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HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI
“Downhill Totvard Death '
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello, everybody:
Here’s a yarn, fellow adventurers, that socks me
right smack in the weakest spot I’ve got. You know, I am
not afraid of mice, and I don’t go around nights looking un
der beds for burglars. Some day I might even get used to
being shot at or torpedoed, or chewed up by man-eating
kangaroos. But height—altitude—elevation—anything more
than two inches off good, flat, solid ground-just about
scares me to death.
Today, reading a yarn from Adventurer Eric K. Frank of
Palisades Park, N. J., I got a dose of altitude fever I couldn’t
very well avoid.
It was quite a few miles away from here, boys and girls, and quite a
ifew years back. The episode that is scaring the pants off of me happened
on Winsel-Burg mountain in south Germany in the year 1927. Then, Eric
iFrank was one of a party of hardy souls who had gone out with a guide
(for a skiing jaunt on the treacherous slopes of the Winsel-Burg. They
bad been climbing up steep paths, edging their precarious way along
'narrow, ice-covered ledges, skirting treacherous cliffs and dodging dan
gerous pitfalls. Finally they came out on a broad slope covered with
jhard-packed January snow, whose vast, glistening expanse reared it
self high up the mountain side, and here the leader called a halt.
One of the Party Was Missing.
Four hours Is a long time to be climbing. That bunch of ski-pushers
hunkered right down in the snow for a rest—started opening up knap
sacks—got out their lunches. They were all set for a nice quiet little
meal in the peace and stillness of the great outdoors, but they forgot that
old Mother Nature, for all that* she is a quiet old dame, can be cruel
and murderous when she has a mind to.
The knapsacks were open—the lunches out—some of the crowd
had started eating when the guide remembered a preeaution
| highly neeessary in those regions where people get lost from
their parties, fall down cliffs and get stuck in crevasses. He
started to check over the people in his charge to make sure none
of them were missing. He counted the gang twice, frowned,
counted them again. Then, his face pale and his voice shaky, he
announced that the party was short one man.
Eric Frank had a queer feeling in the pit of his stomach when he
heard that announcement. "I was filled with fear," he says, “and I
know everyone else was too. I pity anyone who gets lost in those moun
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Eric: Yelled to Hint to Stop.
tains. Either he starves to death, freezes to death, or ends up at the
bottom of a gorge with his bones broken." He put away his lunch un
eaten-strapped on his knapsack, and started out with the rest of
the party to search for the lost man.
Hiding; Fast to Sure Death.
For two hours they hunted, doubling back on their own tracks, try
ing to find the place where he had left the party. Finally, they spotted
him—a rapidly moving speck, far off to the left—a man on skis, hurtling
at express-train speed down the side of the mountain. It was a sight
that should have brought joy to that anxious little party of searchers,
but it only filled them with a new and awful fear. Unfamiliar with the
country, the man on skis was riding STRAIGHT TO HIS DESTRUC
TION. The slope he was careening down so merrily ended in a steep
towering cliff. If he wasn’t stopped before he got to the bottom, he
would be dashed to pieces on the ice-covered rocks below.
Eric thrust his feet into the toe-straps of his skis—told his comrades
he was going to try to head that poor devil off. "You can't do it,” his
friends told him. ”Hc*s too far gone. Nothing on earth could reach
him in time. You’ll only go over the cliff yourself.” Eric didn't even
hear the last of it. He was on his way. shooting down the mountainside
in the direction of the doomed man—and the threatening, ever-nearing
cliff.
The man ahead had almost a two-mile lead when Eric started.
He'd need all the speed he could muster to close that gap in time
to save the poor fellow from the cliff. He raced along down the
mountain, knees bent, head and chest thrust forward to lower the
wind resistance—using every bit of strength and skill that was
In him.
Saved by Eric’s Desperate Measure.
1 He was careening along now at forty miles an hour, the rush of cold
air in his face making his eyes water so that he could hardly see. He
crouched lower and stepped up his pace. Now he was making forty-five—
forty-eight—fifty, and slowly gaining on the man ahead. About half a
mile from the cliff’s edge, he caught up with his man—motioned to him
to halt. Then his heart sunk as the fellow waved back at him and kept
right on going.
Eric yelled to him to stop. The wind ripped the words from
^_ his mouth and carried them away up the mountainside. He tried
making motions again, but you can’t make many motions bal
j anced on a pair of skis going fifty miles an hour. The edge of the
: cliff was only two hundred yards away now. There was one
rhance left and Eric took it. 11c whipped up his speed, passed
his man, and flung himself headlong in his path.
