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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (April 1, 1937)
Victoria Herrendeen came up
from the beach with her sandy fin
gers tight in her father’s hand.
Those girls down there had been
mean to her because she didn’t un
derstand the French they were jab
bering with Mademoiselle, and they
had laughed at her. When Dad
had appeared, with his usual smile,
wearing his old blue coat and the
loose old white trousers Mother
sometimes let him wear on a sum
mer morning, he had looked to his
daughter like an angel of light. Here
was her unfailing friend and cham
He came down from the San
Francisco office when he could; not
every week-end, but at least every
other week-end, and when he was
there Victoria had the companion
she loved best in the world, and
the best time any little girl ever
had on a beach.
Dad was a chemist—whatever
that was—and worked in a labora
tory with a man named Butler, who
•was mean to him, and a lot of other
men who were nice. Victoria knew
about Butler because she had often
heard her mother say, “Butler
* wouldn’t put it over on me that
way, Keith. I’d not stand it! I
wonder what you do.”
They loved each other dearly, she
and her father. They were ex
quisitely happy together. While she
waded, and he made a beach fire
They Went up the Path.
and scrambled eggs and boiled co
Vcoa, they liked to plan dim future
days in which they two would live
alone on a desert island and signal
to the people on the shore for what
She was an odd-looking child, not
pretty yet, but too small to worry
about looks herself. Her mother,
however, was extremely concerned
about them. She had just begun to
realize that Victoria might be quite
I lovely some day—or striking, any
' way. distinguished-looking—and was
watching her keenly for signs of it;
but Victoria did not know that. Mrs.
Herrendeen said to herself that if
the child ever grew up to that big
red mouth, and if the deep-set slate
gray eyes opened a little more, and
if the thick straight tawny hair were
cut and curled into a becoming
shape, and the dark, freckled skin
cleared, she would be all right. But
the big teeth had to be straight
ened and the hair brushed . . .
Magda Herrendeen might indulge
in o little sigh about it, deep in her
own soul. She was far too fond of
Victoria, far too loyal to everyone
she loved, her own small daughter
included, to give the child any hint
of it. Vicky’s life must be happy,
confident, free; she must never feel
any inferiority or shyness.
Magda had had no trouble with
her own beauty. It had been given
her at about fifteen as a complete
gift from the gods. It was flawless;
it was only comparable to other
But it was not anything tangible
or even descfibable about her that
made her lovely, nor the firm
straight body with its wide shoul
ders and thin hips, nor the fine
nervous hand and modeled arm. It
was a glow, a fragrance, a light
that seemed to emanate from her,
* and that was somehow in her voice
too, and in the clothes she wore.
Victoria could not appreciate her
beauty, even when new men were
introduced to her and held her small
sandy hand while they asked her
the question all the other men had:
“Do you know you have a very
She would look at her mother on
these occasions and smile shyly,
pleased, but a little puzzled, too.
Was it so important?
Evidently it was very important.
Anyway, for that reason or some
other everyone did really make a
great fuss about Mother. She
laughed about it, but of course she
liked it, too.
Victoria’s mother always had
flowers; men brought them when
they came to tea, even in winter.
The Herrendeens did not have din
ner parties themselves, because the
apartment was so small, but even I
if Mother did not have a maid at
any other time she always was in
touch with a nice colored girl or a
clever Japanese woman or a young
Chinese in purple and gold and blue,
who came in to serve tea. And
men—or more often a man—came
then, and whoever he was, he
Orchids and gardenias, and great
soft melting begonias in tones of
peach and warm cream, and long
stemmed roses and sweet dark vio
lets—these were always in Mother's
rooms. She said that she would feel
really poor without them, and Vic
toria suspected that Dad would do
anything to keep Mother from feel
ing really poor.
He had confided to Victoria that
they were poor, quite poor. He had
been very rich once, and could give
Mother those pearls, and furs, and
everything she liked, and then she
had had flowers—many more than
these even, every day. And then
she had had a great big house to
put them in, and servants to find
vases for them. Mother had had a
maid, and Dad a valet . . .
“And did joo like that, Dad?”
Victoria might ask.
Even when she had had nurses all
to herself she had not liked them.
Nurses liked to talk to cooks and
to other nurses in parks and kitch
ens and hotel dining rooms and on
beaches; to a little girl they had
nothing at all to say.
