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“Strange Visitor ”
By FLOYD GIBBONS
\7"OU know, they say troubles never come singly—which is
•I just another way of saying that Old Lady Adventure is
never content with giving you just one sock in the jaw. I
don’t know’ how true that is, but it certainly worked out that
way in the case of Hattie Rohr of Chicago.
Hattie’s big bout with Old Lady Adventure came in the Winter of
1917. There was trouble enough in the world then, without having the
old girl with the thrill bag on your neck. The war was on and the influenza
epidemic was sweeping the country. Hattie, in those days, was just an
eleven-year-old girl, living with her mother and dad and three sisters
on a farm between Clare and Dodge City, Iowa. Her name then was
Hattie McLaughlin.
The flu epidemic struck the McLaughlin family In January.
It brought down Hattie's dad and her three sisters, and that left
Hattie and her mother to do all the chores around that big farm.
It was one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. Mother
had just come from upstairs to call the doctor. Dad and the three sick
girls were worse. While they were waiting for the doctor the party-line
phone rang. It was the school teacher, down with the flu herself, who
wanted Hattie to go to the schoolhouse and post a notice saying there
would be no school that day.
Strange Man Came to the Door.
Already tired from her morning's work, Hattie struggled more than
a mile through the snow to post that notice. She found two small children
shivering in the cold, waiting for the school to open, and took them
to her home and phoned their father to come and get them. And no
sooner had he come and gone with his pair of kids than Hattie heard
another knock on the door.
A strange man was out front. He said he was a telephone
lineman from Clare, and wanted to know if he could come in and
get warm. Hattie and her mother asked him in and gave him a
cup of tea.
While he was drinking his tea and eating a piece of corn bread,
Hattie and her mother went on with their work. Nothing unusual hap
pened until he had finished eating and drinking. Then the stranger
got up and walked over to the stove.
It was such an unusual movement that Hattie stopped to watch
him. He backed up against the stove as if to worm himself, but Hattie
saw one of his hands slide into his pocket and come out holding a
tiny bottle.
He Poured Somethin}; Into the Beans.
There was a pot of beans boiling on the stove. Slowly,
shielded by his body, the stranger’s hand crept up and emptied
the contents of the bottle into the pot of beans!
Her mother hadn’t seen it, but Hattie was standing in such a position
that she could see every move he made. She was startled—fright
ened. An older person might have said nothing, for fear of precipitating
trouble. That mother and child were defenseless, with dad ill in bed
upstairs. But kids of Hattie's age don't stop to think of those things.
She let out a scream and then, impulsively, she darted across the
room and knocked the bottle from the man’s hand.
Her mother turned to see what was the matter. At the same time,
the stranger reached inside his coat, pulled out a long, thin-bladed
knife, and slashed Hattie across the legs. Blood began to flow from a
long deep cut. Dazed at the turn affairs had taken, Hattie backed
away, staring at the man. The man stood, knife in hand, staring back
at Hattie. Her mother was staring at both of them. For a minute there
was a deathly silence.
Hattie Fought to Save Her Mother.
The man made no other move—said nothing. Hattie and her mother
were too frightened to speak. They began to realize the fellow was
stark mad. Hattie sat down, took oif a stocking and tied it about her
wound.
The man Mood looking, first at her, then at her mother. He
waited until she was finished tying up her bleeding leg, and then
he walked across the room to where her mother was standing,
breathless and paralyzed with fright, ANI) RAISED THE KNIFE.
And again Hattie acted impulsively. In an instant she was out
of her chair and darting across the room. Reaching out quickly
grabbed the knife!
The man gave the knife a quick pull. It came out of Hattie’s hand,
cutting it clear to the bone at the base of the thumb. Crying out in pain,
she grabbed at her wrist with her other hand. The madman shoved
her away, and knocked her mother down.
For another moment Hattie stood dazed. The man fell on her
mother, sat on her chest and began choking her. And at that, a sudden
change came over Hattie. Before, she had been frightened—trembling.
