the "accident” was not without its effect. "We
discovered,” says Bill, "that the explosion had been caused by some
one who tampered with the by-pass safety valves, and the next night
more than half my force refused to return to work. Fear and panic
had done their jobs only too well.”
Q—WNU Service.
Electoral Votes Count
in Electing President
A President may be elected by a
minority, or less than half of the
total number of popular votes cast
This is possible, explains a writer
in the Cleveland Plain Dealer, be
cause the President and vice Pres
ident are not elected directly by
popular vote, but by electors who
are chosen by popular vote. A can
didate for President receives all or
none of the electoral votes cast by
a state, except in rare instances
when the electoral vote of a state
is split. Hence, it is possible for a
minority of the voters of the coun
try as a whole to elect a majority
of the presidential electors.
In the election of 1824 none of the
four candidates for President re
ceived a majority of either the elec
toral or the popular votes, and John
Quincy Adams was chosen by the
house of representatives in ac
cordance with the method pre
scribed by the Constitution for such
cases. Since then James K. Polk,
Zachary Taylor, James Buchanan,
Abraham Lincoln, in 1860; Ruther
ford B. Hayes, James A. Garfield;
Grover Cleveland, in 1884 and 1892;
Benjamin Harrison, and Woodrow |
Wilson, in 1912 and 1916, were elect
ed President without receiving a
majority of the total popular vote.
But in the disputed election of
1876, Samuel J. Tilden actually re
ceived more popular votes than
Hayes did, and yet Hayes was de
clared elected, the electoral count
being finally determined as 185 to
184. Likewise in 1888 the Cleveland
electors received 5,540,000 popular
votes to Benjamin Harrison's 5,444,
337. But Harrison was elected, 233
electoral votes to Cleveland's 168.
Built by Resettlement Administration
Such an establishment in itself goes a long way toward giving
new hope to a drouth-discouraged farmer. In this instance the
already established trees were utilized to provide a windbreak for
the cultivated land.
4 REOTIME STORY £
I By THORNTON W. BI7ROESS |j|
JERRY CAN FIND NO TRAPS
JERRY MUSKRAT was puzzled
He was very much puzzled. When
he discovered that the stranger had
left pieces of carrot and apple at
some of Jerry’s favorite eating
places he had guessed at once that
a trap had been set in each one of
those places. So, for a whole day
he had kept away from them. Then
curiosity had been too much for
It Seemed to Jerry That He Simply
Must Have Those Pieces of
Carrot.
him. He just had to go over to see
if those delicious tid bits were still
there.
The first place he visited was an
old log partly under water. On the
part above water were several
pieces of carrot. Jerry swam along
both sides of that log and made
sure that there was no trap under
water. Then he crawled up on the
bank beside that log and looked
carefully for signs of a trap. He
could find none. There certainly
was no trap where those pieces of
carrot lay in plain sight on that
log.
It seemed to Jerry that he simply
must have those pieces of carrot.
He tried to turn his back on them
and go away, but he couldn’t He
knew he was foolish, but he finally,
very, very cautiously crept up on
that log until he could reach out
one paw and knock a piece of car
rot off. Nothing happened. Jerry
jumped down and ate that piece of
carrot with relish. Then he climbed
back and did the same thing to an
other piece of carrot. Finally, he
Evening Ensemble
Victor Stiebel created this un
usual evening ensemble. The cling
ing bias cut gown is of black crin
kled silk crepe that looks like wool.
The waist-length jacket and wide
sash are of multi-colored satin
striped silk faille. The jacket is
lined with black taffeta.
had eaten the last piece of carrot
and nothing had happened.
Then Jerry visited in turn the
other places where the stranger had
left good things to eat. At each
place temptation proved too much
for him, and he ventured to take
those good things. He ate until his
stomach was full and then he car
ried what was left over to his
house. At none of those places
could he find the least sign of a
trap.
The stranger came the next day
and left more good things, and that
night Jerry had another feast. The
following day the stranger did not
come, but the day after he did. As
before, he left good things to eat,
and, as before, Jerry got them to
the last scrap.
