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ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI
“Murder on the Loose" .
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello, everybody:
Well, sir, here’s an adventurer who had it coming to
Jiim. It’s the first case I’ve seen m a long time where a bird
went out looking for a thrill and actually found one. And at
that, the thrill that Ben Cohn of New York City met up with
in the murdered woman's bedroom was not at all the sort of
thrill he had gone there looking for. But it seems that Old
Lady Adventure covered his initial bet and raised him ten,
big, blue-chip goose-pimples.
Ben Is a newspaper reporter, so looking for trouble is no more
than part of the day’s work for him. In January, 1932, he was Just
a cub, helping out the police reporter on a Cleveland, Ohio, news
paper.
All the small, routine assignments fell to Hen s lot. He was Kept
busy all day, chasing around to dinky, one-alarm fires, and listening to
the sorry tale of Joe Doakes who had his hat stolen while eating in a
one-arm lunch room. Den was bored still with that sort of thing. He
wanted to get that news nose of his into something exciting for a change.
There was a maniac killer running around town at the time. He had
killed half a dozen women—hacked them to pieces as they lay in their
beds. What wouldn't Ben have given for a chance to cover that story?
Boy! Just lead him to it!
That's about the way Ben was feeling one Friday afternoon, when
suddenly the police radio began booming out a message. “Number one
reserve squad and detective cruiser D-2," the loudspeaker cried. “Go
to Nineteenth and Chester—red brick apartment house. You will find the
body of a young woman who has been murdered."
Ben’s Chance at a Bij; Story.
Ben was beside himself with excitement. Nineteenth and Chester
was only a block away from police headquarters, where they were sit
ting. and Ben begun to plead with his boss to let him cover that story.
He was the most surprised kid in the world when he heard the boss say:
"Ail right, kid—go to it," but he didn't waste any time getting out of the
station. He set out on a dead run for the apartment house a block away.
The reserve squad had to go down in the basement to get their car
before they started, so Ben. on foot, beat the cops to the scene by a full
Two Men—Both Fighting for Their Lives.
three minutes. A small crowd had collected in front of the apartment
house as Ben ran in.
“She's upstairs," a woman shouted. And in a few leaps Ben had
made the second floor. He burst into the room, and there on the bed lay
a blonde girl, beautiful even in death, except for her blood-drenched
throat, from which a pair of six-inch paper shears protruded.
Ken closed the door while he looked over the room. The first
question that popped into hiN mind was: "Where is the murder
er?" And the next thought that occurred to him was not such
a pleasant one. “Suppose," Ken thought, "the murderer is still
here—hiding somewhere in the room?"
The thought had no more than occurred to Ben when it actually,
literally came true. Ben was standing before the dresser looking for a
picture of the slain woman when he glanced into the mirror and
saw something that made the cold shivers gallop up and down his spine.
In that mirror he could see the door of the clothes closet behind him.
AND THAT DOOR WAS SLOWLY OPENING!
Buttling the IVIurdcrer for His Life.
Ben stiffened. The door swung wide open and a big, heavy-set
colored man came tiptoeing in Ben’s direction. He had a huge club in
'his hand and as he came close to Ben he raised it tojjtrike.
Ren didn’t wait for any more, lie wheeled and dived to get
inside the arc of that swinging cluh. He grappled with the negro
as the cluh came down and the negro dropped the club to grapple
with Ben. Then came a battle like the Homan gladiatorial con
tests of old. Two men, going at it hare-handed—both fighting for
their lives.
The colored man was much larger and much stronger than Ben.
He pushed Ben backward by sheer weight alone. Before he realized
what was happening, he was thrown back onto the bed and found him
self rolling over the blood-drenched body of the dead girl. It was hor
rible. But what was more horrible still were the fingers of the big negro,
which were fastening themselves tightly around Ben’s throat.
Police Got There Just in Time.
Before that Ben had been too surprised to cry out. Now, as the ne
gro's fingers closed over his windpipe he wished he had when he had
the chance. With his own hands he fought vainly to dislodge those
tightening fingers, but it was no use. He kicked and heaved desper
ately, trying to throw the negro off him. But that wasn’t any use, either.
The negro’s body was heavier than his own.
