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M/ilOEN EFFORT
By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS ^hXned
ONE NIGHT1
O SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS WNU SERVICE
SYNOPSIS
Kelsey Here, 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 picturlzation. in which the win
ner of a Mystery Beauty contest will
etar. 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
Marlon, 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 decides adventurously to go
through with the contest. In the offices of
A. Leon Snydacker. heir to the Peckett’s
Persuasive Pills fortune, Marion finds
nine other beauties. She makes friends
with Gloria Glamour, flip professional
beauty contestant. They meet Moby
Dlckstein, Snydacker’s press agent and
factotum. Snydacker is overwhelmed
with Marion's beauty and “class,” to
which he is extremely susceptible, and
calls her "Darr-Ung.” Moby is referred
to Holmes for information on Sayles.
Gloria takes the call. Hare is inter
rupted in his rewriting by two callers,
one of whom he recognizes as the pic
tured beauty in the paper. After they
leave, he takes the picture from the
mantel, and uncovers the telegram, now
four days old, apologizing for a "mis
take," snd demanding Sayles' immedi
ate presence in New York for a confer
ence with Snydacker. When Moby and
the girls arrive on location, Kelsey learns
for the first time that the Holmes-Sayles
novel was the winner. He confides his
predicament to Moby. Snydacker’s antic
ipation of the meeting with Sayles is not
shared by Kelsey, whom Moby advises to
say “Yes” to everything. They meet at
a Moldavia inn, and argue the title of the
“super-creational” picture, finally chang
ing It from "Virgin Effort” to “Malden
Effort.” Kelsey learns he is to play the
lead, the embodiment of the insidious
Sayles. The picture goes into production
at Holmesholm, with Kelsey doing a
hopeless job as hero. Marion remains
cold to Snydacker's “darr-lings,” even
to the gift of an evening dress.
CHAPTER VI—Continued
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*‘I love the dress.” Tenderly Marne
lilted the creation. A small leather
casket was dislodged from the folds.
She opened it. “Wh-wh-wh-wh
why!” she stuttered. "They look
’ike emeralds.”
She let the necklace ripple and
sparkle through her fingers, then
dropped it. She stared at the First
Assistant, her brows drawing down.
"Cert’ny, they look like emer
alds,” retorted that quick-witted
diplomat. “The camera won’t know
the difference.”
“I hardly would, myself," she con
fessed, reassured. “But of course
they’re too big to be real.”
"I’ll tell you,” said Moby. "You
rig up in this outfit and we’ll try a
few shots.”
With the aid of a maid, supplied
by the thoughtful management, she
made a more than satisfactory toi
let.
“Gee, that’s somethin’!” was
Moby Dickstein’s admiring com
ment when she appeared.
The camera kept them busy until
six o’clock. Marne was back in
her room when Gloria, who had
been to town, came up. The beauty
girl set her distended hands on her
hip-joints and whistled.
"Where’d you raise the green
*es?”
“They came by express from New
York." Marne peacocked a bit.
“Does that make you Queen of the
May!” said Gloria in a queer tone.
“What do you think of it?”
“What do you want me to think
of it? A. Leon Snydacker’s been
spreading himself, I’d say!"
“This is all from the studio.”
“Oh, yeah? I suppose they struck
emeralds, digging that last sewer.”
"They’re imitation. Aren't they
goodt"
“I ll say they re good. So are
you. I haven’t got the heart to hog
a show like this all to myself. Hi!
Casanova!”
A grunt from down the hallway
responded.
"Mist-er Sayles! Tempy, my lad.
Step this way.”
Kelsey appeared in his doorway.
“What’s up?”
"The preview’s on. Better bring
your eye-shade.”
He entered the room. He looked
at Marne and a slow-gathering shad
ow darkened his face. “So that’s it,
is it?”#said he quietly.
“What’s the matter, old bean? Got
a touch of liver?” inquired Gloria
maliciously.
“No; but really.” Marne appealed
to him with uplifted and expectant
eyes, avid for appreciation of her
new splendors. “How do I look?"
“Rather like a beetle, I should
say.
“What kino of beetle?” she per
sisted, still too pleased with herself
not to be confident of approval.
“Some beetles are quite nice.”
“Tastes diTer. I had in mind
one of those greenish, slick, slinky
kind of beetles. I believe,” he add
ed with judicial deliberation, "they
call them diggers.”