But all the time Jerry was puz
zled. He couldn't understand why
that stranger was bringing him all
1 CfRY THIS TRICK
g By PONJAY HARRAH
Copyright by Public Ledger, Inc.
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JUMPING ELASTIC
The magician shows a rubber
j band around the first two fingers
of his left hand. He uses his right
hand to snap the elastic, proving
that it is tightly in position.
Bending his fingers inward, the
magician lets everyone seethe elas
tic about the first two fingers. Mag
ically. the rubber band jumps to the
last two fingers of the hand.
This trick is very deceptive. The
actual trickery begins when the ma
gician snaps the elastic with his
right hand. Holding the palm of his
hand toward himself, he draws out
the rubber band; then bending his
fingers, inserts all of them into the
loop thus formed.
Turning his hand so only the bdck
is seen, the magician shows the
elastic apparently on the first two
fingers only. A quick extension of
the fingers; the rubber band jumps.
WNU Service.
those good things to eat. At the
same time, Jerry was growing care
less. He no longer used his eyes
and nose so carefully when he ap
proached the places where those
good things were left. In fact,
sometimes he was in such a hurry
to get them that he didn’t look at
all, but just scrambled up where
the good things were. You see, not
once had he found a single thing
wrong. He was beginning to doubt
that the stranger was a trapper at
all. In fact, he was beginning to
look on the stranger as a very
good friend indeed.
© T. W. Bur seas.—WNU Service.
* MOTHER’S ♦
COOK BOOK|
GOOD THINGS FROM GOOD
C COOKS
HEN you cannot think of a dif
ferent salad for your family
try:
Cottage Cheese With Figs
Mold well seasoned cottage
cheese into dome shapes and dis
pose on crisp lettuce. Cut plump
flgs into halves and arrange in an
upright border around the cheese.
Serve with french dressing.
Veal and Ham Pie
Cut one pound of veal steak into
inch dice and place in the bottom
of a casserole. Over it arrange
one half pound of cooked ham cut
into strips. Then add four hard
cooked eggs cut into halves length
wise. Dissolve one bouillon cube
in a cupful of boiling water, add
one-half teaspoonful of salt, one
fourth teaspoonful of paprika, one
tablespoonful of onion juice and one
pint of tomato pulp. Pour this over
the meat and cover with:
Vegetable Crust
Take one each of grated raw car
rot and parsnips, one pint of
mashed potatoes, one-half cupful of
melted butter and salt and pepper
to season. Spread, after blending
well, over the pie, leaving it rough
on the top. Cover with oiled paper
for the first hour of baking.
Molded Crab Meat
Dissolve one package of lemon
flavored gelatin in one and one
half cupfuls of boiling water, three
tablespoonfuls of vinegar and one
half teaspoonful of salt. Chill slight
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ANSWERS
By RAY THOMPSON
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DEAR ANNABELLE: WHAT
WOULD YOU CONSIDER A
REALLY SUCCESSFUL MAN?
AMBITIOUS.
Dear Ambitious: ONE WHO
CAN MAKE MONEY FASTER
THAN HIS SON CAN SPEND
IT AT COLLEGE!
Annabclla.
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ly and add two cupfuls of crab
meat, three-fourths of a cupful of
finely cut celery, two tablespoonfuls
of chopped pimiento, one teaspoon
ful of onion juice and one-half cup
ful of mayonnaise. Put into a mold
and chill until firm. Serve on let
tuce with stuffed olives and sweet
pickles.
Coconut Cream Cookies
Cream one-half cupful of butter
and one cupful of sugar, add two
eggs and beat two minutes with
one-fourth of a cupful of cream.
Add one teaspoonful each of lemon
and vanilla extract, one cupful of
coconut, one-half cupful of shred
ed almonds, two and one-half cup
fuls of flour sifted well with one tea
spoonful of baking powder. Drop
onto baking sheets, flatten well,
bake 12 minutes.
© Weatern Newspaper Onion.
I IP A IP A HilMOWS—1
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“Pop, what is a galley ship?”
“Backache.”
© Bell Syndicate.—WNB Service.