Ben’s head began to spin. Things began to go black in front
of his eyes. Then, just as he was about to give up and relax the
door burst open and the room was full of policemen. The rc
1 serve squad had come at last.
Ben had not been working long around police headquarters and not
1 many of the cops knew him. Even if they had they would never have
• recognized him, for his clothing was disheveled and he was blood from
head to foot. He looked like a mighty suspicious customer to those
cops. And Ben had to admit that being caught fighting over the body
l of a murdered woman was a mighty suspicious circumstance. The
1 cops arrested both Ben and the colored man and dragged them back to
1 the police station. But there Ben wus identified by his boss, and the
1 negro admitted the killing. He was electrocuted In July of that same
• year and—well—Ben has felt a lot safer ever since.
Well, sir, that yarn makes Ben Cohn a Distinguished Adventurer,
• as well as a distinguished newspaper man.
©—WNU Service.
Lines From “Solitude”
“Laugh and the world laughs with
you. Weep and you weep alone,”
are lines from “Solitude,” a poem
written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It
was first printed in the New York
Sun on February 25, 1883. Author
ship for th,c poem was also claimed
by CoL John A. Joyce, who had the
quotation inscribed on his tomb
stone in Oak Hill cemetery, Wash
ington, O. C„ before his death in
.1915. And occasionally echoes of
the controversy are still heard, but
there is little doubt that Mrs. Wilcox
was the author, says a writer in the
Cleveland Plain Dealer. Joyce was
not able to produce any positive
evidence that he used the words be
ttors “Solitude" appeared in the Sun.
Yellow-Bellied Sea Snake
Though the yellow-bellied sea
snake may not be ferocious-looking,
it is nothing to get gay with, accord
ing to a writer in the Washington
Post. A member of the dreaded
cobra clan, it is among the most
deadly of poisonous reptiles. In cap
tivity it is particularly dangerous,
becoming sullen and striking at ev
eryone. It is the only poisonous sea
snake found in the waters around
America, although there are 49 oth
er species just as deadly, else
where. As the name indicates, this
slender snake is a brilliant yellow
underneath, though its top side is
black. It has no gills, must come to
the surface to breathe. It is some
| times caught in fishing nets.
jthinkd about
Growing Cannon Fodder.
SANTA MONICA, CALIF.
—To produce this crop
takes time and planning.
First your veterans must grow
past fighting age because those who
survive the horrors
of one war never
willingly enlist for
another. Meanwhile
be sure the women
have been bearing
children, since chil
dren are the seed
corn of your future
sowing.
As the newer gen
eration grows up
dose it on the old
reliable P. P. P. irvinS. Cobb
formula — parades,
pomp, propaganda. Bands and guns
and flag - wavings, murderous
preachments and manufactured pa
triotism; they all help to fertilize
against the ultimate harvesting.
Befuddle the first-born on dreams
of drunken glory. Teach him the
neighbor over the way is an enemy
who must some day be crushed
without mercy. Make him believe
his country's destiny demands re
venge for old hurts, reprisals for old
losses, widened boundaries writ in
blood.
And then, in about 20 years, you
have a nation ripened for ruin, a
race of mothers ready to oftyr their
sons to the slaughter. It’s a slow
crop, but a sure one, and highly
gratifying to professional sword-rat
tlers and power-mad dictators, to
profiteers and financial hijackers.
Let's see, come 1938, it’ll be just
about 20 years since the last time
the world cut its own throat.
• • •
Two-Faced Politicians.
SOMEBODY says the type of poli
tician who swaps worthless
promises before election for the
public’s confidence—and its votes—
reminds him of Janus. Janus was
a god with two faces, and the an
cients finally got so they couldn’t
trust either one of them. But it took
them a long time to catch on.
Might I be pardoned for thinking
of a homelier simile? I’m thinking
of the pack-rat of this western coun
try. The thrifty pack-rat slips with
stealthy tread into your camp whilst
you slumber and carries off some
thing of value. But he doesn’t steal
it—nothing, like that. He merely ex
changes with you, you being asleep
at the time. He leaves a dry twig
behind and totes off a side of meat.
