Austrian Kids Set Off for a Skiing Lesson
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One day each week the school children of the little town of Iglis in the Austrian Tyrol must take a com
pulsory skiing lesson, under the instruction of famous skiers. Here starting out on a skiing lesson are a
group of youngsters. Judging from the smiles on their faces and their enthusiasm, this is one class they thor
oughly enjoy.
They Give and Take It for Old Villanova
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Here you see Villr.nova’s first line of defense—and attack, too—the college boxing team for 1937, as they
received pointers from Coach Ray Gadsby (left).
Meet Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Johns
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Mrs. Eunice Winstead Johns, nine-year-old bride, is shown here
seated on the lap of her six-foot, twenty-two-year-old husband, Charlie
Johns, Sneedville, Tenn., farmer, and holding her doll in her arms. The
doll is the gift of the husband to his flaxen-haired bride.
Gets “Most Courageous Athlete” Prize
Bruce Campbell is pictured with the trophy he received as "the most
courageous athlete.” The presentation was made at the dinner of the
Philadelphia sporting writers association. O. William Duncan, toast
—master and president of the association, is also shown.
j 12 TIMES MARRIED
Proud of the fact she’s been wed
12 times is Mrs. Inez Swanson, fifty
eight, of Los Angeles, exhibiting as
proof her marriage certificates, and
boasting: “I ain’t never buried a
husband yet.” Besides working as
a saleslady, she’s been a priyate
detective and a cowgirl. Her first
matrimonial venture began in Texas
at the age of sixteen.
LORD CHAMBERLAIN
The earl of Lancaster, whose ap
pointment as lord great chamber
lain, succeeding the marquess of
Cholmondeley, who relinquishe . the
office following the abdication of
King Edward VIII, was approved
recently by George VI.
' Flood Aftermath Reveals Sinister Scene
Scene in a Cincinnati street after the turbulent waters of the Ohio had receded. Rubble carried by the
swollen river for hundreds of miles was left high and dry on city streets when the crest of the flood passed
on, leaving scenes of ruin in its wake.
Schooled in War, They Deal in Mercy
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Militia of the Ohio National Guard are pictured by a field kitchen as they prepare food for flood sufferers.
A group of the refugees are lined up at the right as they await the call “Soup’s On.”
HE CAN TAKE IT!
This youngster found a temporary
home in u box car when the Missis
sippi rive, flood drove him from his
own home. He took flood discom
fort in his stride. One thing that
may account for his obvious high
spirits was the fact that water short
age eliminated his Saturday night
bath and the daily scrubbing be
behind the ears. It was estimated
that more than 1,000,000 people in
the Ohio and Mississippi valleys
were rendered homeless by the flood.
The known dead were estimated in
excess of 400. Contributions by citi
zens everywhere to the special re
lief fund of the Red Cross were
more than $17,000,000. The storm's
damage was estimated at close to
a billion dollars.
FLED RIVER’S WRATH
This aged inhabitant who fled the
rich Mississippi bottom lands in the
face of the raging flood waters of
•*01' Man River," has a startled
stare for the photographer who
snapped him at his refugee camp in
Memphis.
I Box Car Becomes Home for Refugees
Box car home of flood refugees driven from their farm homes near
Ridgely, Tenn., by the flood waters of the raging Mississippi. With all
the discomfort and suffering caused by the greatest flood in the history
of the Ohio and Mississippi valleys, these flood victims could still smile.
Red Cross Aids Flogd Sufferers
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Here’s where your dimes, quarters and dollars went when you "ear
marked” them for Red Cross relief. Grandma Donsky, who vows
that in all her years she has never seen such a disaster, is seen receiving
an allotment of sorely needed groceries at the Louisville Red Cross
station. •
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Nickel in the Slot
By DAPHNE A. McVICKER i
© McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
IT WAS the most impudent nickel
Gretta had ever seen. It stood
on end in the crack in the floor*i
ing, peering out at her, or so shej
imagined, extending one tiny, slip
pery, tantalizing edge to her claw
ing fingers. One of her shining pink
tinted nails bent sharply backward
as she pried, and tears of rage
sprang into her big blue eyes.
