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ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PFOPLE LIKE YOURSELF!
“//<> Confessed a Murder
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello everybody:
Meet James B. Doyle, boys and girls, of Brooklyn,
N. Y., who tells us a yarn today about a terrific adventure
that happened to him while he was a member of a CCC
camp in Long Island back in '34.
Jim was sleeping soundly, after a hard day’s work, when he was
awakened by the bright rays of a flashlight in his face. It was still pitch
dark In the bunkhouse and. he knew, not time to get up.
“What's the matter?” he growled.
The light flashed of! and Jim recognized the hushed voice of a buddy
of his who occupied a bunk near him. The voice was shaking with sup
pressed emotion.
“Sh-h-h," It warned. "Don't make any noise. I want to tell
you something—something important.”
' Well, go ahead,” Jim answered, “but I don't see why you wake a
fellow up at this time of the night to tell stories.”
"I can't tell it to you here. Someone might be listening. Slip into
your clothes and come to the washroom.”
Told of Killing Infirmary Attendant.
The washroom was a separate building. It was raining outside and
Jim didn't feel like getting wet. It was nice and warm in bed, too. But
something in the voice of his excited buddy made him obey. He was
sure something terrible had happened and dressed quietly.
Silently both men made their way through the rain to the wash
room. The flashlight showed them the way through the darkness.
"What's the big mystery?” he asked.
Jim's buddy looked about him carefully. He paced up and down the
floor as though hesitating to tell what he had on his mind.
"I'm in trouble,” he said Anally, "a lot of trouble. I want your ad
vice. But first I want your promise that you will never breathe a word
of this to a living soul.”
"I promise," Jim said wearily, "what’s the trouble?”
"I've just murdered a man!”
Jim's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Murder! He hadn’t
•‘I've Just Murdered a Man," He Said.
thought it would be as'bad as that. He couldn't quite figure it out. He re
membered seeing his buddy in bed earlier in the night and said so.
“I know it," the excited man went on, “but I got up in the night
and went down to the infirmary. The attendant and I got into an
argument and 1 shot him dead."
Jim understood now and recoiled in horror from' the speaker. Face
to face with a murderer he felt a feeling of revulsion. With a sickly j
smile he told the other he must be kidding.
"1 wish I was kidding," was the answer; “if you don't believe me go |
down to the infirmary and see for yourself. He's lying on the floor in
a pool of blood. I put two bullets in him.”
Jim’s Turn Was to Come Next.
Jim, still unable to associate his friend with such a cold-blooded kill
ing. studied his twitching face carefully. In the dim light of the lantern
it gleamed pale and set. The self-confessed killer stood—hands in his
raincoat pocket—trying to read Jim's thoughts. Jim thought he detected
a threatening gleam in his eyes.
“What did you do with the gun?" Jim asked casually.
Before he answered the other man suddenly stepped quickly before
the door and stood, back to the door, facing Jim. His hands were still in
his pockets; his eyes narrowed to two thin lines. Something in his
expression sent the cold chills down Jim's spine.
"The gun is right here in my pocket," he sneered, "and I was
Just thinking you know too much, %'ou’re the only man who knows
I did it and I know what's on your mind. You’re going to tell the
state troopers. I was a sucker to tell you I killed a guy, but I'm
going to kill you now and play safe. One more won't matter."
And with that the self-confessed murderer came after Jim. Jim
backed away, stalling for time. He talked fast and told the determined
man that he was his friend.
"Don't kill me,” he pleaded. “I won't say a word. Run away
now and they will never know who did it.”
Jim promised anything to get away from that menacing bulk in the«
raincoat pocket. But his words fell like water on a duck's back. He
was backed, hands in air, into a corner of the washroom. There was
no pity in those eyes that stared—cold us ice—into his. In another sec
ond Jim expected to hear the explosion that would send him hurtling
into eternity At the thought of this courage seemed to come to him.
All the Result of Shell Shock.
Wham! Jim braced himself and let fly a haymaker! It
landed full on Che other's jaw. Jim didn't stop to give him the
count but tore out of fhe washroom into the night.