He confiscates one of your boots,
but, in return, confers on you a
couple of dead cactus stalks. His
intentions may be honest, but there
is no record showing where a pack
rat ever got the worst of a trade.
I figure he’s part Scotch.
And the profits resulting from his
professional dealings certainly may
be likened to the career of many a
chronic officeholder now flourishing
| in our midst.
• • »
This Man Dewey.
1 irHEN the Republicans get out
V V the hound-dawgs to run down
j their 1940 nominee, they might
search in the tall timbers of Man
hattan island.
There's a young fellow there, the
name being Dewey, and he being
kin to the great admiral whose
deeds crackled at Manila one May
[ day morning like the lightnings on
I Mount Sinai. He comes of old
I Yankee stock. He hails from a de
batable state, Michigan; lives in a
i pivotal state. New York. Still in
! his mid-thirties, he smashed the
foulest, securest nests of labor rack
eteers and vice racketeers in Amer
i ica.
He married a sweet Texas girl,
as southern as they make ’em. Her
grand-uncle was Jeff Davis. My
daddy was Jeff Davis’ relative, too.
And this young Dewey trained for
grand opera. Speaking of this charm
thing, think of a President who’d
j wind up his fireside radio chats sing
ing “Home on the Range.”
Yes, sir, the G. O. P. might go
farther and fare worse.
* • *
Nordic Supremacy.
RECENT events bring to mind a
little story of some years back
when night-riding patriots in an
Arkansas county felt called on, as a
sacred duty imposed upon all true
Caucasians, to put the Black broth
er in his place; said place, in at
least one instance, being a colored
cemetery.
Also, there had been a flood of
notices to vacate sent through the
i mail to members of the African
race, followed by unpleasant sur
| prise parties did the recipients fail
to heed the gentle warning.
So the community was getting
more Nordic by the hour and the
sound of the Anglo-saxophone was
heard oft in the stilly night. That’s
the scene and the plot. Now for
1 the sketch:
Pelagria Perkins meets Hook
worm Hostetter on Main street:
’’Hooky,” says Pelagria, “eflen
you wuz to git a letter frum dese
here w'ite shirts, whut would you
do?”
"Me!" says Hookworm. ‘‘Boy,
I'd finish readin’ it on the train.”
IRVIN S. COBB.
Copyright.—WNU Service.
Novel and Decorative Fastenings
Rv CHERIE NICHOLAS
IN THE present insistent demand
for unique and ornate fastenings,
fashion flings a new challenge into
the realm of costume design. It is
a challenge to which designers are
responding with unbounded enthusi
asm, since it offers new avenues of
adventure to creative genius. Which
explains why our fall and winter
apparel is being slide-fastened or
buttoned, as the case may be, with
a play of imagination that is fairly
bre'ath-taking.
It adds to the fascination of the
theme that whether the closings be
with slide fasteners, which are quite
the rage here as well as being
highly endorsed by leading design
ers in London and Paris, or with
buttons so smartly positioned on the
newer modes, they are that highly
decorative they supply the trimming
feature as well as serve in a utili
tarian way.
Once mere devices for fastening
this and that together, buttons have
passed through an evolution from
which they now emerge as colorful
exquisitely wrought things (often de
signed by renowned artists) which
vie with costume jewelry in point
of ornate beauty and decorative de
sign.
The button industry has whole
heartedly accepted catalin because,
being plastic, it is easily machined
and carved into all sorts of cun
ning and lovely motifs. Best of all
it brings into the field a new aurora
of color which tunes charmingly into
every phase of fashion. The tones
and tints cover a range that extends
from water-clear white to brilliant
hues, also black, white or ivory and
au almost endless list ut pastels.
The illustration shows several
from among the multitudinous uses
made in the present gesture to trim
as well as to fasten with decorative
slide-fasteners and with buttons. For
the smart fitted sport coat with its
raglan sleeves and slightly flared
lines accentuated with row-and-row
stitchings as pictured to the left,
the designer achieves a chic fasten
ing with huge catalin buttons carved
in an effective floral motif. (Button
detail below.)
