Golden Gate Bridge Opened to Motor Traffic
First automobiles shown arriving in San Francisco from Marin county across the Golden Gate bridge, fol
lowing the recent gala opening of the span to motor traffic. Inset shows Mayor Angelo Rossi of San Fran
cisco cutting a chain with an acetylene torch, thus officially opening the Waldo approach to traffic.
Spelling Champ Wins $500 Prize
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First prize of $500 was awarded Waneeta Buckley of Louisville, Ky.,
(right), recent winner of the title of "Best Speller in the Nation." She
won the thirteenth national spelling bee at Washington, sponsored by
newspapers at the new National museum. Waneeta’s runner-up was
diminutive Betty Grunstra of Passaic, N. J. "Plebeian,” spelled cor
rectly by Waneeta, after Betty missed, decided the contest. Betty’s
second prize amounted to $300.
DETROIT BISHOP
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Bishop Edward Mooney of
Rochester, N. Y., who has been ap
pointed bishop of Detroit, succeed
ing the late Bishop Gallagher. As
bishop of Detroit, Bishop Mooney
becomes Father Coughlin’s immedi
ate superior. His designation to the
post was widely predicted, as he is
known as a diplomat of unusual
skill in dealing with problems such
as those Father Coughlin’s excur
sions in politics and economics cre
ate in the diocese.
PITCHING FIND
Jack Dawson, sixteen-year-old
pitching sensation of North high
school, Des Moines, Iowa, who was
signed by the Fargo-Moorhead club
of the Northern league—a farm of
the Cleveland Indians.
Deuced Awkward Riding, What!
Grand Prix motorcycle racer negotiating a difficult turn at the Crystal
Palace road racing track in London. This cyclist is receiving expert
assistance from a “contortionist” passenger.
Mrs. Thaden Sets New Women’s Air Speed Record
Mrs. Louise Thaden, winner of the Bendix and Harmon trophies last year, beside the plane in which she
set a new speed record for women at the air show held at the Lambert-St. Louis airport here May 29, when
she flew a 100-kilometer (62.5-mile) course at a speed of 197.9 miles an hour. The former record was 175
miles an hour, held by Amelia Earharfc
Scenes and Persons in the Current News
1—Police shown dragging a striker to the patrol wagon during fight between police and steel strikers in
South Chicago recently, when five strikers were killed. 2—Wilbur Shaw, right, winner of the 500-mile Indian
apolis Speedway race. 3—Neville Chamberlain, new prime minister of England, who succeeded Stanley Bald
win following the coronation.
Duke of Windsor and Wally Are Wed
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Picture of the duke of Windsor and Mrs. Wallis Warfield Simpson
taken shortly before their recent wedding at Monts, France. This picture
was posed on the lawn of the Chateau de Cande, where they were mar
ried. A religious ceremony performed by a rector of the Church of
England followed the civil ceremony conducted by the Mayor of Monts.
Nevada Storekeeper
Strikes Bonanza
Overjoyed because he struck it
rich, George Austin, Nevada mining
man and general storekeeper of
Reno, is pictured after he received
a quarter of a million dollar down
payment on the Jumbo gold mine
near Winnemucca, Nev. Austin will
eventually receive $10,000,000 from
Texas oil men who leased the mine
with an option to purchase. The
lucky storekeeper immediately di
vided the down payment equally
among his wife, his brother, his
daughter, two sons and himself.
PROTECTOR FOR BATTER I
Wally Moses, outfielder of the
Philadelphia Athletics, is shown at
batting practice wearing a polo hel
met, an adaption of which is sug
gested as a protective measure
against possible bcaning of a batter
by a pitched ball. The recent acci
dent to Mickey Cochrane of the
Tigers inspired the idea.
Great Lakes Exposition Is Opened
James Roosevelt, son of the President, is shown, left, as he cut the
ribbon on the gates of the Great Lakes exposition in Cleveland, officially
opening the show for the 1937 season. W. T. Holliday, center, and Mayor
Harold Burton of Cleveland look on.
Construction Speeded on New Unit of TV A
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Like bones of some huge prehistoric monster the skeleton of the TVA dam at Pickwick Landing on the
lower Tennessee river rises into the air, showing the recent progress of the work.
