Soft Ball Is a Very Interesting Game!
It’s surely a hard-hearted softball that wouldn’t like to be hit for a homer by any one of these coed diamond
Queens at Northwestern university, Evanston, 111., famous for its beautiful women. As soon as classes are
over for the day the girls hike out for some exercise to keep curves under control.
His License Plates Wow ’Em
—Ill.I.nil dsmmmm
Walter Ozro Wooster, a pet shop owner of Waterbury, Conn., points
to his license plates, “W. O. W.” which replace the regular numerals on
his 1938 plates. Every person in Connecticut who drives for a period of
ten or more years without having a traffic violation or other police charge
against him may use his initials on%is plates instead of numerals. Mr.
Wooster, who has been driving with a clear record since 1916, is shown
during a recent visit to New York.
ORCHIDS FOR MARION
Marion Talley, dainty star of the
opera and radio, is planning to use
her spare time to raise orchids at
her home near Hollywood, Calif. It
takes seven years to grow the costly
flowers from seeds to blossoms, the
price of which ranges from $4 up
ward. A full-grown orchid plant
costs from $45 to $5,000, depending
on the variety. Marion is shown ex
amining an orchid, one of the vari
| cty she may have in her collection.
THINKING IT OVER
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One of the very few bearded chess
players in competition, L. Frins of
Holland was confronted with a dif
ficult problem during the Interna
tional Chess congress at Margate,
England, recently. Chess experts
from many countries matched their
skill in the ancient game.
Prize Winners Glum Over Victory
Some of the victors in baby health competitions at the Colony house
in Brooklyn recently refused to welcome their triumphs with smiles. Left
to right, George Planco, Marion Pietrowski, Arthur Rynander and Joan
Marie Hubiak. The contest awards were on the basis of general health
and had added significance because the institution is celebrating the
twenty-fifth anniversary of its founding.
Defenders Ready for the Japanese
In a trench somewhere along the south bank of the Yellow river in south Shantung province, a Chinese
trench mortar crew is on the alert and ready to beat back an attack of the Japanese troops. These warriors
are among the defenders in south Shantung where the Sino-Japanese forces have been locked for weeks In a
major struggle.
Scenes and Persons in the Current News
1—Gov. Philip I.aFollette, announcing the formation of a new third party, the "National Progressive
Party of America,” is campaigning to organize the Middle West. 2—Relchsfuelirer Adolf Hitler of Germany
and Premier Mussolini who met in Rome on the occasion of Hitler’s triumphal visit to Italy. 3—Brig. Gen.
Barton K. Yount, named assistant to the chief of the United States air corps for a term of four years by
President Roosevelt.
Irish Wit vs. Yank Diplomacy
— .-Ml .• I 111 —MIir'a ..- >:■:*»»»»
George Bernard Shaw, left, chatting with Joseph P. Kennedy, Ameri
can ambassador to London, following a ceremony which took place at Ken
sington, London, recently In which the famous Irish dramatist received the
deeds of the national theater on behalf of the executive committee.
URGES DEFENSE
With war scares bobbing up all
over the world, the United States
must be assured a plentiful supply
of “strategic minerals,” Dr. John
W. Finch, director of the bureau of
mines, announced in a memoran
dum to the press. He urges a tariff
protection and stock-piling program
to solve defense problems with re
spect to manganese (No. 1 "stra
tegic mineral”), nickel, chromium,
aluminum and other metals.
“Baby” Senator
Reduces Weight
In deference to his waistline, Sen.
Rush Holt of West Virginia, "baby”
member of the United States senate,
keeps a ping pong table In his of
fice, where he indulges in this exer
cise between sessions. Here you sec
the senator in a bit of fast play.
Ball Players Advertise Fair
Members of the University of California baseball team will help ad
vertise the 1939 San Francisco World’s fair on Its barnstorming trip
throughout the United States. On the sleeve of each player will be
sewed an emblem featuring the exposition. Lois Sherman is seen sewing
the emblem on Sam Chapman’s sleeve. The trip takes the team to the
campuses of 22 leading universities and colleges.
Ireland’s New President at Home
Dr. Douglas Hyde, new president of Eire (Irish Free State), shown seated among his grandchildren at
the home of his daughter, Mrs. J. Sealy, at Donny brook, Ireland. Dr. Hyde, a noted Irish scholar, is a
Protestant and the son of a Protestant clergyman.
Who Killed
John Robbin?
By RAY SAPFRSTETN
© Wheeler Syndicate. Inc.