Now she became furious. A red mist seemed to drop before her eyes.
She grabbed up a piece of wood from the pile beside the stove, raised
it over her head and brought it down, as hard as she could, on the
madman's head.
The Beans Were Poisoned.
The man rolled over and lay still. Huttic’s wrist was still
bleeding and her mother tied it up tightly to stop the flow. They
got ropes and tied the maniac’s hands behind his back and then—
well—then Hattie keeled over in a dead faint.
When she came to, the doctor had been to the house. He had sewed
up Hattie’s wounds and she had never known a thing about it. The
doctor also took the madman back to town and turned him over to
the police. They found out later that he had escaped from an institu
tion down in the South, where he had been put for murder.
And when they analyzed that pot of beans into which he had
emptied that bottle, it was found that they were poisoned!
©—WNU Service.
Annie Laurie Home Held
by the Family Since 1611
The home of the famous Annie
Laurie, the heroine of the Scottish
ballad sung in every corner of the
world, is known as the estate of
Maxwelton, Dumfrieshire, Scotland.
The ownership of this property
goes back more than 300 years,
says a writer in the New York Her
ald Tribune.
Maxwelton House, originally a
fortress of the Earls of Glencairn
and known as Glencairn castle, has
been in the hands of the Laurie
family since 1611.
Seventy-one years later, in 1682,
Anna was born, the daughter of Sir
Robert Laurie. The first Baronet
| Douglas of Fingland, the author of
> the original words of the ballad, was
1 her first sweetheart, but the engage
5 ment was broken off, and in 1709
she married Alexander Fergusson,
of Craigdarroch, a neighboring es
tate. Her picture and that of her
■ husband hang in the dining room
at Maxwelton.
There are 4,000 acres in the prop
erty, which overlooks the Cairn
river. In the house there are four
reception rooms, two boudoirs, fif
teen bed or dressing rooms, two
bathrooms and servants’ accom
modation.
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Brides of Granna Island
Wear Queen’s Headdress
Not orange blossoms but a crown
‘itended for a queen is the wedding
headdress of brides at Granna, Swe
den, on the island of Visingso in
Lake Vattern, one of Sweden’s larg
est and finest lakes. Now over 300
years old, the crown was original
ly made for a daughter of the Brahe
family, which built the Castle of
Visingsborg and the Brahe church
on the island.
The girl, Ebba Brahe, was loved
by Gustavus Adolphus and the
crown was made for her wedding to
him, but for reasons of state he was
forced to give her up and marry
a princess instead. The crown was
placed in the Brahe church, where
visitors to the island sometimes see
it worn by a bride of the parish.
The castle built by the Brahe fam
ily was destroyed by fire in 1718 and
became an imposing ruin over-run
by vines. The family is also credit
ed with founding Granna, called by
travelers one of the loveliest towns
in Sweden. Besides being famous
for its beauty, Granna has a great
reputation as the ‘‘Pear Town" of
Sweden. The original pear tree was
planted more than 300 years ago in
a hillside orchard near the one
street of the town, and long was
known as a national monument
GREAT
SMOKIES
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Typical Great Smoky Mountains Cabin.
Prepared by National Geographic Society,
Washington, D. C.—WNU Service.
THE 1,500 species of flowering
plants that blossom before
June 1 are spreading their
color over the slopes of the
Great Smoky mountains.
Haze-shrouded, the Great Smoky
mountains dominate the horizon of
eastern Tennessee.
Visitors often are amazed to find
such lofty, wild, and unspoiled
mountains straddling the Tennes
see-North Carolina state line.
In 1923, when public-spirited men
and women of the two states or
ganized to encompass soaring
heights and plunging valleys in a
national park, even the mountain
eers, grandchildren of pioneers who
had braved the arrows of cunning
Cherokees, had not explored the
whole area.
Adventurous hikers who did in
vade the mountains found the un
dergrowth so thick in places that
they had to chop their way through
it with an ax.