“That will about suffice for you,
Halfwit,” snapped Gloria.
With a sharply heightened color
Marne addressed the other girl. "I
think I'll wear it down to dinner
tonight."
"Swell! Let’s all dress up and
make it a party."
“Great idea!" growled Kelsey.
“Snydacker will appreciate it. I’m
sure. His car just came in."
"Perhaps there's a gown for you,
too,” said Marne to her ally, ig
noring the young man. "You’d bet
ter look and see.”
"I will. What a hope!" she added
as she herded Kelsey out into the
hall and closed the door after him.
At once she turned upon him.
“A nice show you put on!”
“You got me into it.”
“How’d I know you were going to
act like a sore-tailed bear? What’s
it to you anyway?"
"Nothing. Only it makes me sick
to see a girl sell out like that.”
Gloria was feeling a little that
way herself about it. but she came
Thus far the hero had been every
thing that he should not have been.
He was camera-conscious. He
flinched. He jittered. His walk was
a strut and his smile a simper. It
was with dark forebodings that
Moby Dickstein approached the cru
cial love-scene rehearsal.
His misgivings were justified. Bad
as Kelsey had been in the preced
ing episodes, he was at his worst
in this. That indestructive and tire
less patience which is an essential
to all directing was taxed to the
utmost by the time Moby had lured
the loving couple into their first
clinch. It broke down a moment
later. He advanced upon the hero,
flailing the air.
"For the luvva Mike!” he yelped.
“Whatsamatter?”
“Well, what is the matter?" coun
tered Kelsey. “I’m doing the best
I know how.”
“You ain’t doin’ the best Malden
“What do you think, darr-ling?"
to her friend’s support loyally.
“How do you know she’s sold out?"
“She isn’t getting that lay-out for
nothing, is she?"
“Maybe the emeralds are phony.”
“The dress isn’t. And I’d have
sworn she was a straight kid.”
“What right have you got to think
she isn’t?” challenged the defender.
“If she is, she won’t be long,”
was the harsh rejoinder.
“And who cast you for Captain
of the Rescue Squad? It strikes me
you’re doing a little more in the
heart-throb line than the script calls
for.”
Kelsey managed a grin. “You’re
right, of course, Gloria. Watch me
behave like a perfect gent. As a
start I’ll go and dress for the fes
tive occasion.”
Someone passed the word to A.
Leon Snydacker, who not only ap
peared in tails and a white waist
coat but, radiant, ordered up cham
pagne from his private stock.
"Darr-ling” was his greeting to
Marne; “you look”—he paused,
seeking a sufficiently expressive
word—“colossal,” he brought out
triumphantly.
Marne laughed. “I like myself
pretty well in this,” she admitted.
“But the camera may not like me
so well.”
“I am the camera here, said A.
Leon, unconsciously plagiarizing
Louis XVI and with much the same
implication. "What I see in you
the camera will see. Though may
be not all, darr-ling," he concluded.
Marne suppressed a slight mis
giving at the fervor of his tone.
Later, at table, the great man,
flushed with the effort of an im
promptu speech wherein he predict
ed an unparalleled success for pic
ture and star (uproarious applause,
led by Moby Dickstein), leaned over
to her ear and said in a low and
significant half-whisper:
“This week-end I have to be in
Hollywood. But next week-end; eh,
darr-ling?”
“You mean for the ball-room
scene?” •
“Whut-whut-whut • whut - whut?
Oh, we-ell. If you want to call it
that,” he answered after a slightly
sulky and uncertain pause.
"All right,” she agreed cheerful
ly. But he had sense enough to
wonder whether it really was all
right. He’d leave it to the invalu
able Moby Dickstein to smooth out
the details.
"What they shooting tomorrow?”
he inquired.
Marne frowned. “Trying out one
of the love scenes.”
"Ah, if I could act!” sighed the
President of Purity Pictures, roll
ing up his liquid and expressive
eyes. "How glad I’d be to be play
ing the hero with you.”
Next morning, Moby, who had
been relegated to his old Job of di
recting, for this special picture, en
countered plenty of trouble, main
ly with the masculine lead as in
terpreted by Templeton Sayles, Esq.
Featherston knows how. Remem
ber you’re him.”
"He makes me sick,” said Kel
sey definitely.