Well, sir, Jim wouldn't risk going back to the barracks. He hid all
night, instead, in a pile of lumber. From his shelter he could see his
erstwhile buddy slinking back and forth in the darkness, searching for
hie escaped victim. Not until daybreak did Jim make his way to the
mess hall. The mess sergeant glanced at his haggard, pale face. Over
• cup of hot coffee that shook in his hand Jim told the sergeant his story.
The sergeant listened intently but at the finish broke out into a roar
of laughter. As he laughed he pointed outside.
And up the path—alive and smiling—came the murdered infirmary
• ttendant and his arm was around the man who had confessed to his
murder!
Jim heard the whole story then. It wasn't a joke. His poor buddy,
he learned, was sulfering from shell shock, and, although he often had
wild hallucinations he was, in reality, harmless as a baby!
And that, boys and girls, is what I call an adventure!
Copyright.—WNU Service
"None But Americans on Guard”
There is a tradition that during
an especially critical period of the
Revolution General Washington is
sued the order. “Put none but Amer
icans on guard tonight.” There is
no record that such an order was
ever issued, but that it might have
been issued is suggested by a cir
cular letter which Washington sent
to his regimental commanders in
1777 regarding recruits for his body
guard: "You will therefore send me
none but natives.” A few months be
fore Thomas Hickey, a pretended
deserter from the British army, had
tried to poison Washington and had
been convicted and hanged. “Put |
none but Americans on guard" was
one of the mottoes of the Know
Nothing party which was organized
about 1852.
Legend ol the King
Here is an old legend of the eagle:
"Alfred, king of the West Saxons,
went out one day a-hunting and,
passing by a certain wood, heard,
as he supposed, the cry of an in
fant from the top of a tree, and forth
with diligently inquiring of the
huntsmen what the doleful sound
could be, demanded one of them to
climb the tree, when in the top of it
was found an eagle’s nest and let
therein a pretty sweet-faced infant,
wrapped in a purple mantle, and up
on his arm a bracelet of gold, a
clear sign that he was born of noble
parents. Wherefore the king took
charge of him, and caused him to be
baptized, and because he was found
m the nest he gave him the name of
Nestingum. and in after time ad
vanced him to the dignity of an
earl."—London Tit-Bits Magazine.
Wool Robes and Hostess Gowns
Bv CHER IE NICHOLAS
CONSIDERING fashion from a
fabric angle, the big news is the
outstanding importance attached to
the use of fine wool weaves not only
for daytime clothes, as one would
naturally expect, but that which is
the thrill of thrills is the widespread
use of rich wool materials for the
evening apparel.
If you hav§ the right slant on that
which is truly high style you will
wear over your prettiest formal gown
to the opera, horse show, or to your
favorite dipe-and-dance rendezvous,
a floor length cape (three-quarter
length if you prefer) of broadcloth,
duvetyn, or nubby tweed or even
fine jersey, as some few Paris de
signers now sponsor.
For the more casual and workman
like modes, smartly patterned flan
nels are shown in gay young stripes,
checks and geometrical designs that
yield to flattering tailored treat
ment emphasizing square-shoul
dered lines with mannish details to
accent, by way of contrast, the fem
ininity of the beautifully molded sil
houette. To the left in the picture
you will see just such a garment. It
is of deep wine flannel with a smart
white pin stripe, the same distinc
tively tailored in a wrap-around robe
which is at once chic and practical.
It has broad padded shoulders, slit
pockets and tailored shawl collar
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and is built on graceful fitted and
flared lines. A self-fabric sash
is tied casually at the waist.
In keeping with the mood for ele
gance that dominates current
styles, there is a decided tendency
to embellish these lovely at-home
flannels with glistening trimmings
and bright metallic touches, also lav
ish embroidery, beading and fringe
that contrasts to perfection the
smooth richness of the fabric. For
closings all the fashion world loves
the new decorative slide fasteners
that run the full length of the gar
ment See centered in the group the
slender sculptured lines of a fitted
woolen robe in rich blue flannel en
livened with contrasting tri-colored
bands that make a perfect set
ting for the neck-to-hemline slide
fastener that gleams so brightly
against its gaily colorful back
ground.
A diagonal zipper glittering with
gold sequins is striking against the
jet black of a gracefully draped
robe in soft lightweight flannel, as
shown to the right in the group.
From a slender, high-built waist the
wrap-around skirt falls in soft flow
ing lines and the well-cut sleeves
are slightly puffed at the shoulders.