There was no mistaking that gesture. The friend braked his skis,
slowed down, fell in a Heap over Eric’s bruised and lacerated body.
When he got up again—saw the edge of the cliff only fifty feet away—
his face turned white as the snow that had nearly carried him to his death.
And after that, boys and girls, came one of the briefest conversations
on record. The lad Eric had saved stood up, looked down at that gaping
declivity before him, und in a weak voice said: "OH." Eric didn’t say
anything. After all, what was there to say? •
©—WNU Service.
Last King of England
The last king of England and date
of his reign prior to the union o(
Scotland and England was Edward
VI, who reigned from 1547 to 1553,
but the last ruler of England during
the period prior to the union of Scot
land and England was Queen Eliza
beth, who reigned from 1558 to 1603,
notes a writer in the Philadelphia
Inquirer. Upon her death she was
succeeded by James VI of Scotland,
who became the first “British” king,
and was thereafter known as James
1, founder of the house of Stuart.
He was the son of Mary, Queen of
Scots, granddaughter of James IV
and Margaret, daughter of Henry
VII. He reigned as James I from
1603 to 1625. (His Scottish reign
began in 1567).
Being Left-Handed
If you are left-handed, don’t wor
ry. There was a time when people
regarded the use of the left hand
as something not quite nice, ob
serves a writer in London Answers
Magazine. They would use every
form of persuasion to make a child
use the right hand, however unnat
ural it might be for him. Some
scientists say that it is wrong tc
make a child turn from his instincl
—whichever hand he habitually uses
is the right hand for him. In fact
to compel him to change may have e
serious effect on him mentally
and physically. One expert goes fur
ther and says that it is the duty o:
everyone to learn to use both handi
with equal facility. It is essentia
for us to be ambidextrous.
Luxuriously Furred Costumes
Bv CHER IE NICHOLAS
THE big news about
fall and winter fash
ions is that they bespeak
a new high in elegance
When fashion goe. op
ulent, goes sumptuous, •
goes luxurious. then
what inevitably happens? Well tor
one thing it follows as the night the
day that designers turn to handsome
furs and fur trimmings as one way
of conveying the message of ele
gance in the mode.
Which accounts for the fact that
the new coats, suits and ensembles
show an enrichment of fur that em
phatically declares an era of luxuri
ous dress. In consequence, women
who are fashion-alert have taken
their cue and are making it their
chief concern to acquire a complete
ensemble costume styled of high
grade material ranging from rugged
colorful tweeds to refined duvetyns,
broadcloths or velvets that are
graced with precious fur—the sort
that bespeaks a “lady of quality.”
The models pictured have been
carefully selected from among a
collection shown at a preview given
by the Style Creators of Chicago in
the wholesale district. These furred
costumes were designed by mem
bers of their group to meet the de
mands of women that class as
among the best dressed.
Perfect for crisp autumn days Is
the outfit to the left in the picture.
The dress is of sheer black alpaca
weave. Its novel metal chain and
clasp closing showing between the
fur on the coat gives it a military
bearing. The free-swinging corona
tion red wool coat is a fascinating
garment, and its tuxedo bands of
marten fur make it more so.
Which reminds us the revival of
marten fur this season is a most
significant event It has been a
long time since we have been see
ing much marten in the style pic
ture. Its return will be welcomed
for It is not only as handsome as
can be, but for dependable wear
it has no superior. •
When the smartly dressed wom
an steps out in a gorgeously furred
costume as centered in the picture,
she will be the cynosure of admiring
eyes. This sheer wool model com
bines a tuxedo-front coat trimmed
in a huge cross fox with a one
piece dress that is simply charming.
Note the decorative quilted flowers
outlined in gold thread at the neck
line. The gold kid belt adds the
finishing touch.
There is really no limit to the in
genuity displayed in the placement
of fur. It is used for separate
sleeves in cloth coats so much so
that the fashion has become quite
outstanding this season. The coat
with a bolero top is ever so smart,
too. The newest wrinkle is the bo
lero type that has the lower cloth
part zipped on so that it can be
removed at will thus providing a
jaunty little fur jacket or full length
coat Among countless other fur
arrangements novelties are to be
seen such as a panel of fur extend
ing down the back of the coat from
neck to hemline as if it were a
watteau pleat. Frequently double
borderings of fur occur about hem
lines.