See the stunning dinner gown to
the right. Note how meticulously
it is molded to the body and how
generously it flares from just the )
strategic point it should flare to add
queenly grace. Comes now the
piece de resistance—gorgeous black
catalin buttons encircled with bril
liants that are used from neck to
hem! Detail of this jewel-like but
ton at bottom of illustration.
The two models In the center are
zipped in latest fashion. The slide
fasteners which close the two small
pockets and shirred front of the
modish dress at the left center have
colorful wee catalin windmill pulls
(shown in detail below) that are as
ornamental as costume jewelry. The
sports dress to the right center
flakes slightly with tucked umbrella
skirt. The slide fastener with three
bright colored catalin pulls goes zip!
with a flash and a dash from neck
to several inches below the waistline
at the back. Other models in this
class use slide-fasteners with small
bright catalin plaques attached to
the slide several inches apart
© Western Newspaper Union.
VOGUISH BELTS
By CHEK1E NICHOLAS
Attention is centered on belts this
season. Just any belt won't do.
The American designer, Belmo. nas
created a belt for every occasion,
two of which are here illustrated.
Worn with a black velvet cocktail
frock the belt illustrated at the top
contributes the final touch of per
fection. In outlining this shapely
belt which is of black suede, with
small gold kid flowers, the artist de
signer adds a glittering touch to the
corselet waistline trend. It is read
ily seen, glimpsing the girl in sports
attire, that the new belt modes add
zest to any costume, particularly
the sweater and suit combination,
favorite of the younger generation
In this instance over-lapping suede
leaves rivited with metal eyelets
tune to tailored and sportswear
mood. Harmonious shades of gray,
green, wine and rust make it pos
sible for this multi-leaf belt to blend
with several outfits.
AFTERNOON WINTER
SUIT IS HIGH NOTE
The afternoon suit is one of the
triumphs of Paris couturiers for the
winter season, and each has pre
sented his version of the new sil
houette in handsome tailleurs of |
rich materials and luxurious furs.
Broadcloth and duvetyn are the
newest of dressy suit materials with
velvet and lightweight wools popu
lar at all leading fashion houses.
Silver and black fox form immense
collars, trim sleeves and hemlines
and edge the bottoms of long jack
ets. Persian lamb, a favorite for
coat trim, makes collars, cuffs,
vests, and even buttons—and
smooth broadtail and silky caracul
are used for tailored collars and
pockets.
Plaid for Dress, Blouse
Suit and Coat Is Latest
Plaids are telling a fascinating
story. you’ll be wanting a two
piece tailored jacket suit. Give you
that new-this-season look, besides
the plaids that are being man
tailored are that colorful and flatter
ing they are simplj irresistible. A
dress of plaid woolen made on the |
bias and adhering to form-fitting
lines will prove a treasure in any
wardrobe for practical day wear.
Then, to wear to the ball game, a
huge roomy coat of horse-blanket
plaid as bizarre as they make 'em
will be a cheer leader in itself.
Enliven Black Costumes
With Bright Accessories
The call for black with colorful ac
cessories is answered in the present
vogue for black costumes enlivened
with red accessories. The latest in
terpretation of the black and red
color scheme is given by smart
dressed women who wear red suede
hats and carry handbags to match.
This combination sets a black suit
or ensemble off to perfection. And
there's the new red suede gloves
they're wearing with black. You will
yield to temptation when you see
them. A red boutonniere adds in
finitely to this allure.
_ _I
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'John Peter Dunn'
By SARAH E. McCAHEY
© McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service,
AN UNUSUAL announcement
made during the services at
St. Mark's the Sunday following
, Easter, was the reason for the
groups of parishion
C U A p * ers gathered outside
^ *• ■ the church at the
f y ■> mi conclusion of the
9 I! l\ I services. Almost ev
— — — ervbodv was dis
5 T O K ■ cussing the import
of the announce
ment that affected many families.
It seemed that the Oaklawn Or
phanage was overcrowded, and the
pastor had hit upon the plan of
having several of the surplus or
phan boys and girls gather in the
vestry that afternoon at 3 o’clock.
The people of the parish who
thought they could afford to take
one of them into their homes were
invited to come and make a selec
tion.
Thus on that bright Sunday after
noon following Easter, five boys and
five girls were assembled in the lit
tle vestry of St. Mark’s, waiting
for someone to give them a home.