"You wrote him, didn’t you? Well,
try to be him for a minute. Looka
here. Lookit wiiat the script calls
for.” He beat the unresisting paper
with the back of his hand. ‘Clasps
and kisses her passionately.’ D’you
call that a kiss!”
“This is only a rehearsal,” the
leading man defended himself.
"What of it? Don’t act like you’re
scared of her. She ain’t got lepro
sy.”
"It’s only sunburn,” confirmed
Marne with an encouraging smile.
"All right,” yielded Kelsey.
"Where do I stand now?”
"Here. Take your line. Put some
pep into it Kiss her; don’t nibble
her.”
“Mousie! Mousie!” said Marne,
which didn’t help much.
"I’m doing as well as I can,"
stated the unhappy amateur.
"The real trouble is,” the girl ex
plained, "that he doesn’t approve
of me.”
“You tell me what you want,”
said Kelsey through set teeth to
Moby, "and I’ll go through with it."
"If it kills the poor thing,” fin
ished Marne.
It was a painful morning. The
work went on, with the hero floun
dering and smoldering, the director
sweating profusely, and the heroine
alone getting any fun out of it. She
seemed to find a malign satisfaction
in her opposite’s reluctant ap
proaches. Toward noon A. Leon
Snydacker walked in and Temple
ton Sayles, Esq., walked out
‘‘How about it?’’ queried the big
boss.
"Bwana, he's lousy."
"What do you think, darr-ling?"
"The same as Moby, only more
so."
"You don’t like him?”
"1 think he's poisonous.” averred
the girl with unnecessary vigor.
."That’s good." commented the
magnate complacently. “What I
mean is I wouldn’t want you should
like him too much, darr-ling. It’s
up to Moby to handle him right
We can work it out with him, I
guess." It was no part of the cun
ning magnate’s idea to substitute
some handsome and expert leading
man whom his star might find at
tractive.
"Just as you say, Bwana." sighed
the director. “But I hate to think
what’ll happen in that rescue
scene."
“Where he swims out and brings
her to shore?"
“Yes. Where she falls out of the
canoe. He’ll handle her like she
was a sack of coal and he a long
shoreman. Use no hooks.”
“Will it be safe? Can you swim,
darr-ling?”
"Of course.”
A. Leon began to gloom with
thought. Recognizing the symptoms,
Moby signaled the others for silence.
Presently the great man sprang to
his feet, whirling his arms in one of
those spasmic inspirations to which
he was subject
“I got it” he vociferated. “I got
it If we put this rescue scene
through regular rehearsal, it’ll be a
flop. Here’s my idear.”
“Just a minute, Bwana.” Moby
got out a pencil and poised it
“Shoot.”
“Miss Van Stratten,” explicated
the mastermind, “lets fall a remark
before Mr. Sayles that she can’t
swim. See?”
"Yes,” assented the two listen
ers, the girl dubiously, the director
reverently.
“All right. You can’t swim. Now,
here’s my big idear. A stoo-pendous
idear, if I do say it We’ll get him
up on that blulf below the house.
That’s your job, Moby. Miss Van
Stratten comes paddling along, care
free and singing blithely as in the
script.” (He had taken a moment
to consult it.) "She sees him. Now;
drammer! ‘Yoo-hoo! Mister Sayles I’
Up she jumps, and over she goes.
What can he do? He’s gotta make a
play to save her, ain’t he?”
"I wouldn’t trust him,” asserted
Marne. “He’d probably be glad to
see me drown.”
“I’ll be there, watching, darr
ling,” A. Leon assured her.
“Besides, how can you drown
when you swim like a fish?” ar
gued Moby.
"Sh-sh-sh-sh!" warned the devis
er of the Idear Stoo-pendous. "He
might be listening. You get it, don’t
you? We’ll have a camera planted
where he can’t see it. And there’s
your rescue scene.”
“Great, Bwana! Splendid!" ac
claimed Moby. “There’s a bunch of
willows on the shore that we can
shoot from.”
“I’ll bet it’ll flivver If it depends
on Templeton Sayles,” was Marne’s
uncomplimentary opinion.
"Leave it to me,” said A. Leon
grandly.
After the discharge from house
hold duties on a pension so large
that he viewed each successive
check with dark suspicion, Glunk
established himself as Marne’s vol
unteer bodyguard.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Originals of North American Dog Breeds
Wandered to All Corners of the World
It is interesting to learn the first
home of the dogs was situated upon
this continent. However, the orig
inal dogs of North America wan
dered to all corners of the world.