A few naturalists and surveyors
visited parts of the Smokies. Hunt
ers sought their quarry amid the
stately trees and dense cover that
sheltered bears, deer, and numer
ous smaller animals.
Revenue officers occasionally
tried to penetrate the wilderness,
and lumbermen, with dynamite,
axes and saws, pushed their roads
and railroads only as far as the
most recent cutting.
To business men of eastern Ten
nessee and western North Carolina,
the Great Smokies long were a
trade barrier. No road leaped the
rugged ridge along which the state
line rambles for 71 miles. Com
merce east and west in this latitude
still moves around either end of the
mountains, but the "barrier” now is
an asset as the Great Smoky Moun
tains National park.
Life There Was Primitive.
A few years ago it took more than
a week to go to Knoxville and re
turn to the cabins in the hills.
In those days there was little rea
son for the mountaineer to leave the
mountains. A few sheep supplied
wool for clothing and the mountain
woman was an adept spinner and
weaver.
When cows and oxen became use
less and were dispatched, shoes
were made of their hides. Bears,
deer, and birds, brought down with
five-foot rifles or caught in traps,
supplied the family meat platter.
•'Sweetnin' ” was produced from
sorghum.
Nearly all the land in the Great
Smokies was privately owned when
the park movement was initiated.
Arrangements had to be made for
its purchase before the land could
be turned over to the national park
service for development. An inten
sive money-raising campaign was
planned. Private subscriptions ag
gregated $1,000,000. Appropriations
by the adjoining states brought the
fund to $5,000,000.
But this was only one-half the
funds required. The campaigners
for many months sought vainly for
the other half. Then John D. Rocke
feller, Jr., announced that the
Laura Spelman Rockefeller Mem
orial would match dollar for dollar
any money raised in the campaign.
In 1926 congress authorized the
establishment of the Great Smoky
Mountains National park on condi
tion that the citizens of Tennessee
and North Carolina present 427,000
acres of acceptable land in one sol
id tract, the acreage to be equally
divided between the two states. Of
ficials who had investigated were
enthusiastic.
“Nature is at her choicest there,”
they reported.
Development of the area as a
national playground began, and to
day the thousand resident families
have shrunk to about four hundred.
Highways Arc Being Built.
For six years now government
agencies under the supervision of
the national park service have been
building roads and trails and re
stocking forests and streams.
The w’ork is just begun. Only sev
enty miles of high-standard roads,
twenty-five miles of secondary
roads, and fewer than 600 miles of
trails have been completed. Yet
for the last three years this Infant
of our national park system, not yet
dedicated, has been attracting more
visitors than any other of our 25
national parks.
Less than a mile east of Gatlin
burg, Tennessee, a white and green
sign announces the boundary of the
Great Smoky Mountains National
park.
At the end of a long curve, a short
distance beyond, the highway forks.
You stop and peer through the haze
at the steep, tree-blanketed slopes
of Mount Le Conte and Sugarland
mountain, whose lofty summits are
often hidden in lowhanging clouds.
There is only one modem road
over the mountains between Ten
nessee and North Carolina. It winds
through the scenic valley of the
West Prong of Little Pigeon river,
crossing and recrossing the stream
to the state line at Newfound Gap.
The Chimneys, rugged twin
peaks, thickly forested, stand like
sentinels, guarding the bridge which
carries the highway across the West
Prong. From the bridge all the
way to Newfound Gap the traveler
is hemmed in by steep, wooded
mountain slopes, unbroken except
where a waterfall, too high above
and too far away to be heard,
gleams in the sun like a white silken
ribbon as a mountain stream
sweeps over a precipice toward the
noisy river cascading below.
At Newfound Gap along the state
line the mountain top has been ex
cavated and space provided for
parking several hundred automo
biles. Here the arboreal wonder
land that is the Great Smokies
spreads before you in both states.
Down Into North Carolina.