But this had been in the old days
when they had the big house with
Ferdinand in the downstairs hall
and the dumbwaiter and the chauf
feur. These had faded away, some
where around the time of her sev
enth birthday, and the big motor
cars with them, and the Herren
deens no longer went to great big
hotels and lived in great big rooms
with letters embroidered on the tow
els, and telegrams and flowers in
yellow envelopes and big green
They moved to a small apart
ment, and Victoria discovered to
her ecstasy that her own bedroom
was right next to a similarly simple
room where her mother and her fa
ther slept. Now she could go in
her pajamas in the early morning
and sit on their knees while they
were in bed and talk to them. And
now she was never lonely any more,
for there was school and there was
Dad every night.
He taught her how to cook; choco
late cornstarch custard and baked
potatoes and apple sauce; it was
On this hot August Saturday, com
ing back from the beach with her
sandy hand tight in his, she said:
“Did Mother meet you?”
“I don't think Mother knew I was
“Oo, Dad,” said Victoria, fearful
ly, “she likes you to let her know!”
“I know she does, darling, and I
did. But when I left the station
just now the telegraph man came
out and said: 'Are you going over
to Cutters’V and I said, ‘Yes.’ And
he said, ‘Here’s a telegram then
for some Mrs. Herrendeen—the tel
ephone wires are down.’ And it
looks like my telegram.”
‘‘Oh, yes, they are down,” Vic
toria agreed eagerly, giving a skip
of sheer delight because it was sum
mer, and Saturday morning, and al
most time for lunch, and Dad was
here. "I know because she tried to
telephone Johnny last night.”
"The polo Johnny.”
"Oh, yes — Mr. Kendrick. It
sounded like one of your friends.”
"You’re my friend. Dad," Vic
toria said, kissing his hand.
They went up the path where the
daisies and marigolds were stirring
uneasily in the soft sea wind, and
past the white gate that always
looked as if it were washed and
blown clean by the winds, and into
the big wide-open porch door of
the boarding house.
Her hand was still in his as they
crossed the hall and entered her
mother’s room—an airy room, with
flowers in it, and the good scent of
"Not here,” said Keith Herren
"She’s playing golf, maybe.”
"Well, what shall we do?”
Victoria, feeling a little uneasily
apologetic for her mother’s absence,
regarded him hopefully.
"What would you like to do?”
"Let's have lunch first—then we
can decide.” So they went out to
the Salisbury steaks and the corn
mufTins and the baked potatoes, and
Victoria had two pieces of peach
pie. “You'll get fat, Vic,” her fa
“Salt air,” said Vic.
They went to a little tent circus
that afternoon; all the children
were going, and Victoria was en
The circus was wonderful, too,
and Victoria was tired and blissful
and quiet on the way home; but she
did rouse up when she and her fa
ther went into their big room to find
Mother there stretched out flat on
the bed with the powder-blue taf
feta cover over her, sleepy, deli
“Oh, hello, you darlings,” she
said. She stretched a hand toward
her husband, and he stooped over
h«r for one of their quick kisses.
“I knew you’d carried her off some
where because the Kinsolvings’
nurse came up here half an hour
ago,” she added, jerking her long
lovely body over so that he could
find a narrow ledge on which to
sit. “Sit there, Keith. Did you
have a nice time, Vicky?”
Victoria burst into a very de
lirium of reminiscence, but as she
presently discovered, neither par
ent was listening to her. Her father
took off his coat and vest and col
lar and began to walk back and
forth between the bureau and the
washstand; there was an old-fash
ioned washstand in an alcove, and
he washed his face and hands there,
combed his wet hair, found himself
a fresh collar. Meanwhile there was
a little idle talk between him and
his wife, and Victoria had an un
comfortable familiar sense that
something vaguely unpleasant was
“Nice down here?”
“Perfect days; that is, except
Tuesday. ’Member that Tuesday
was windy and foggy, Vic?”
“It was cold in town," Keith Her
rendeen said, without waiting for
“So someone was saying.” Mrs.
Herrendeen bunched her beautiful
shining fingernails and looked at
them thoughtfully. “Great doings
here for the Harwoods—the news
paper people,” she said.
“Tonight?” the man asked even
ly, after a pause.