This fact is proven by the records
that inform us of the exact num
ber of breeds which reached their
present form in the western hemi
sphere.
Strange as it may sound, writes
[ George Butz in the Philadelphia In
quirer, only seven of the 109 breeds
recognized by the American Kennel
club, originated in this country,
Mexico and Canada. United States
can lay claim to the American Fox
hound, Chesapeake Bay, and Boston
terrier.
Canada’s two home-breeds were
the Labrador retriever and the New
foundland, while two unique speci
mens—Chihuahuas and Mexican
hairless dogs—had their nativity in
Mexico.
Most dog show spectators are
familiar with Foxhounds, Chesa
peake Bays, Boston terriers, Lab
rador retrievers, ..nd Newfound
lands, but their curiosity is aroused
at the sight of Mexico’s contribution
to the fancy, namely—Mexican
Hairless dogs and Chihuahuas.
The Hairless dog is a terrier sized
specimen without the semblance of
coat. A close-up view of this strange
dog shows it to have a liver spotted
skin covering its body. Despite the
fact, bald Hairless almost borders
upon being a freak canine, the most
interesting of the two is the tiny
Chihuahua.
Chihuahuas are amazing because
they are so small. Just imagine a
dog so diminutive that it can fit in
your coat pocket or at home in
Milady’s slipper.
It is hard to believe, a dog weigh
ing a pound can endure the rigors
of a much larger canine cousin.
The Chihuahua does not tire as on®
might imagine.
A National Archives Building
The erection of a National Ar
chives building was first proposed
by President Hayes in 1877. On De
cember 10, in a special message to
congress, he called attention to re
cent fires in government buildings
which had destroyed or imperiled
important public records, and rec
ommended as a means "for secur
ing these valuable archives” th®
"erection of a fireproof hall of rec
ords.”
WHAT to EAT and WHY
C. Houston Goudiss Offe
Concerning Foods and t
Help Make Your Famil
By C. HOUSI
IT HAS been customary for i
ning of a new year with th
making, and with the hope e:
they will enjoy greater health
the forthcoming twelve month
Though greetings are usu
gayety, the occasion frequen
have an undercurrent of so-<
lemnity. For it is quite fitting
that we should view the close
of one year and the beginning
of another as both an Ending
and a Beginning, even though we
recognize that life goes along in an
unbroken stream.
The magic hour or
midnight may well
mark the end of
certain of our mis
takes, and the be
ginning of greater
wisdom in acting,
thinking, and liv
ing.
It seems to me
that the week in
wmui wt* Lficuituc
New Year’s is a
particularly appropriate time for
mothers to resolve to take stock
of the program of daily living that
they have outlined for their fami
lies; and if necessary, to alter it
so that every member may gain a
more generous share of well-being
and contentment.
Questions for a Homemaker
I believe that every homemaker
owes it to her family to pause for
a few moments at this season to
look backwards along the road
that she and her family have trav
eled in recent months.
Have you taken advantage of
the knowledge offered by modern
nutritional science? Can you con
scientiously say with conviction
that you have given your husband
and children all the different food
elements that are necessary for
buoyant, radiant health?
If you have grown as you should
In the past year . . . and no
homemaker who is doing a really
first class job ever remains static;
she moves with the times . . .
then it is inevitable that there has
been a gradual change in the char
acter of the food that you have
put on your table three times a
day. But can you feel confident
those meals have been right in
every respect? Have they included
the necessary protein, fats, carbo
hydrates? Have they included at
least 12 minerals; the six known
vitamins; and sufficient bulk or
cellulose to help maintain regular
health habits?
Time to Take Inventory
Do not be too discouraged if you
cannot answer yes to all of these
questions, because the chances
are that many other homemakers
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r* New Year's Resolutions
Nutrition. Suggests How to
y Healthier and Happier
ON GOUDISS
» long time to mark the begin
“ ringing of bells, with merry
tpressed to one’s friends that
i, happiness and prosperity in
s.
ally exchanged in a spirit of
tly does, as indeed it should,
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may also find it necessary to give
a partially negative answer. Moth
ers especially are busy people,
and many of them feel that it is
difficult to keep pace, as they
would like to do, with the fast
moving science of nutrition.
