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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (June 24, 1937)
Finger-Waved Hereford Cops the Blue Ribbon A yearling Hereford which scored in the recent fat stock show at Montgomery, Ala., after it had been finger-waved by a “beautician” is pictured above. In the picture are Allen E. Grubbs (left), cattle breeder, k. E. Thrash, who gave the wave, Allen E. Grubb, Jr., and John Hill. Want Dimples? Device Will Make ’Em It’s simple now to have those charming dimples. All you have to do is apply this dimpling machine shown being demonstrated by Miss Evangeline Gilbert cf Rochester, N. Y., on the face of Bobby Joyce of Hollywood. The device was on exhibition at the National Inventors’ con gress held in New York recently. try.-.: ::-w -- x Mrs. Anna Steese Richardson, playwright, author and associate ed itor of Woman’s Home Companion, who has just completed a 100,000 mile trip throughout the United States, talking to women’s groups and conventions, explaining the con stant efforts of industrial and busi ness research experts to perfect products for the American home and American health. Says Mrs. Richardson: “Anyone who reads the advertisements in the newspapers and magazines can see the romantic story of what industrial research and mass production have done to make this country the best on earth in which to live.” HIGH SCHOOL GRAD J ^ 1 — Edward P. Kearney, thirty-six years old, father of two children, a successful business man, and holder of several town offices, who was one of 16 seniors graduated from the Bellows Free academy of Fair field, Vt., recently. Wins Coveted Architect’s Award Henry A. Jandl of Princeton university and Spokane, Wash., is pic tured with some of his prize-winning works after he was awarded the thirtieth Paris prize scholarship in architecture at the headquarters of the Society of Beaux-Arts Architects in New York. Big Ones Are Biting This Fishing Season Two fine fish such as these are enough to account for. a happy smile on any fisherman’s face. Lakes and * streams are yielding bigger catches than in recent years, sportsmen report, and fishermen find their angling made easier when a little outboard motor eliminates the backbreaking effort of getting to the spot where the ^big ones are hiting. Scenes and Persons in the Current News 1—View of Number 552, new superliner that will be sister ship of the Queen Mary, now under construction at Clydebank. Scotland. 2—Phillip Murray, chairman of the Steel Workers Organizing committee addressing a massmeeting of workers during the steel strike at Canton, Ohio. 3—General scene of the Paris Inter national exposition which opened recently. First Lady m Role of Godmother Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt, holding baby Eleanor Ruth Armstrong, and Mrs. Ruth Bryan Owen, former U. S. minister to Norway, with baby Robert Furman Armstrong, pictured during the recent christening cere mony of the twin children of IVJr. and Mrs. Robert Armstrong, Jr., at Washington, D. C., at which they served as godmothers. Standing be tween them is Mrs John Nance Garner, wife of the vice president. The Armstrongs are Washington newspaper correspondents. DUST BOWL WORKER Roy I. Kimmel, whom Secretary of Agriculture Henry A, Wallace has appointed to direct a long-range co ordinated program to prevent the Southwestern dust bowl from be coming a desert, in a plan which fol lows closely the recommendations of the President's great plains com mittee in erosion prevention. MISS ECCLES TO WED A recent photograph or Miss rhea nore May Eccles, daughter of Mar riner S. Eccles, chairman of the Federal Reserve b >rd, whose en gagement to Harold J. Steele, of Houston, Texas, was announced re cently. Miss Eccles is a junior at the George Washington university, Washington, U. C. Steele is associ ated with the electric home and farm authority. They will be mar ried in September. Penguins Star at Cleveland Fair These white-vested, black coated penguins are among the most popu lar attractions with crowds at the Great Lakes exposition at Cleveland this summer. Exhibited on Admiral Byrd's Antarctic ship, the City of New York, they constitute a third of the present penguin population of the United States. Londoners Ride Ruses Again After Strike _ _ ....... .. . A muVJV ■ ■ mm- ir——no — i~rnf m ii ~nnnmnwr'TVi"*T‘"‘' Long queues form at the London Bridge station as the first buses appeared on the streets after a month long strike recently, thus ending one of the most unpopular and unsuccessful walkouts in the hlsfbry of the British trade union movement. Brute Force and White Flannels By II. LOUIS ItAYBOLD © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. GLORIA GRAHAM from her perch on the rocks where, comfortably seated with a best sell er. she had been passing a rare un engaged hour.elooked across to the life guard pacing the sand, his bronze shoulders gleaming. She had talked with him more than once—knew that his name was Jerry Crane and that he held a part nership in the busy garage up the street near her hotel. She had re alized that he presented an attrac tive picture of husky, well-devel oped young manhood, but now she was looking at him from a new viewpoint inspired by the words of the heroine of the aforesaid best seller. "Brute force—the embodiment of it—is what I shall demand of my husband. If a man lack that, he is less than a man.” Certainly young Crane embodied brute force! And, involuntarily con trasting the two men, she thought of lazy Derek Goodrich, tall, rather thin, always immaculately the aris tocrat. Yes, what had the forensic heroine gone on to say? "None of your white flannelled youth for me who think batting or knocking about a silly ball sufficient outlet for their feeble energies.” Gloria visualized Derek as she had seen him last night, as he stood before her in the moonlight and smiled as she once more refused his wistful proposal. Why had she never yielded to him? Was it be cause some instinct within her made the same sort of demand as the heroine of this really thrilling novel? During the next few days the little colony of Shady Rock beach were highly edifled to see that Gloria Graham had taken up that Crane fellow—spent a great deal of time on the sand with him and, yes, my dear, we saw them having supper together in the Pink Parrot Tea room! What Derek Goodrich’s thought! on the matter were might have been interesting. Calmly enough he ap peared to accept Gloria’s constant preoccupution with another and her inability to spare him an afternoon for golf or an evening for a hop. Regularly he sent her flowers, called on her and her mother, made him self useful whenever the rare occa sion arose. Then came the day of the annual regatta, an event which called out the entire colony either as partici pants in or spectators of the varied water sports and contests. Gloria customarily raced with Derek In the canoe events and, dis covering that Jerry had promised to go with another girl, held to the old plan. However, she felt inwardly that Jerry, who was new on the beach this year, would walk off with all trophies through sheer physical superiority. And Gloria loved a winner. Finally, the moment for the canoe races for doubles arrived and Gloria and Derek, in the girl's brilliant red craft, took their place out by the buoys. There was a rather turbu lent sea and they maintained their place with some difficulty till tha pistol shot that started the race. Next to them tossed the green canoe of the girl with whom Jerry was to race in the bow while young Crane himself, massive shouldered and muscular, filled generously the stern. Jerry’s partner was no expert and her rather wild sweeps together with the wind-tossed waves boded first ill for their chances of coming in early and, secondly, a real danger of capsizing. A sudden lurch and the bow of the green canoe collided with the stern of the red one. Both tottered, righted, seemed about to resume their balance and then turned com pletely over, submerging their four occupants. Gloria, who was as much at nome in the water as on a tennis court or a dance floor, struck out at once and took in the situation. Jerry, of course, would look out for the girl whether she could swim or not, while Derek would right the canoes. But—what was the matter? Derek was struggling with the girl while Jerry was nowhere to be seen. In an instant, Gloria, sensing some thing wrong, was at Derek’s side. ‘‘Look after her,” he said hoarsely. “Crane hasn’t come up!” And Derek, plunging after the vanished Jerry, brought him to the surface, gasping but conscious. “All right now,” he sputtered, “thanks to you. Whacked ray head on the confounded rock and got knocked out for an instant.” That evening, Derek sauntered around to Gloria’s hotel and found her standing alone at the further end of the veranda. “Derek,” she said without pre amble, “I’ve changed my mind and decided to marry you.” Derek looked swiftly about, took her in his arms and kissed her twice, which led Gloria to reflect that there is a little of the cave-man in.every male. And later, strolling down the es planade with Derek, she saw Jerry, resplendent in white flannels, and the girl of the green canoe. “And cave-men sometimes wear white flannels,” murmured Gloria, but only laughed when Derek begged her to explain.