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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 24, 1938)
p-Banner Serial fiction MAIDEN EEECDT AUTHUk Of By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS 'IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT' O SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS WNU SERVICE SYNOPSIS Kelsey Hare, young architect conva lescing from a breakdown, meets Mar tin Holmes, struggling author, In a storm on a lake near Moldavia, N. Y. Caught In a downpour they seek shelter at Holmes’ estate, "Holmesholm,” which by Its air of decay gives evidence of its owner’s financial embarrassment. Kel sey suggests renting a room and settles down there. Finding Holmes studying a newspaper picture of a Park avenue deb utante, Kelsey learns that a story by Holmes has been rejected in a $15,000 contest run by Purity Pictures, A. Leon Snydacker, president, for a novel suit able for picturtzation, in which the win ner of a Mystery Beauty contest will star. Kelsey buys the manuscript from Holmes and rents his house. One of the conditions of the deal is that Kelsey adopt Holmes’ pen name, "Templeton Sayles.” After Holmes departs on a trip, a telegram arrives for Sayles which Kel sey leaves unopened. Glunk, odd man servant, places the debutante's picture on the mantel. The Park Avenue Van Strattens, at breakfast with their niece Marion, are horrified to find her picture In the paper as one of ten remaining contestants for the Purity Pictures award, and learn that Liggett Morse, ad mirer, has entered Marion’s picture on a bet. She is threatened with being taken abroad until the “scandal" dies down, and decides adventurously to go through with the contest. CHAPTER III—Continued The late arrival found herself a chair and made her first survey of a world as new to her as the Desert of Gobi The equipment of the room was heavily ornate. Opposite her, a glazed door bore in gilt legend a message of aid to the suffering. PECKETT’S PERSUASIVE PILLS FOR THAT PAIN Try a Little Persuader Before Breakfast It seemed quite out of line with anything she had heard of the mo tion picture world until she remem bered Liggy’s explanation of the Snydacker fortune. The Snydacker name, in small lettering, formed the bottom line. It also appeared upon another door, in a display which, by comparison, seemed almost modest: PURITY PICTURES, INC. A. Leon Snydacker, President From this strange conjunction of the medical with the pictorial the girl’s interested gaze wandered to a clock which at once, as if awaiting that incitement, struck twelve. “Am I late?" she inquired per functorily. “Only an hour,” said a sweet lit tle voice. “Cool as a hog on ice,” grumpily commented somebody. A rounded young thing rose and slouched across the room. She was a little fluffy, a little flashy, a little untidy, and distinctly beautiful. She appraised the newcomer with sleepy eyes in the depths of which were golden gleams. “Hello, kid.” “Hello," with a smile. On the end wall ten photographs were set in a large frame. The gold en girl examined them. “You’re 3245—D,” she identified. “What’s the name?” “Marion Van Stratten.” “Pretty good name. Goes with your type.” "I’m glad you think so,” smiled its owner. “It’s the only one I’ve got.” She liked the candid, steady look of the other girl and the quirk at the corner of her mouth. “Oh? I thought it might be a mon aker. Mine’s Gloria Glamour. Eng lish fashion, with a u.” A worried-looking man popped in and said hurriedly: “Ladies, report back at 2 p. m. Mr Snydacker is detained in conference.” “But my notice said eleven o’clock,” protested Marne to the re tiring and unhearing official rear. All the rest maintained the glum silence of pessimism. “You got here at noon,” pointed out Miss Glamour. “Where do you have a kick coming? Not used to waiting for ’em, huh? Make ’em wait for you. Swell, if you can get away with it. Let’s eat.” Marne assented, and followed her companion to a near-by restaurant where a number of people stared at them. Until the luncheon was over, her opposite merely chattered. At the end, she leaned across the table. “What’ll you take to bow off, kid?” “Bow off?”, “You got me. Do you need this job?” "No-o-o. I don’t know that I ex actly need it.” “Well, I do. To keep ahead of the sheriff. This has been a bum season for the beauty business and I’m a beauty girl.” “Yes; I can see that.” “What I mean is, beauty contests are my line. But this is the biggest thing I ever tackled, and a win would put me where I want to be. Only I won’t win.” “Why not?” "Because you will.” “But it’s too absurd,” cried the other. “Look at those girls in there. What possible show would I have—” “You got this far, didn’t you?” “On my photograph. And that was an accident.” “Mebbe. Now lissen, kid. Until you busted into the game I