“Small party,” his wife said
lightly and briefly. “Bridge for
Lady Cuthbertson. She’s here on
the Harwood yacht. They’ve all
gone mad over her.”
“You’ve got to go, I suppose?”
“You wouldn’t, I suppose?” An
“No,” Dad said briefly and qui
“I suppose not. But—being bridge
...” Victoria’s mother began hes
itantly. She looked at his face as
“You feel you have to go?”
“Well, Keith,” his wife began,
with an eloquent shrug, “you see,
it’s only two tables,” she went on
making a fresh start.
"That’s all right,” Keith Herren
deen said heavily in a tone that be
lied his words.
“Da you play good bridge, Moth
er?” Victoria asked, to lighten a
certain heaviness In the silence that
had fallen in the room. She was
washing herself now. busily and ef
fectively, the muddy soap squeez
ing in great firm suds through her
fingers, her wet straight tawny hair
dripping on her shoulders. She took
a comb and dragged the damp locks
“Now take your fingers and soften
that around your forehead, Vic.—
Yes,” Mrs. Herrendeen said, jerk
ing another pillow under her head.
"I do play good bridge.”
“Does Dad?” asked Vic.
“He doesn’t like it. Nor dancing.
Nor night clubs. Nor big cars and
yachts and distinguished persons.
Nor anything I like,’’ Magda might
have answered from the sense of
checkmate, of complete bafflement
in her heart. But she said only the
first phrase aloud. For the rest she
lay there thinking, watching her
“Victoria and I’ll take care of
each other,” Keith said, in a hard
“I could telephone and say I’ll be
up after dinner,” Magda offered.
“What good would that do?"
“Well, that’s just it; no good.
They aren’t dining until nearly
eight. ’Eightish,’ Sibyl said. You’ll
be all through here by seven.”
“We’ll take care of each other,”
Keith said again.
“There goes the dinner bell,” Vic
toria said, leaping from rock to rock
beside him. “Goody! Are you hun
gry? I'm starving.”
“Mrs. Herrendeen coming to din
ner?” Emma said, giving them
their napkins and setting two
glasses of cut fruit before them.
“No, she can’t come tonight.”
Upon their return to their room
immediately after dinner, Vic and
her father found Victoria’s mother
all ready to go. Her manner was
the prettily careless one that dis
guises in a beautiful woman a sud
den touch of self-consciousness.
“I wonder you’ll speak to me for
being such a runaway!” she said
to them with her appealing smile.
She was always gentle; Victoria
had never seen her mother harsh
“You look lovely, Magda," her
husband said. He said it without
enthusiasm, almost wearily, as he
sat down. The lovely vision stooped
to kiss his forehead. She caught up
the familiar wrap. Victoria had
seen her catch it up a hundred
times; it was her only one, except
for the two shawls. And Mother
said shawls were not really smart
And now she was giving to Dad
and Victoria her familiar good-by
laugh and nod, an excited, triumph
ant laugh and nod, as if she said,
“Now that I’m all ready I’m not
scared; anyone who looks as I do
must have a good time!” and she
was running away.
There was a young man in a light
overcoat outside the French win
dows; there always was. And there
was a rakish low car waiting in the
drive; that was always there, too.
Mother met the one and ran down
to the other, and there was the
roar of a deep engine, and she was
Dad and Victoria went out to the
front steps and sat there in the
soft summer night.
(TO HE CONTINUED)
Romans Loved Cinnamon;
Used It in Their Balms
The strong fragrance of cinna
mon greeting our nostrils, gives us
pleasure even before we eat the
food that it flavors.
The human nose has always re
sponded to this odor and the ancient
Romans held it in particular es
teem. They used it liberally in
their ointments and balms as well
as in their cooking, and as the ul
timate mark of their appreciation
of this spice they set it apart as the
incense for sacrificial and ceremo
When a god was to be appeased,
or the shade of a departed spirit
was to be honored, it was the per
fume of cinnamon wafted heaven
ward on uprising clouds of smoke
that carried the message. No Ro
man doubted that an odor so pleas
ing to man could fail to placate
the Olympian dieties.
The Roman media of atonement
was not buns but bonfires, and
their theory was that the more cin
namon consumed, the greater the
incense and therefore the greater
the pleasure of the diety or the
spirit who was being honored.