Silk cord with gold pointed ends ties
at the neck for flattering effect
© Western Newspaper Unioe.
STREAMLINE GOWN
By CUERIE NICHOLAS
Streamliners are what they call
the stunning party dresses that
made their bow with the opening of
the New York automobile show.
The handsomely gowned young
woman here pictured was photo
graphed as she stood admiring one
of the new-model streamline cars.
She is wearing a dinner suit of
uncut black silk velvet with em
phasis on the word silk for there is
an insistent and increasing demand
for materials of sterling quality
| that bear an air of distinction. The
l smart fitted jacket has appliques of
gold kid flowers. The applique idea
is a fashion highlight this winter,
carried out not only in gold on black
which leads, but other very ef
fective designing is being achieved
with patent leather or sueds ap
pliqued motifs. The hat worn with
this voguish costume e bla Per
sian coronet.
DESIGNER SETS OUT
FASHION SIGNPOSTS
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
From no less an authority than
the renowned Schiaparelli comes
this foreword in regard to fashions
on the way. Says this distin
guished style creator: “Signposts
signal a new class distinction for
black tailored suits, giving them
first place in fashion's relay.”
They flash "go” to innumerable
gadgets and accessories—colored
jersey stockings to match sports
blouses in same material; pailletted
bowjcnots; all the tinsel decora
tions of a Christmas tree directed in
fashion channels.
The signals tell us the road lies
straight ahead to long legs, a higher
waistline and a covered throat, to
draped sleeves and draped blouses,
to bust length jackets, to jewels
you never saw before made to flash
from jacket lapels and so the story
of fashion unfolds.
Coat Silhouettes Varied
in Fashions for Winter
Coats for the coming winter have
refused to conform to any one sil
houette. Paris designers show
sheath-like tubular coats that are
sometimes edged with a band ot
fox at the bottom; straight, loose
coats that are full-length and occa
sionally made with extra fullness in
the back; or of classic lines, nipped
in at the waist and Hared to the
hemline.
Generally speaking, broad shoul
ders have given way to a more nat
ural line, waistlines frequently are
accented, and plain, close-fitting
necklines are qpw. Fur panels often
give importance to straight-cut
skirts, and lavish use of fur is seen
at all of the leading fashion houses
Leopard and Green Used
in Smart Paris Costume
Touches of fine fur on wool
dresses are important as trimming
now. One smart form-fitting en
semble seen in a Paris collection is
of soft deep green wool with long
slide fastener closing at the front,
slightly accentuated shoulders and
bows of leopard at throat and bell
fastening It is worn with box*
leopard jacket and matching green
turban, leopard trimmed. It is
"sporty" enough to cheer your tav
orite football team on to victory ana
smart enough far any afternoon
function.
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'Jhtmhd about
Prehistoric Lore.
DEL RIO, TEXAS. — Ac
cording to the scientists,
who have a great way of
naming earthly phenomena
without inquiring into the
wishes of the phenomena, we
are now living in a terrestrial
era known as the Hollocene
period.
This will be news to a lot of peo
ple who rather suspected we were
j living through a
stage which might
be called Chaos.
Still, it’s no won
der that the word
hasn't got around
generally yet, be
cause this present
era is quite a young
era as eras go. It's
merely a few mil
lion years old.
which, to our true
geologist, is the
same as yesterday.
Irvin S. Cobb
Mention a few million years to him
and he’ll say “phew!” and just snap
his fingers—like that.
I wonder if the authorities would
parflon a suggestion from a poor
ignoramus whose acquaintance with
geology is largely limited to two
of its surface phases, namely: Reg
ular paved roads and those derned
detours. When we consider most of
the humorous illustrations and the
bulk of the humorous text printed
in the average smart magazine of
today, and the even spicier lines
heard in smart modern plays,
wouldn’t it be more fitting to call
it, not the Holocene, but the Ob
scene period?
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The Law’s Long Arm.
THE long arm of the law—it’s a
grand phrase, isn’t it? So mouth
filling, so satisfying to the honest
citizen’s soul!
It conjures up visions of unrelent
ing warfare against crime, inevita
ble punishment for the guilty. It’s
the bunk!
