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.
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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
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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
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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.