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/ DR. JAMES W. BARTON
T«llci About ®
Treatment of Overweight.
WHEN insurance figures definite
ly show that in North Amer
ica about two in every five of the
adult population are overweight and
that overweight is a handicap to
good health, it is only natural that
trying to prevent and reduce the
overweight condition should be a
matter of vital importance to a
great number of people.
that the proper or
scientific way to re
duce weight is to
eat less food and do
more work. This
gives in return for
the fat lost real
healthy or vigorous
muscle tissue which
not only gives
Ur. Barton strength of body but
work or exercise, thus giving fur
However those of normal weight
cannot grasp what cutting down
on food and performing more work
means to the overweight individual.
He has been given this great de
sire for food and up to a certain
point he has been given this dislike
for work or exercise. Further, ev
ery time he performs a simple ac
tion like walking or running he is
doing perhaps 50 per cent more
work than when this is done by one
of normal weight.
Thus to those of us of normal
weight, if we wish to eat an extra
slice of bread, an extra square of
butter or a second dessert, we don’t
give this extra food a second
thought. To those who are over
weight it means just that much ex
tra fat added to their weight.
Time to Try Other Methods.
However, food can only be reduced
to a certain point, and only for a
certain length of time. When the
time arrives when no more weight
is being lost, and the individual is
eating just the amount of food that
should be eaten if he were of nor
mal weight for his build, then if
he is still a number of pounds over
weight he would be justified in ask
ing his physician about the use
of thyroid, pituitary or other gland
extract, or perhaps the new drug
Drs. Leona M. Bayer and H.
Gray, in the American Journal of
Medical Science, report the methods
used in 106 unselected overweight
patients treated in an out-patient
clinic. "One hundred were treated
by diet alone at first. Then 51 were
given thyroid treatment and 23
dinitrophenol. Better weight losses
would have been achieved if the pa
tients had cut down more con
scientiously on their food, but of
course when the patients only re
port once a week or once a month
this is to be expected. The results
accomplished show that diet alone
will take off an average of 15 pounds
in less than three and one-half
months. When dieting fails to get
results, either thyroid extract or
dinitrophenol appears to be effec
tive in causing a further loss in
When there was no loss shown for
a whole month, the patient con
tinued for one more month on the
reduced diet. If at the end of this
time (two whole months) there had
been no loss of weight then thyroid
extract was given as long as the
patient continued to lose weight.
When the weight remained the
same then dinitrophenol was used
until there was no further loss; at
which time it was felt that the
limit of the reduction in weight had
It was found that when 20 pounds
had been lost by diet alone, an
other 5 or 6 pounds could be tak
en off by the use of thyroid extract
• • •
It has been truly said that "all
the world itches, but for different
reasons in different persons.” Thus
the very cleanest and the very dirt
iest individuals itch; those who i
perspire too much or not enough,
itch; those who are big eaters and
those who are small eaters, itch.
Itching, or pruritis as it is called
by physicians, when it exists for any
length of time has usually been re
ferred to a skin specialist. How
ever itching can be a symptom of
so many ailments that it is really \
the work of the family physician,
according to an article by Lord
Horder in the British Lancet.
He mentions among other causes
of itching such ailments as diabetes,
jaundice, leukamia (great increase
in the white corpuscles in the blood)
and uremia (waste products left
in the blood that should have been
removed by the kidneys).
One of the commonest causes of
itching is gout.
That food and other substances to
which individuals are sensitive can
cause itching is very clearly shown
in those cases where hives (urti
caria) and eczema appear after
eating foods or coming in contact
with certain substances.
Some organic ailments of the
nervous system have itching as a
The thought then is that itching
may not be due to any skin condi
tion but to any of the above men
Records Help in
Systematic Check Is Urged
to Produce Better Wool
By L. K. Bear. Animal Husbandry Spe
cialist. Ohio State University.
One line of pencil work a year
for each ewe in the farm flock may
help materially in improving the re
turns from wool and mutton, as
a written record is a great aid in
culling inferior animals.
Profits from sheep depend a great
deal upon producing lambs and
wool which will bring top market
prices and that is impossible if the
breeding flock lacks uniformity.