There was one woman toward
whom curious eyes were directed.
How could Amanda Dunn, the oldest
parish spinster, think of adopt
ing a child at her time of life, and
with her lack of experience in
bringing up children? How could
she, a single woman, know of the
patience and faith one must have to
bring up a child, especially one
whose inherent traits were un
known? It was a risk for anyone
to take, let alone a spinster.
Suddenly a boy’s laugh rang out:
a boy’s laugh, high and clear.
Amanda Dunn sensed something in
that laugh that drew her toward the
boy from whom it had come.
“What are you laughing at?” she
asked him, curiously.
“At your hat,” said the boy.
“What’s the matter with it?”
asked Amanada.
“It’s funny,” said the boy, but
he didn’t laugh again.
Amanda squinted her eyes at him.
A boy who was old enough to have
a sore heart and look around for
something to laugh at appealed to
her. She and her Uncle Ned could
do wonders with that boy, and
make him happy.
“Would you like to come and
live with us?” she asked gently.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
“We have a little place on the out
skirts of the parish. There is a
cow, some hens and geese, and a
big strawberry patch. I’m looking
for a boy to help us take care of
things. A dog and some pup
pies,” she added as an afterthought;
but just then the matron from the
orphanage approached and ad
dressed the boy.
“John Peter, you se4m to be in
demand. Two already have spoken
for you. I suppose it is because
you are the biggest boy here. These
two men and this woman want you,”
she said.
In her mind’s eyes Amanda rapid
ly checked off both men.
“Tod Green will drive him, and
Nick Morton will make a slave of
him for his own children,” she
said to herself. “We want him,”
insisted Amanda, in a loud voice.
“We want to give him a chance—
a good chance at the right kind of
things. My Uncle Ned can teach
him all good things.”
“I’ve got a gang—” the boy broke
in for the first time.
"You have?” asked Amanda.
“Your gang can come to see you
any time you want; there’s plenty
of room. They can make them
selves useful picking strawberries
all summer long.”
"I’ll get me some good clothes
when this is all over,” she said to
herself. John Peter’s influence was
already beginning to be felt.
“He’ll not be ashamed of his fos
ter mother—that is, if I get him.”
The tears came to her eyes and
John Peter saw them.
“Now, John,” said the matron,
bustling up, “Mr. Green spoke first.
He’s a grocer and has a very nice
store on the square.”
“I won’t go,” said John Peter sim
ply.
“Well, there is Mr. Morton. He s
a druggist, and can give you a good
home. He has boys of his own.”
“I won’t go,” said John Peter,
stubbornly. “If I have to go, I’ll
run away every chance I get.”
And he blazed his black eyes at the
two men.
“Nobody will want you if you be
have so badly,” said the matron,
beginning to lose patience.
“She will,” said John Peter. He
nodded towards Amanda who was
eager to see which way the scales
would turn. “I’m going with her.
Come along," he said, picking up
her jacket and tucking it under his
arm. “Come along.” And they both
walked out under the astonished
eyes of everybody.
“What shall I call you?” he
asked.
“Aunt—Aunt Amanda. I think I
like that best. And you’re going to
love my Uncle Ned.”
“Do you like my name?” was the
next question.
“John Peter? I love it! It was
my father’s name.”
“You forgot something." said
John Peter, soberly.
Amanda looked inquiringly at
him, and he smiled mischievously.
“John Peter Dunn,” he corrected.
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HOUSEHOLD
QUESTIONS
-
Freshening Coconut_Shreddet
coconut that becomes dry can be
freshened by soaking it in milk for
five minutes before using it in
cookies, cakes, frostings and pud
dings.
• • •
To Roll Corn Flakes.—Lay a
clean towel on the table and put
the corn flakes in the center. Fold
each side of the towel over the
flakes, turn both ends over to the
center and crush with a rolling
pin.
• • •
To Raise the Pile on Velvet._
Cover a hot iron with a wet cloth,
and hold the velvet over it. Brush
it quickly while damp.
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we advise you to see your own
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Just to realize that there are
friends in the world who care is a
great help.—Sir Wilfred Grenfell.
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