6 Western Newspaper Union.
SUEDE FOURSOME
tty CHEItlE NICHOLAS
Suede from heao to toot is the
next move, says fashion. Here is
shown a suede foursome that an
swers to the call. The hat is a
harvest rust otf the-face suede mod
el with a right up-hung brim, it
tits low in the back. The shoes are
multi-toned open throat suede ox
fords with bindings of cotfee brown
and Araby green on harvest rust,
i The bag is a large suede design
I u> harvest rust; the trimming is ol
gold metai.
JEWELRY DESIGNERS
GO ROMANTIC ALSO
By CI1ERIE NICHOLAS
With romanticism gaining such a
headway in fashions for fall, small
wonder that jewelry manufacturers
have recognized it and are all set
for a hey-dey. Jewelry, my good
woman, is not only getting bigger
and better, but practically all ot it
has been inspired Some ol the in
spirations are modern, but most ot
them have been drawn from an era
when romance was at its height
ana glamour stalked the world in
high places.
Such romantic figures as Empress
Carlotta, glamorous wife ot the ill
fated Emperor Maximilian who
reigned for such' a short time. <1864
1867) over Mexico; Joan ol Arc;
grand duchesses whose jewels were
of such splendor as to have been
remembered; these, and lovely
ladies ol the gay nineties and the
naughty naughts, are being immor
talized. more or less, in smart
pieces ot costume jewelry designed
by Alberta, one ot America'^ lead
ing costume jewelry designers.
The “Empress Carlotta” jewelry
nas been copied from some ot her
pieces ot Jewels found in a museum
in Mexico. For evening it is the
most elegant, tor it is made ot Kim
berley gems which are cut and set
like fine diamonds in 24 karat gold
washed metal.
“Joan ot Arc” jewelry is part ot
an all-metal group which Alberta
believes will be a big success for
talL This line is made ol a silvery
metal studded like the doors ot a
medieval castle.
Costume Jewelry
The dog collar and the feather
tiara are two revivals ot the Gay
Nineties period which are important
this season.
Hats, Handbag Match
Knitted hats and handbags are
designed to match hand-knit frocks
and suits in dark, neb colors (ot
winter wear.
'Jhlmkd about
Relief for Aliens.
SANTA MONICA, CALIF.
—If an American were
dependent on public charity
in any continental country,
he’d be out of luck and out at
that country, too, as quickly
as they could throw him out.
If, in addition, he openly attacked'
the government of that country, he’d
still be out of luck
because he’d be in
jail.
Hundreds of thou
sands of aliens are
on relief here. Many
of them slipped
across the borders
through leaks in our
immigration laws—
and brought their
folks with them, al
so to be cared for
at the taxpayers’ irvj„ s. Cobb
expense. Some are
avowed enemies of our form of
government.
Steps to oust such parasites are
balked on the ground that to do so
would work hardships on their fam
ilies. You could say the same thing
for bedbugs.
We’re starting to register these
non-residents. But it’s to be a “vol
untary” registration, not compul
sory. Any person in’ the audience,
besides Madame Perkins, who be
lieves the undesirables will come
a-running to list themselves, and
risk deportation thereby, kindly
raise the right hand.
Champion Crooks.
TRUST California to turn up with
a world’s champion of some
thing. They arrested a man on sus
picion of burglary and forgery and
organizing a training school for ju
venile criminals and first one little
thing and then aflother.
Surely that would seem to be ca
reer enough, but this party had ad
ditional claims to recognition. He
admitted he had been sentenced
to forty-nine terms in various jails
and penitentiaries, which in itself
would seem to constitute an inter
national record, and said that in
forty-three of these cases he had
been paroled. He didn’t explain
how the big hearted parole boards
failed to turn him loose before he
finished those remaining six sen
tences.
It must be profound regret to the
boys in Alcatraz and other bide-a
wee homes conducted by the feder
al government that, owing to the
cruel refusal of Uncle Sam to go
into the paroling business on a
wholesale basis, none of them, how
ever ambitious, has a chance to
equal this splendid showing.
The honor remains where prop
erly it belongs, constituting a mag
nificent tribute to the beautiful
mush-headed theory that a state’s
prison should be a clearing house
and no't a strong-box with a time
lock on it.
Nazi Influence.
I’VE been talking with a ffiend just
back from Germany. In old days,
I liked Germany as a land flowing
with gemuetlich and good beer and
a superior line of liverwurst. I won
der whether I’d like it so well now.