Fine wool ewes should shear from
10 to 14 pounds of wool which will
grade Delaine or fine combing, and
coarse wools should shear 8 to 11
pounds that will grade as combing
Records kept at shearing time
will furnish a basis for taking out of
the flock those ewes which have
light fleeces or which produce wool
of a poorer grade than the flock
average. The owner of the flock
knows at shearing time which ewes
should be discarded but it is doubt
ful if he can remember the fleece
weights unless a written record is
kept or the culls are marked.
Many of the light lambs that are
not ready for market when the oth
ers are ready for sale are late
lambs caused by shy breeding ewes
or they are unthrifty lambs from
ewes which are poor milkers. Ewes
in either of these classifications
should be discarded, and, again, a
written record will help in identi
fying the culls.
Simple record forms that provide
means for keeping a check on each
ewe in the flock have been prepared
by the departments of animal hus
bandry and rural economics. One
line across the sheet provides space
for all the records needed on a ewe
for a year. County agricultural
agents can supply these flock rec
ord forms upon request.
Seeds Should Be Kept
Dry While in Storage
Crop seeds protected from damp
ness in storage will have a better
chance of germinating and produc
ing strong plants even when handi
capped by unfavorable weather.
Dampness in storage has a tend
ency to start the germinating proc
ess. and this weakens the seed, ex
plained Dr. R. F. Poole, plant path
ologist with the North Carolina Ag
ricultural Experiment station.
Irish potatoes stored in banks
should be aired frequently to pre
Corn, small grain, and other seed
should be kept in lead-proof build
ings with adequate ventilation to
prevent the accumulation of too
However, this does not mean that
the seed should be openly exposed
to infestation by insect pests. Dr.
Vaccination for Mastitis
We have not found vaccination for
mastitis to be satisfatory. There
seems to be no satisfactory treat
ment for this disease because nu
merous kinds of drugs, vaccines and
other treatments have been relative
ly inefficient. The acute attack of
mastitis probably is best treated
with hot applications, or, if neces
sary, a suspensory bandage. Most
essential, however, is the preven
tion of the disease. It is contagious,
and infected animals are danger
ous to the rest of the herd. Animals
infected with mastitis should be seg
regated at one end of the barn and
milked last. The hands of the milker
should be carefully cleaned and dis
infected following the milking o f
each animal. Platforms on which
the animals stand should also be
disinfected. —C. P. Fitch, chief. Di
vision of Veterinary Medicine, Uni
versity Farm, St. Paul.
Reed Canary Grass
Reed canary grass is higher in
feeding value than timothy hay. In
a trial carried on at University
farm, St. Paul, it was found that
fillies made larger gains with less
grain when fed canary grass than
when fed prairie hay. Prairie hay
is just about as good, if not a little
better, than timothy hay for horses.
I do not know whether canary grass
would excel alsike clover hay for
horses, but I think it would be almo
as high in feeding value. Alsike
clover might prove a little more val
uable than Reed canary grass for
young stock because it is a little
higher in crude protein. If Reed
canary grass is not too coarse, it is
excellent hay for horses.—A. L. Har
vey, Division of Animal Husbandry.
Higher Farming Costs
Labor and products bought by the
farm in 1937 are predicted by the
Department of Agriculture to cause
a sharp increase in the cost of farm
ing. Price for feed for live stock
and seed will stay high until the
crop of the 1937 season replenishes
the present drouth-reduced supply.
Farm machinery, fertilizer, and
building supplies are expected to
advance some in price due mostly
to the increased cost of labor and
material. Wages on the farm have
increased materially from the low
in 1933, $14.77, to the average of
$22.51 per month.
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2. What man who later became
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3. In what country did the Ming
4. What is bisk?
5. Who was the first Roman em
6. What hero was inspired to
further action by a spider’s per
7. What flag was called "the
8. To what was the term "shin
plaster” applied in American his
9. What does "azoic” mean?
10. Where is Lake Constance?
11. When it is noon in Philadel
phia what time is it in Yokohama?
12. An English king was once
crowned on a Sunday. Who was
1. An uncle.
2. Theodore Roosevelt.
4. A thick rich soup.
5. Augustus Caesar.
8. Robert Bruce.
7. That of the pirates.
8. To fractional paper money.
9. Without life or with organic
10. On the border of Switzerland
11. Two a. m. the next day.
12. King Edward VI on Febru
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