It’s the bunk because of crooked
lawyers; venal policemen; compla
cent prosecutors; soft-hearted or
corrupted jurors; witnesses, bribed
or intimidated; the law’s delays;
reversals of fair verdicts on foolish
technicalities; a false sentimentali
ty which forgets the widow and or
phan of the victim and thinks only
of the family of the killer; mo^t
often of all, abuse of the powers to
commute and to pardon and to pa
role.
These days, when I see a sen
tenced offender handcuffed to an
officer, I find myself saying to my
self, “Chances are that fellow, lit
erally or figuratively, is wearing
that decoration only temporarily.”
The Passing Years.
EVERY newborn year is a rosy
prospect just as nearly every
dying year is a dun-colored dis
appointment. But without revived
hope what could we look forward to
except being measured for a
shroud?
It seems only yesterday when 1937
was busting in, a radiant, bouncing
baby-child, his arms burdened with
promises, bless his little soul! After
several false starts, happy days
were here again. Nobody was aim
ing to remodel the Supreme court.
Senator Ashurst told us so, and
didn’t he know? He didn’t.
Secretary Wallace, slightly assist
ed by Divine Providence, would im
mediately have the crop situation
well in hand. Grass would grow
only in the street leading to the
almshouse. The Wall Street boys
were expecting two suckers in ev
ery pot. And the song of the Bulbul
was heard in the land—ah, the bull
bull!
Within the 12-month the Republi
' can party again would be a going
| concern. Well, if it’s a going con
; cern, the question is, where?
And now, laden with future gifts,
comes 1938. How time flies! Why,
before you know it, Sistie will be old
enough to take a job with the radio
and Buzzie will be signing testimo
nials. •
Gambling Houses.
A ONCE famous card-sharp—not
reformed, but retired—said to
me:
“Show me a professional gam
bling house where the roulette
wheel isn’t crooked, where any oth
er mechanical device is on the
square, where the operatives from
the bosses on down won't skin a
customer—call him a sucker, if you
want to; the terms are interchange
able—and I'll drop dead from shock,
because no such outfit ever existed
nor ever will, not so long as games
can be tricked, as all of them can,
and gamblers are out for the coin,
as they naturally are, and the hand
is quicker than the eye, which it is."
“But how about the mathematical
percentage in favor of the bank—
isn’t that enough?" I asked
“How about the mathematical
percentage of crooked law-enforce
ment officers who have to be
bribed?” he countered. “There’s
never enough coming in to satisfy
those babies."
IRVIN S. COBB
Copyright.—WNU Service.
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Niftiness for New Year's
LIKE to give yourself a
lift for the New Year,
Milady? Then spruce up
with Sew-Your-Own — the
easy way to chic. Here, for
instance, are three swell
swing models that will make you
modern as tomorrow and put you
in the running for the title, “best
dressed woman.” Right now it’s
parties you’re thinking of, so pick
a pair of eligibles from this trio.
Will You Dance?
The New Year’s Party will be
festive and so will you in the
model at the left in black moire.
This is a very young frock and
not a little flattering to the debu
tante figure. It has a skirt that’s
built for dancing, and the oh, so
slender waist is no drawback.
Spic ’n’ Classic.
There’s always a “morning aft
er,” and that’s when you’ll be
glad to have a spic and classic
frock like the one above, center.
It is suitable to take back to
school to rouse the roommate’s
envy and, pleasantly enough, it’s
so easy to cut and stitch, a fresh
man can’t go wrong. Make one
version in flat crepe and a carbon
copy in sheer wool—it is superb
both ways.
Ah, My Friends.
How about a two-piecer of lame
and velvet for that rousing family
reunion over the holidays? The
model above, right, is two pieces,
but it’s one with chic and figure
flattery. You’ll have your aunt
ies making ohs and ahs and the
bright young cousins calling you
“the duchess”! What’s more
you’ll look the part.
Pattern 1330 is designed for
sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 40 bust). Size
14 requires 4% yards of 39-inch
material plus 6 yards of gros
grain ribbon to trim as pictured.
Pattern 1397 is designed for
sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 40 bust). Size
14 requires yards of 39-inch
material.
Pattern 1396 is designed for
sizes 32 to 44. Size 34 requires
1% yards of 39-inch material for V
the blouse; 1% yards of 54-inch
material for the skirt.
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.
New Pattern Book.
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 Svndlcai*.—WNU Service.
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