From this point the highway de
scends into North Carolina along
the Oconaluftee river, through the
Qualla Indian reservation, toward
Asheville and Bryson City, North
Carolina gateways to the park.
Southwestward from Newfound
Gap, the Skyway, one of the high
est highways in the country, is tak
ing shape. It has been completed
nearly to Clingmans Dome, the loft
iest peak in the Great Smokies.
Ultimately it will wind forty miles
over and around peaks along the
state line until it reaches the west
ern end of the park, affording amaz
ing vistas of jumbled mountains and
billowy valleys. Portions of the Sky
way are already 6,300 feet above
sea level.
It is along the trails that the hiker
meets isolated mountain families in
their cabins, and stumbles upon the
remnants of abandoned mills that
not long ago ground aut the moun
taineers’ "turn” of cornmeal.
Nearly everything one observes
in and around a mountain cabin is
homemade. Trundle beds, high
backed chairs, spinning wheels, and
looms are usually heirlooms.
One of the first known white men
to study the wonders of the Great
Smoky mountains was a botanist,
William Bartram of Philadelphia,
who climbed among these heights
about the time patriots in Indepen
dence Hall signed the Declaration
of Independence. After him came
other botanists who have found the
mountains their paradise, one of the
largest and last vestiges of the na
tive forest that swathed the hills
and valleys of colonial America.
Orchids and Ferns.
So diversified are the wild flowers
of the Great Smokies that visitors
from many sections of the country
find species that grow abundantly
in their fields and woodlands among
others that are rare to them. Twen
ty-two orchids find a natural habitat
in these rugged and well-watered
mountains; there are 50 kinds of
lilies; 7 of trilliums; 22 of violets,
and 5 of magnolias.
The native wild orchids, while not
so large as the more familiar cul
tivated species, have all the exqui
site form and dainty coloring of
their “civilized” cousins. Like
many other plant families in the
Smokies, the orchids are found
throughout a long blossoming sea
son. Certain species make a bold
debut in the very early spring; oth
ers appear reluctant to yield sway
to chilly autumn.
Ferns range from the most deli
cate, with lacy fronds, to the most
hardy types. There are lush car
pets of mosses and lichens of many
varieties, and hundreds of mush
rooms and other fungus species
range from almost microscopic
sizes to the large and showy vari
eties, many of which are prized edi
bles.
Here the catawba rhododendron
is at its best. In late June and
July its white and purple blossoms
cover whole mountain spurs, fleck
sweeping slopes, and envelop trails
and streams Mountaineers call
rhododendron and laurel thickets
“slicks” and “hells.” Indeed, the
plants grow in such tangled masses
in some areas that only wilderness
animals can get through them.
Huggins Hell, covering about five
hundred acres, is one of the largest
rhododendron and laurel thickets.
It was named for Irving Huggins,
a mountaineer who sought to drive
his cattle from one mountain to an
other. On the way he was trapped
in the Huggins Hell area. It took
him several days to And his way
out. Mountaineers avoid the
“slicks,” identified by such colorful
names as Devil's Tater Patch, Dev
il’s Courthouse, Woolly Tops, and
Breakneck Ridge.
SEENand HEAR
around t/ie
NATIONAL CAPITAL
By Carter Field
FAMOUS WASHINGTON CORRESPONDENT
Washington.—Detroit and Los An
geles merchants are burned up be
cause their citizens buy so much
in Canada and Mexico, bringing their
purchases in duty free under the
$100 exemption. So they are trying
to get congress to amend the law.
They have no objection to the $100
limit being applied to returning Eu
ropean tourists, or for once a year
tourists who take their vacations in
Canada or Mexico or Cuba.
But the man who runs across the
international line from some near
by American city every little while,
chiefly for the purpose of getting
tariff-free bargains, that’s the fel
low—and his wife—they are after.