figured myself a right smart bet. This field ain’t so hot” "I thought they were lovely. Ot course, you’re lovely, too,” Marne hastily amended. “Mebbe,” allowed the other dis piritedly. "But you got something none of the rest of us has got. That’s what’s going to count. You got class. I’ve heard about this bird, Snydacker. He's a sucker for class. Class’ll smack him down every time. He’ll spot you the length of the room. You wait and see. But I wish I could figure out which way the wheels go ’round in that nut house.” "Ask me, girls.” Beside them stood a fattish young man with pouchy, piggy eyes and a dormant expression which they later discovered to be a deceptive mask for the quick and jaunty mind within. He had been lunching at the table back of them. "Who might you be, stout-fella me-lad?” inquired Gloria, with a welcoming smile, for she had in Snydacker awoke from the confer ence which he always took just after a heavy luncheon, rose, stretched, wriggled out of his orange silk dressing gown and pressed a button. Moby Dickstein was there at once. “Afternoon, Bwana," said he, us ing the honorific title which he had bestowed upon his principal, what time the young millionaire had re turned from a week’s stop in Cairo, bringing with him an almost life size photograph of himself in a tri umphal attitude, surrounded by dead (and stuffed) lions. A. Leon smiled benignly. “Has that tenth beauty got here yet?” “Sure. Bwana. They're all here." “How late was she?” “About an hour.” The magnate frowned. “That's Number 3245—D, ain't it? The girl on horseback?” “Right-o, Bwana.” "She looks like she'd have her nerve with her,” mused the mag ‘It’s all over, stooges,” she remarked. ‘‘We’re licked.” stinctively recognized a kindred spirit. "Don’t you remember me, Glor ia?” "Not with that Clark Gable mus tache and those plush clothes. Why —why—why, I believe it’s Moby Dickstein!” “The same.” He presented him self to Marne. “Officially Mr. Dix on Moberley, hired henchman of President A. Leon Snydacker of Purity Pictures, Incorporated, until fired. Moby to you, sisters, since we may be working on the same lot.” He sat down and ordered drinks. “Who, what, and why is this Sny dacker person and how did he bust into the game?” queried Gloria. Moby Dickstein surveyed his en vironment for possibly interested ears before he replied in a lowered voice: “Bust in is right. Ever hear of Peckett’s Persuasive Pills?” “Nope,” said the beauty girl. “Don’t need ’em.” “Or Peckett’s Painless Pacifier?” It was Marne who answered this time, "Aren’t those the names I read on the door?” “Sure. Well, A. Leon is the more or less legitimate offspring of those two. He's what you might call a blend.” "I thought he was a big motion picture expert,” observed Marne in nocently. Moby snorted. “If he’s a motion picture expert, I’m a Bulgarian gar bage collector.” He rounded out the character sketch of his employer. A. Leon was thirty-five years old, when he was lifted out of the routine of being something obscure in the mixing de partment of the Persuader factory by the unexpected windfall of Uncle Peckett’s fortune. The effect of the millions was to inspire in him a lofty if not wholly logical opinion of him self as a man of large affairs. He •aspired to be glorified as an indus trial leader, and also to shine social ly, and to his innocent soul the mo tion picture business seemed to combine these opportunities. So he bought a moribund minor company, renamed it, and with the sublime courage of complete ignorance, made himself producer-president. Three constant principles moti vated the start of his career: speed, sensation, and publicity, and the greatest of these was publicity. His mental processes were rapid, vio lent, and beyond all human calcula tion. One of his few practical moves was to pick up Moby Dick stein, ex-camera-man, ex-director, and ex-general-utility man, and en dow him with the title of Personal Assistant to the President in charge of Press Functions and Publicity. “Gotta get back to the Big Boy,” said he, setting down his empty glass and yawning. “See you later. Pretties.” In his luxurious sanctum A. Leon nate of Purity Pictures. “Take-it-or leave-it sort. Her name is Miss Marion Norman Van Stratten. 