Down the Ladder
to Success
Ry ELIZARETH G. GRAY
© McClure Newsnaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
ALONG, low prune-colored car
purred softly up to the curb,
sending a flurry of dust to screen
a drab, forlorn little figure in its
path. A smart young Adonis, of
few complexes and sincere gray
eyes, alighted, crossed the broad
sidewalk, and entered the revolv
ing door of Camerwarner’s Depart
ment Store.
The young girl stood at the curb
and watched the man disappear,
meanwhile flicking off the halo of
dust that dimmed her unadorned
comeliness, and soliloquized: “That
settles THAT question! No more
expanded ideals and contracted
waist lines. A career is the mother
of starvation; a job is the twin to
necessity; Long live the job!”
And forthwith she followed the
apostle of the prune-colored para
dise through the revolving door,
with a dynamic force that savored
well for the success of any job that
trailed an income at its heels; leav
ing behind her, on the seven winds
of chance that blew about the doors
of this huge pit of oblivion, her art,
pride and hopes; blindly descend
ing the ladder of ambition even un
to the last rung; down into the abys
mal bargain basement of Camer
wa rner's.
She halted on the first rung down
long enough to fill in an application
blank as long and lucid as a ticket
to California.
The second rung down led her to
the bargain basement, at sight of
which she not only skipped a few
heart beats but slid down several
more rungs. If she couldn’t sell her
Art, how in this age of brain storm
ing intelligence tests could she sell
such. The exhibit before her re
sembled a cubist’s idea of a thou
sand shipwrecked souls fighting for
their lives in a storm-tossed sea.
All morning she stood on burning,
tortured feet, listening for oppor
tunity’s knock, smiling acknowledg
ment to the good-natured greeting*
of her fellow workers, and the softly
padded threats of the floor walker.
This latter sent her toppling head
long to the very lowest rung of all,
and she saved herself from total ni
hility only by clutching frantically
to the last straw of happiness she
possessed, her pencil.
And as she sketched she smiled,
and as she smiled the Three Fates
got busy. The first, a kindly soul,
transported her from the Stygian at
mosphere of Camerwarner’s to the
Elysian Fields of romance; the sec
ond one, feeling ill-tempered and
wicked, sent the watchful floor
walker to the higher regions in
search of the King; and as though
to atone for her sister’s act, the
third Fate sent a customer to the
tired little girl at the dress goods
counter.
When the flery-eyed dragon of
the floor acres returned a few min
utes later, followed by the grand
mogul himself, he stared, rubbed
his eyes, and tweaked his finely
chiseled mustache at the sight that
greeted him. The new sales per
son was measuring off yards and
yards of phantastic fabrics to a
crowd of smiling, chattering wom
en. Heloise glanced up, flushed with
enthusiasm and success and sent a
challenging flash into a pair of sin
cere, gray eyes that met hers for a
questioning second.
Toward closing time that evening
she leaned wearily on her disman
tled counter, figuring up the day’s
receipts. There came a noticeable
hush in the surrounding activities
of primping, powdering and palav
ering; a big event was casting its
shadow aslant her book. And there
came to pass a miracle in this land
of nether regions; the King was con
fabbing with one of the lowliest of
all lowlies in his domain!
He was saying: "I hear you were
hired this morning as inexperienced
help. Would you mind telling me
what selling methods you applied
in getting rid of all this-er-junk?”
Said she: “Certainly not, sir. You
are right in supposing that I was
hired this morning as VERY inex
perienced help. Necessity closed the
deal for both parties concerned. As
to getting rid of the er-junk. . . I
decorated one hundred homes this
afternoon, so cheaply and charm
ingly, that they could not be resist
ed. That is all.”
“You decorated homes with
THAT?” he repeated, pointing to
the remaining bits of material.
She passed him the sketch she
had made during the silent walche3
of the morning: a drawing of the
interior of a living room.
So he said: “It will be too bad to
lose so efficient a sales girl, but—"
Heloise laughed; the low silvery
note echoing disallusionment, dis
couragement. "Fired!" she said,
in so tired a little voice. "Fired
from my first job. Somehow I can’t
feel as dejected as I should under
the harrowing circumstances, for I
simply couldn’t put in another day
with old hatchet-face watching
me every minute. I am disappoint
ed, but it has taught me that as a
salesgirl I would make an excel
lent interior decorator.”
"As I was about to say. Miss—•”
"Miss Hammond,” she supplied,
indifferently.
"Miss Hammond. Thank you. To
morrow morning please report to
the Art department.”
Thus did she climb down the lad
der of ambition into the very lap of
luxury and love.