WNU Service.
ON WEEK days Mr. Benjamin
Tellifer sold ribbons, laces, ho
siery and underwear in Allenville’s
leading dry goods emporium to sat
isfy his body, but Sundays and eve
nings he spent in a manner suited
to the needs of his soul—which
called for detective stories.
In his youth Mr. Tellifer had har
bored a praiseworthy ambition to be
the world’s greatest sleuth, to make
his name and fame a terror to evil
doers the world over. But a certain
young lady, to whom he was then
engaged, objected to a life devoted
to the pursuit of crime, and made
it clear that no man. though other
wise possessing all the qualities
dear to a maiden’s heart, could fol
low such a profession, and still
aspire to her hand. So Mr. Tellifer
married the lady, and thereafter
read about sleuths instead of being
one himself.
He was alone in the house one
evening, reading "The Mystery of
the Headless Guards," a truly de
lightful tale.
SHORT SHORT
STORY
Complete in This Issue
Mr. Tellifer laid down the book
with a sigh of regret. He would
have enjoyed a tussle with a gang
like that, but Allenville offered few
opportunities for a brave sleuth to
distinguish himself. The majority of
its inhabitants were too honest, or.
at least, too law-abiding, to commit
a crime worth noticing, and too poor
to tempt criminals from other lo
calities. Now, the Robbin house—
Mr. Tellifer rose and looked hope
fully through the window at the
house in question. It was very much
like the ^homes described in the
choicest criminal literature. Its
owner was undoubtedly eccentric.
He lived alone, a cleaning-woman
the sole outsider to enter it. And
judging by the hints she dropped,
the place contained not only silver,
linen and handsome rugs, but treas
ure of all kinds safely hidden from
sight under lock and key.
From where he sjood he could see
only a small portion of his neigh
bor's library, and that was almost
obscured by an enormous bookcase.
He was about to turn away, with a
sigh, when he saw Mr. Robbin ap
proach this article of furniture, saw
his hand extended to remove a book
from one of its shelves, and then
sink to the floor as though felled by
an unseen hand.
Mr. Tellifer did not dally. In five
seconds his neighbor’s door had
yielded to his touch, and he was
bending over the old gentleman, who
was lying on his back, blood from a
wound in his temple saturating his
thick, silver hair. Close by lay a
small bronze Mercury.
Mr. Tellifer picked it up, and de
duced rapidly. “Dead as a door
nail,” said he. “Somebody sneaked
up from behind, and cracked his
skull with this thing.”
He looked around, opened as
many closets as he could find, and
walked through every room in the
house. He examined the floor for
footprints, and scrutinized the grass
beneath the windows to see if it had
tyeen disturbed. Nothing rewarded
his efforts. Reluctantly he went up
to the telephone and called head
quarters.
UU1 lull) Ulv UMOVYtltU.
“What did you say?” he demanded,
“Murder? A murder in Allenville?”
"That’s what I’m telling you,” re
plied Mr. Tellifer, trying to keep the
elation out of his voice. “I’m in
Mr. Robbin’s house, and he’s lying
on the floor with a hole in his head.
I’m looking around for clues.”
Mr. Tellifer waited patiently un
til the sound of heavy boots told him
that Horton had arrived. With him
was A1 Bush and Phil Baker, Allen
ville’s entire police force. He es
corted them, with due solemnity, to
the library. But here a shock await
ed him. The dead man had raised
himself on an elbow.”
"What are you doing in my
house?” demanded Mr. John Rob
bin.
There was an awkward silence be
fore Jim Horton answered, apolo
getically. “Er ... Er ... I thought
you were dead”
"Did you, indeed?” returned Mr.
Robbin.
He arose, dusted his trousers, and
wiped the blood away from his in
jured temple. “Well, if it will re
lieve your feelings any, I’ll assure
you that I’m not. I was reaching
for a book when this statuette, which
that fool of a cleaning woman placed
on top of the bookcase, where it
could do the most damage, fell and
hit me on the head. But I’m all
right now, and as I have some im
portant work to do, and your pres
ence isn't going to help me do it—”
They took the hint. Outside the
house the police force expressed it
self vigorously, if not elegantly. Mr.
Tellifer would have been pained at
some of the epithets applied to him,
had he been listening, but he wasn’t.
He was thinking that even he, vora
cious reader of detective tales
though he was, had never heard of
a corpse coming to life and destroy
ing all a sleuth's carefyl deductions.