1 had the photograph traced.” “Snappy work, Bwana. She’s a humdinger, all right.” “There’s a big game hunter named Van Stratten,” said A. Leon Snydacker reverently. “Scoopy Van Stratten. An—er—acquaintance of mine. Met him at the—er—inter national matches. Polo, you know. This girl looks as if she might be of that family.” Moby Dickstein instantly decided that she should be. “I’ll see what I can turn up in the files about her,” said he. In the time which it took him to smoke two cigarettes he had com piled a satisfactory, even a brilliant social record for his subject, which lost nothing by being largely a work of the imagination. Mr. Snydacker read it with approval. Back in the human exhibit room there was another period of waiting, this time forty minutes beyond the appointed hour, after which another worried official peered in, said, “All here?” and vanished. “Ready, la dies,” intoned a voice. Every one stood up as the great man entered in a rush. 1 Everyone but Number 3245—D, She sat still, regarding with mildly astonished interest the figure that bounced energetically in. Her first untutored thought was that this was some actor who had come, fresh Heavy Nitrogen Molecules Used as Tag Inside Body, According to Scientists Now that scientists have isolated heavy nitrogen, what can they do with it—or is it only a laboratory curiosity? One use having immense practical value in learning the most obscure secrets inside the body is as a tag, writes Barclay Moon New man in the Scientific American. One thing that scientists who are studying the comings and goings of molecules of nutrient proteins in our bodies have long wanted was a way to tag or earmark some of them and thus be able to trace their movements and see where they turn up and how soon. However, since the molecules of the common nitro gen which constitutes a large part of our bodies were all alike, doing this would have been something like trying to select one child from identical quintuplets, watch it pass with the rest behind a house and then trying to find that particular one when they all emerged at the other side. A few heavy nitrogen molecules mixed with common ones carry their own earmarks wherever they reappear in the body. If scientists can do this—as they at last can— they can solve many underlying puz zles which have practical bearing on our understanding of the body’s mysteries. Heavy nitrogen is thus an instrument of research—some thing that in the long run will make doctors wiser. One such answer was quickly giv en as soon as the new “tag” mole cules became available. It had been supposed that the fat on our bodies stayed put a long time where it was stored. It turns out after heavy nitrogen experiments that while we may not gain or lose any weight, our fat particles are in constant and relatively rapid turnover all the time. New ones come and old ones constantly leave. Thus life’s proc esses seethe even through the parts of the organism which appear most inactive and most durable. ___ Longest Pontoon Road The longest pontoon road in the world is the much-traveled path of planks over Hooghli river, between Calcutta and Howrah in India. The planks are laid on boats. Each boat has two anchors upstream and one downstream, to hold it in place. This roadway is even elastic. Dur ing floods or high tide, additional boats and planks are inserted in the middle to increase the length of the bridge, and let it stretch with tbe river. from a costume performance. He wore an open-neck shirt, a pinch bottle coat with a yellow orchid in the lapel, and swung with commend able nonchalance a polo mallet. He was lean, twitchy, and glossily hand some. ‘'Now-now-now-now-now!" he de tonated. "Which is which? Come— come! Which is which, I say.” As this was a difficult question, nobody answered it. "Whut-whut-whut! Whut-whut whut!” he ejaculated. Marne re sisted a temptation to warn him that one of his cylinders was miss ing. He romped over and towered above her. She lifted cool and in quiring eyes. "You were late.” "I’m afraid I was, a little . . .** “A little! Nearly an hour." "Sorry.” said the girl with less evidence of contrition than the Pres ident of Purity Pictures, Inc., felt to be due to the occasion and him self. "People do not keep ME wait ing." “I said I was sorry,” returned Marne discouragingly unimpressed "Whut-whut-whut-whut-whut?” He tried to stare her down. It failed to work. "Anyway,” she remarked, with a glance at the clock, "you’ve kept us all waiting. So that rather evens it up, doesn’t it?” "Sweet cheese’n’ crackers!” breathed Miss Gloria Glamour. A. Leon Snydacker crossed his feet and stood gracefully leaning upon his implement of sport and class, in an attitude of pensive re gard. "I would have waited longer than this,” said he in a solemn tone, "for you. Darr-ling!” he con cluded, ogling her with the confi dent eye of the conquering male. "Who? Me?” said Marne, upon whom the florid endearment pro duced much the effect of a bomb, bursting in air. “You, indeed. Who else? You, you, you, you: me type i was pre pared to spend years and millions in seeking. And here you are. fallen right into my arms.” “Not exactly,” protested Marne and suffered a severe dig from Glor ia’s admonitory elbow. Still rapt in his vision, A. Leon stalked across to the mounted pho tographs. “I knew you were the type the minute I set eyes on this photo. One in a million. One in a hundred millions. The type