Detroit merchants estimate that
citizens of that city buy about $5,
000,000 worth of merchandise a year
in Canada under this $100 exemp
tion clause. The city’s board of
commerce has representatives in
Washington working to stop this
“leak.” They are getting co-opera
tion not only from Los Angeles but
from Seattle, El Paso, Buffalo and
Erie.
The American Retail Federation
and other retail groups are co-op
erating. Some of the estimates for
the total amount of Canadian and
Mexican goods brought in legally
without payment of duty under this
$100 exemption runs as high as $50,
000,000 a year.
They say it is not only the money
—they always do say that. But when
Mrs. Smith Jones meets Mrs. Brown
Robinson after such a foray to duty
free stores across the line she boasts
about it. This not only encourages
the second lady, and her sisters and
neighbors to go and do likewise,
but it builds up the sneaking im
pression that the American store
keepers are a lot of gyps, and that
it is positively a civic duty to
thwart them in their attempted rob
bery.
The Old Come-On
Then, too, the storekeepers know
perfectly well that the person who
goes shopping to get a bargain gen
erally buys something else. That is
the whole underlying basis for the
‘‘loss leader” device so frowned
upon by the federal trade commis
sion. The store advertising some
particular bargain knows that if it
can get people into its doors by
selling something the customers
know is very cheap, the probability
is that one in every two will buy
something else—something on which
the storekeeper makes a real profit.
So this mouth to mouth propa
ganda that bargains are to be had
over in Windsor, when the Detroit
folks are talking, or down in Agua
Caliente, if the Los Angeles and San
Diego wives are talking about their
shopping, is insidious.
Some of these tariff dodgers real
ly buy only for their own use, but
many ef them resell, and make the
trip as often as the law allows—
once every thirty days. Canada of
fers tempting furs and duty-free
British wool cloth and garments.
Mexico has fine Indian art objects.
Both admit varieties of foreign
goods almost duty free because they
do not happen to compete with local
industries.
According to the Los Angeles mer
chants, the movie stars Ire the
worst offenders. They like to run
over to Mexico anyhow, for one
reason or another. They resent fed
eral taxes in a really big way and
get a thrill out of cheating Uncle
Sam legally, which may not bother
the Treasury much but is cer
tainly a pain in the cash drawer
for the Los Angeles department
stores and specialty shops.
Incidentally, Los Angeles thinks
the proposed amendment futile. It
would permit the $100 exemption
only if the tourist had been out of
the country at least forty-eight
hours.
‘‘That’s just a nice week-end,”
say the southern California dealers.
They want the period made much
longer.
Not an Accident
It was not just an accident that
several newspapers had prominent
ly displayed stories the day after
the announcement of Justice Willis
Van Devanter's resignation that the
probable appointee in his place
would be Senator Joseph T. Robin
son of Arkansas, the Democratic
leader of the senate for these many
years.
The story was deliberately fed out
by several senators who are strong
ly opposed to President Roosevelt’s
Supreme court enlargement plan. It
was intended to embarrass the Pres
ident in his fight, and to make ab
surd the contention that the court
needed ‘‘young" men.
Being as the Arkansas senator is
sixty-five, and is known to be a
conservative at heart, the idea .of
his appointment was calculated'to
open the way to columnists and
editorial writers all over the coun
try to point to the absurdity of the
situation.
But it was more than that. The
story was put out by senators who
not only are opposed to the Presi
dent on the court battle, but who
would not object to seeing him em
barrassed aside from that. In
deed it is not too much to say that
some of them, most active in push
ing the idea that the President
would certainly appoint Robinson,
and getting it in print, were op
posed to the court plan more be
cause they were against Roosevelt
than for any intrinsic merit in this
particular battle.
Now the point is of course that
Robinson has cherished the ambi
tion to sit on the Supreme court
bench for nearly twenty years.
There is not a member of the sen
ate who does not know about it, not
because he talks about it all the
time, but because in such a long
period of time such an ambition
would naturally reach the ear of
every member of the upper house.