Because this fellow says every
minute everybody must give the
Nazi salute and say, “Heil, Hitler!”
If a citizen wants his eggs fried,
he says first to the wuiter, “Heil,
Hitler!” If he wants ’em turned
over, he says it twice—once for
each egg.
There’s a swastika flag flying over
practically every house. Absence
of a swastika flag signifies that the
folks who used to live there are now
in the hoosegow for failing to fly
same.
My friend may have exaggerated
somewhat, but, I think, not much,
oecause while talking we came
abreast of a Leiderkranz cheese in
a delicatesen store window and
involuntarily he said, "Heil, Hit
ler!”
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Nominating Barkley.
CANVASSES show Senate Leader
Alben Barkley gaining as a pos
I sible Democratic nominee in 1940.
It’s high time we had somebody
from Paducah for President. For
a hundred and fifty-odd years this
republic has fooled along without
one of our local boys sitting up
there in the White House, writing
messages to congress condemning
the use of sugar in cornbread and
proclaiming that, if any traitor
dares to pull down fried catfish,
shoot him on the spot.
With Alben on the job, we’ll not
! >nly have homegrown statesmanship
in job lots, but silver-throated ora
tory, which, by comparison, would
make Patrick Henry seem like a
tongue-tied man suffering from
chapped lips. For A1 can talk an
hour and never use the same word
twice or the letter “r” once.
Nominate Barkley and that night
there won’t be a dry throat in Mc
Cracken counsy. Elect Barkley
and—well, 1 always did think I’d
make a middling fair Secretary of
the Interior; certainly nobody could
botch up the Indian bureau worse
than it is.
IRVIN S. COBB.
0—WNU Service.
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'T'HE way to day-in, day-out chic
for the woman who sews is
shown in today’s attractive new
three-way plan. It goes deeper
than the surface, you see, in the
presentation of a sleek new slip.
Ah, and it gives great thought to
the surface, too, as you can’t help
but note in the two wing-side mod
els. This is one triangle every
woman who sews should want to
know all about.
Spicy New Model.
As shipshape as a Parisian
streamline fashion and, in its own
role, as important—that’s the lit
tle number at the left above. It
does wonders to give one that up
and doing feeling that’s handy to
have around the house in the
morning. You can repeat it time
and again without fear of being
repetitious; without losing your
fondness for it. Anything in gay
cotton: shantung, print, ging
ham, crash, will do nicely for this
one.
A Congenial Slip.
Beneath a \yell-groomed surface
hangs a perfect fitting slip! That’s
an old and honest notion and one
Sew-Your-Own abides by re
ligiously. Today’s five piece ver
sion is as easy to put together as
it is congenial to your comfort and
outward superbness. Make two
while you’re about it: one with
a plain top for everyday, the other
with a bit of frou-frou for dress
up occasions.
Deft Design.
The “girl in the little green hat”
wears a dress with many tucks in
this her latest picture. It is the
dress for you, Milady, to star in
at familiar Fall festivities. „ Deftly
but definitely it gives you em
phasis where you want it; soft
pedals worry-areas. No more will
ing and able frock than this was
ever designed and it can be yours
so easily. Thin wool is a smart
Spending Our Days
Every day is a little life, and
our whole life is but a day re
peated. Therefore live every day
as if it would be the last. Those
that dare lose a day, are danger
ously prodigal, those that dare
misspend it are desperate.—Bish
op Hall.
material and it fits this frock’s
personality to a T. Let’s sew and
be seen places this Fall. Okay?
The Patterns.
Pattern 1389 is designed for
sizes 36 to 52. Size 38 requires
44k yards of 35-inch material, or
4% yards, with long sleeves.
Pattern 1988 is designed in sizes
34 to 46. Size 36 requires 3Vk yards 1
of 39-inch material, plus 1 yard of
ribbon for shoulder straps, and Ilk
yards of edging for finishing upper
edge.
Pattern 1392 is designed for
sizes 14 to 20 (32 to 42 bust). Size
16 requires 2% yards of 54-inch
fabric.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
Send 15 cents for the Barbara
Bell Fall and Winter Pattern
Book. Make yourself attractive,
practical and becoming clothes,
selecting designs from the Bar
bara Bell well-planned, easy-to
make patterns.
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
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LIFE’S LIKE THAT By Fred Neher
•Opyihrht 1937. by Fred Neher)
“Does yours say ‘Mama’ too?”