pre eminent, only a thousand times more so. Darr-ling,” he appended in afterthought. “Would you mind not calling me that?” said Marne. “Why not?” he asked, and there could be no doubt of the genuine ness of his surprise. “I just don’t happen to care for it.” “Whut-whut-whut - whut - whut?” Did she really mean it? Couldn’t she appreciate what a compliment she was being paid? He shook a de spairing head unable to understand this, but yielding to it. "It is in tended,” said he stiffly, "in a pro fessional sense. Purely profession al.” A blonde goddess edged forward timidly. “Mr. Snydacker.” “Shush!” The magnate turned his back on her and beckoned to Marne. “This way, Miss Van Stratten.” “What’d I tell you!” Gloria’s whisper tickled her ear. “D’you think I'd better go?” “Sweet cheese ’n’ crackers! Go? Leap to It, kid.” She fairly yanked the other out of her chair and pro pelled her through the door. Gloria extracted and lighted a cig arette. “It’s all over, stooges,” she remarked. “We’re licked.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Healthy Mind Will Preserve Facial Beauty By PATRICIA LINDSAY Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. A HEALTHY, clear thinking, en ergetic mind is not only the nucleus of beauty but it is the nu cleus of a radiant happy life! Had I space to quote famous au thorities I could convince you that destructive thoughts, or an undisci plined mind, can rob a woman of her health and destroy her hap piness. As you think, your face and eyes express your thoitghts. Catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror as you converse with a friend. Notice how your eyes sparkle and your lips turn upward when you speak gaily. See how quickly a frown appears and your eyes dim when you talk of sorrow or feel sad. Your lips narrow and your eyes partly close when you give vent to anger or gossip maliciously. Would you have believed it? Do you know that every unworthy thought registers on your face? Haven’t you seen women whose countenances reveal their habitual thoughts of malice, selfishness, Jeal ousy? Of course you have. Over Indulgence of miserable traits have robbed them of their beauty and happiness. Don't Be A Neurotic Sick minds, registered on face*, ward oil all human sympathy and love. So don’t be a neurotic. Keep your mind active, free, and in order. It is the receiving and sending in strument of your entire body. Let it receive wholesome, pleasant mes sages. Let it send wholesome, pleas< Your face reflects your thought* ant dictations. You know the old adage that "Beauty comes from within”—well it does, from within your mind! If you have been in the habit of brooding, of becoming easily hurt at people’s thoughtless words or ac tions, strive to overcome those ten dencies. Ignore hurts and discour agements. Realize that brooding— or worrying—is an insidious form of illness which can destroy a lot you hold dear. Don’t be a woman consumed with self-pity. Don't be a girl consumed with self-pity. Every person has a tough time in life. Every person has problems and hurdles to leap. No life is without sorrow nor is any life without Joy! Take life as it comes. Keep yourself healthy and let your mind create beauty! HINT-OF-THE-DAY _:_l_ The intelligent way 16 go about changing the style of your hairdress is to sit before your mirror after you have given your hair a thor ough brushing away from the scalp. Comb your hair back from the face. Determine which hair-do will accent your good features and soften your less glamorous ones. If you can afford it, go to an ex pert stylist and let him take you in hand. Otherwise go to a good bar ber and get a hair cut once you have decided on the exciting new style. Try to suit your type, your mood, | your clothes. Try all sorts of parts until you find one that does a lot for you. Psychological Savages The natives of Dahomey, a French West African colony, seldom seek divorce; they have a custom that, usually, makes it unnecessary. Tribal tradition centuries old— established by some ancient chief rich in human understanding— decrees that when a man and his wife quarrel, both must go to oppo site corners of the room and, facing the wall, meditate in silence, for a fixed period. This over, the man speaks first, but all he is permitted ; to say is "I’m an idiot.” This he shouts 100 times. When he has fin ished the wife does likewise. Then both turn, advance to the center of the room and together cry “We are idiots.” This ends the ritual. Both are now free to do whatever they please. In innumerable instances they do just what the old chief ex pected—burst out laughing and for get their quarrel. Pretty Workaday Fashions 1625 INURING the indoor season to come, make plenty of bright new workaday clothes for your self and your daughter. 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