Robinson Popular
Now Robinson is a very popular
man among his colleagues, all mag
azine articles and general reports
to the contrary notwithstanding.
Not that he has been particularly
misrepresented in either magazine
articles or gossip. He is hot tem
pered. He would do almost anything
for the sake of the Democratic
party. He would sacrifice almost
any conviction if it seemed to inter
fere with the chances of success of
his party, and he goes to what some
think are extremes in loyalty to
whoever is the party leader at the
time, whether it be Woodrow Wil
son insisting on ratification of the
League of Nations treaty without
the dotting of an “i” or the cross
ing of a “t,” or whether it be Frank
lin D. Roosevelt insisting on six
“young” justices for the Supreme
court.
But his colleagues understand
that. They are politicians, too. They
know what the Democratic party
means to a man of Robinson’s
age, who was raised in the South,
and who has seen local federal
officeholders appointed. by an op
position President during all his
adult life. So they do not let the
things that seem to offend some out
siders trouble them at all in ap
praising Joe. Outside of these points,
which do not bother or even mysti
fy them, they think Joe a grand
person. He is an old friend of most
of them, a co-worker, a pal, a hunt
ing companion, a golfing opponent
—yes, even a drinking companion.
So if the President throws him
down, after all this build-up which
has been fed to the newspapers by
the President’s enemies, the least
that can be said is that it will not
do the President any good. In fact,
it is apt to raise the suspicion that
loyalty to this administration does
not pay. Which is exactly the im
pression those who started the story
want to create.
Much Like Revolt
President Roosevelt is confronted
with the most difficult situation he
has yet encountered. It has all the
earmarks of a revolt. It may peter
out utterly, in fact, the reasonable
probability would seem to be that
it will. And it may turn into the sort
of mess that will continue to plague
the President as long as he re
mains in the White House.
Senators and representatives are
insurging in every possible degree,
and on every possible issue.
It began with the government re
organization proposal. This was
something to give every member of
the senate and house pause.
There was not a vote in either
house which was not slightly or
importantly influenced by personal
friends and lieutenants scattered
through the government depart
ments and bureaus—any or all of
whom might be put at the mercy of
the White House in the course of the
re-organization.
The insurgence became positively
eruptive after the President asked
congress to surrender its control
over appropriations by permitting
him to cut any one of them fifteen
per cent in his discretion. This fol
lowed the proposal to enlarge the
Supreme court, which has received
plenty of public attention, and does
not need any diagraming.
So there is bad feeling, among
members of his own party, toward
the President all over Capitol Hill.
Pass Up Big Guns
It is notorious how such senators
as David I. Walsh of Massachusetts,
Royal S. Copeland of New York,
Burton K. Wheeler of Montana, and
Vic Donahey of Ohio have been by
passed on many appointments on
which senators would normally be
consulted.
Two preliminary moves figured as
weather vanes to indicate how
things were shaping. A house com
mittee voted five to four to cut
relief expenditures from a billion
and a half to a billion flat. This
challenged not only the President’s
views as to what should be ap
propriated for relief but his own
economy plan—to cut fifteen per
cent from such appropriations as he
might choose.
More important, because more
votes were involved, was the action
of the house in voting 384 to 7, on
a roll call, to extend the CCC camps
for only two years instead of mak
ing them permanent, as the Presi
dent wished. Unimportant except as
showing the temper of house mem
bers, they voted also to cut the
salary of the CCC director from
$12,000 to $10,000.
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
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of Harmful Body H aslo
Your kidney* are constantly filtering
waste matter from the blood stream. But
kidneys sometimes lag in their work—do
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poison the system and upset the whole
body machinery.
Symptoms may be nagging backache,
persistent headache, attacks of dizziness,
getting up nights, swelling, puffiness
under the eyes—a feeing of nervous
anxiety and loss of pep and strength.
Other signs of kidney or bladder dis.
order may be burning, scanty or too
frequent urination.
' There should be no doubt that prompt
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