She stooped, pretending, when
ever approaching feet alarmed her, |
to be tying her shoe. Then she
pulled a bobby pin out of her curly;
red mop and dug with quick little'
jabs at the edge of the nickel.
It had seemed such a clever idea
to come over here to the very drug
store where Bill and she had first
sat on stools at the soda fountain
and exchanged the views that;
proved them kindred souls. Shej
could see his brown eyes shining)
with earnestness while he sipped:
a frosted drink and declaimed
against rich girls with no souls.
A pair of smart black and white
oxfords came past her vision—and
again she pretended to be tying her
shoe. The black and white ties,
moved on around her and she set
out with the bobby pin again.
"Is it the old family nickel?”
Gretta jumped erect, bumping
her arm painfully on a pile of cut
rate books. "Will Power” crashed
to the floor and the brown-eyed boy
who had spoken picked it up gallant
ly. The brown-eyfcd boy with the
black and white shoes!
“You dropped your wifi power,”
he told her.
“No I didn’t Just my nickeL
The will power is going strong.”
“May I supply another nickel?”
“Why yes, if you will. That is,
if you can change a five dollar bill?”
She said this with great confi
dence for she had heard Bill say
two days ago that he had just said
goodbye to a namesake of his, first
name of Dollar, that he had hoped
to keep with him always. And
pay day wasn’t until tomorrow.
However, she had evidently mis
understood, for he agreed pleas
antly.
“Sure I can. Where is it?”
“Well, just now.” she regretted,
“it’s at home on the mantel. But—”
“Fine. We’ll go round and call
on it.”
“Oh, thanks, but I can’t wait. I
must make my telephone call
Thank you just the same.”
“Then let me advance the nickel.”
“Oh, I couldn't. I—you see I think
my call will be lucky if I make it
with this special nickel.”
“Then,” he said gravely, "if you
will give me that—implement,” he
indicated the bobby pin. “I’ll be
very glad to go mining for you.”
She stifled the thrill that those
words, in that voice, brought her.
This was the same man, brown
eyes, nice mouth and all, who had
greeted her yesterday with icy for
mality when she had run up to him
in the hall after work, and who had
declined with great ceremony her
invitation to him to go meet her
father who was in town for the day.
Probably thought she was going to
ask him his intentions. Get daddy
on his trail. Tears stung her eyes
at the thought and she accepted the
nickel haughtily when, with an in
furiating skill, he produced it on the
first attempt.
He stood within excellent hearing
distance and the telephones were
not in booths. She gave the op
erator her cousin Helen’s number.
The phone would be disconnect
ed while the family was out of town.
But to her horror a maid's voice
answered, informed her that the
family was away, and the tele
phone swallowed her nickel with a
gulp of pleasant enjoyment.
She turned away, but something
in her dejection startled the boy.
“Gretta,” he said, "what is it?
What’s the matter? I can’t wait
till tomorrow night to talk to you.”
“I’m not going dancing with you
tomorrow night,” she said angrily.
All of her troubles blazed between
her long black lashes. “And yotf
just made me spend my last nickel
on nothing. I was going to call you
and tell you I wouldn’t go. And I
could have bought coffee with that
nickel—”
Regardless of the people in the
front of the store he was holding
her by both arms.
“Your last nickel?”
“I bought a dress," she confessed.
“It took every cent. I had to pay
cash. It was for tomorrow night—”
“But,” he stammered, “I thought
—I heard yesterday that you were
old man Markison’s daughter. That
you had tons of money.”
“Good gracious!" the blue eyes
were dancing now. “I’m their poor
relation. She’s my cousin Helen.
Is that why you wouldn't meet dad
dy? Is that why—how silly! As
silly as the way I used to plan to
get work at our shop so I could
meet and conquer the boss’ son.
Remember how Gregory William
Townsend, the boss’ son, is sup
posed to be learning the business
there?”
“Did you plan that?” Bill asked.
He bent suddenly and kissed her
and then steered her calmly out
into the main aisle of the store.
“Fancy that. Heads I win, tails
you lose, and if it stands on end
you become Mrs. Gregory Town
send. Because, you see, that’s why
I hate rich nitwits. I am Gregory
William Townsend, himself.”