IF MY HEART
By DOUGLAS MAI.LOCH
IF MY heart were a vagrant wind
It would follow you.
Follow up whore the sun is kind.
Or amid the dew.
If my heart were a rose in bloom
In the border grass
It would give of its heart’s perfume
But when you pass.
If my heart were a star tonight
It would only shine.
When it caught the reflected light
Of your eyes divine.
If my heart shall a song begin
It is you must say—
If my heart were a violin
How you could play!
© Douglas Malloch.—WNU Service.
SIDUGAGvP
“They would be like that,” says,
fashionable Fern, “the clothes that
bring the women out best certainly
bring out the men.”
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
THROUGH A
Womans Eyes
By JEAN NEWTON
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WIFEBEATING
SHOULD a wife beater be whipped
at the whipping post?
That is the question propounded
by one of our readers who sends a
news item of a man in Maryland
who in addition to a jail sentence
for beating his wife was ordered
whipped at the post Ten lashes
was his punishment.
The question reminds me of one
asked not long ago: “Should a
woman convicted of brutal and
cold-blooded murder of her hus
band be electrocuted?”
In the case in question the wom
an had been guilty of one of the
crudest and least understandable
crimes which ever came to the at
tention of the public. Most people
felt that she merited the most se
vere punishment consistent with
enlightened ideas of punishment.
Many people thought such methods
were far too lenient; but we no
longer put people on the rack or
cut them to pieces, no matter what
their crime. And electrocution be
ing a big question in itself, the
query, “should this woman go to
the electric chair?” was not a sim
ple one to answer.
And so we come to the whipping
post, which is still a legal method
of punishment in some states. In
the light of methods of correction
which are the result of greater
thought than was formerly given
to the treatment of criminals of
greater knowledge of psychology
and a greater feeling of responsi
bility and public conscience, this
seems to many of us outdated.
And yet, if the punishment is to
fit the crime, if punishment is
something which is to “help the of
fender to remember not to repeat
his offense,” it would certainly
seem logical to treat wife beating
with the whipping post, to give the
offender "some of his own medi
cine”—administered, accordingly,
by one of greater physical force
than himself! Verily if there is any
offense which can justify such a
horrible and debasing instrument
as the whipping post, it is the crime
of a man beating his wife.
©Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
Sufficient Unto the Day
Boast not thyself of tomorrow,
for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.
A Nightmare
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Unavailing Remorse
E NEED to be careful
how we deal with those
about us, for Death carries
with it to some small circle of
survivors thoughts of so many
things forgotten, and so many
more which might have been
repaired. Such recollections
are among the bitterest we can
have. There is no remorse so
deep as that which is unavail
ing; if we would be spared its
pains, let us remember in
time.—Dickens.
Taste is something quite dif
ferent from fashion, superior
to fashion.—Thackeray.
Open Dealing
Much of our dissension is due to
misunderstanding, which could be
put right by a few honest words
and a little open dealing.—Black.
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Doing for Others
Not what has happened to my
self today, but what has happened
to others through me—should be
my thought.—F. D. Blake.
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Cleanse the Blood
YfOUR kidneys are constantly filter
1 ing waste matter from the blood
stream. But kidneys sometimes lag in
their work—do not act as nature in*
tended—fait to remove impurities that
poison the system when retained.
Then you may suffer nagging back*
ache, dizziness, scanty or too frequent
urination, getting up at night, puffiness
under the eyes; feel nervous, misera*
ble—all upset.
Don't delay? Use Doan's Pills.
Doan's are especially for poorly func*
tioning kidneys. They are recom*
mended by grateful users the country
over. Get them from any druggist.
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SLEEP SOUNDLY
Lack of exercise and injudicious eating
make stomachs acid. You must neu
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soundly all night and wake up feeling
refreshed and really fit.
TAKE MILNESIAS
Milnesia, the original mil': of magnesia 4
in wafer form, neutralizes stomach acid.
Each wafer equals 4 teaspoonfuls of milk
of magnesia. Thin, crunchy, mint-flavor,
tasty. 20c, 35c & 60c at drug stores.