Now, during this season which
brings us the beginning of a new
year, now is a time—after taking
inventory of what you have or
have not done—to look forward, to
survey the road that lies ahead.
Before every wife and mother
hangs the curtain of the future
that will be slowly drawn aside,
revealing the destiny of herself,
her husband and her children, as
the future becomes the present,
as tomorrow becomes today.
And as your loved ones travel
the road of life, it is you who have
it in your power to help them at
tain strong vigorous bodies; alert,
efficiently working minds.
Now is the time for you to de
termine to make the power of food
their power, so that they shall not
flag in their travels along the high
way, but draw new strength for
each day’s journey every time
they sit down at your table, sit
down, as I have said before, to
Life!
The Tremendoui Power of Food
What they are going to be to
morrow is indeed influenced by
what they eat today, for there
never was a truer statement than
that man is what he eats. And
that does not mean that physical
prowess and mental superiority
may result only when the table
is set with luxuries! On the con
trary, malnutrition, which means
not necessarily under-nutrition but
improper nutrition, is found in the
homes of the wealthy as well aa
in the homes of the underprivi
leged. The power of foed is de
termined, not so much by what
you spend, as by what yoa choose.
One need not spend a great deal
for food to provide the milk and
other dairy products, fruits and
vegetables that should be con
sumed in abundance. There is al
ways evaporated milk for those
who do not care to buy bottled
milk, or who prefer to use it as a
supplement to bottled milk. And
since large numbers of fruits and
vegetables are now in season prac
tically throughout the year, it is
almost always possible to choose
varieties of these mineral- and
vitamin-bearing foods that are in
expensively priced.
Be It Resolved:
I should, therefore, li! to urge
every homemaker to make at
least one New Year’s resolution:
to resolve that she will build her
family diet in 1939 first of all
around the protective foods, milk,
eggs, fruits and vegetables.
It will be my privilege each
week to help interpret for you the
amazing discoveries of nutritional
science; and to show how you can
utilize the newer knowledge of nu
trition to help increase the mental
and physical efficiency of your
family.
Together then, let us resolve to
travel along the highroad of well
being in 1939.
©—WNU—C. Houston Goudiss—1939—«3.
They're New and Different!
IpACH of these new designs is a
treasure trove of clever ideas.
You’ll enjoy making them, during
long winter evenings to come, not
only because they’re so attractive
when finished but because they’re
no trouble at all to do. Each pat
tern includes a detailed sew chart
for the guidance of beginners, so
you don’t need experience. Just
follow the easy, explicit directions,
and see how quickly you’ll have
them finished.
Five-in-One-Dress Fashion.
Just look at the different person
alities this smart dress has—and
every one of them is charming!
You can make it as shown in
the large sketch, with high neck
line and sash. Also, as shown in
the little sketches, either with a
round collar or with turnback rev
ers, with shawl collar and wrap
around sash—or with high neck
line, and beltless. The basic line
is lovely. It has shrugged-shoul
der sleeves, a softly gathered bod
—
Lacy Daintiness in Jiffy Knit
Pattern 6188.
Something different—something
dainty as a cobweb—to make for
baby—this jiffy-knit jacket and
coverlet. Done on large needles
the jacket is in one piece—all
straight edges — with just side
seams. Both it and the coverlet
are lined with soft georgette! Pat
tern 6188 contains instructions for
making the jacket and cover; il
lustrations of them and of stitches;
materials needed; photograph of
pattern stitch.
To obtain this pattern send 15
cents in coins to The Sewing Cir
cle, Household Arts Dept., 259 W.
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Please write your name, ad
dress and pattern number plainly.
ice, a doll-waistline cut high in
the front, and a slim-hipped skirt.
Silk crepe, velvet, thin wool or
print are pretty materials for this,
Four-in-One Closet Set.
A laundry bag, combing cape,
hanger cover and a pair of pretty
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looks as its usefulness. Make
them of chintz, cretonne, sateen
or calico, in the gayest colors and
prettiest patterns you can find.
The Patterns.
No. 1597 is designed for sizes 12,
14, 16, 18, 20 and 40. With short
sleeves, dress without collar or
belt requires 37/b yards of 39-inch
material. With long sleeves, 4Vi
yards. Specific requirements for
collars, revers and belts appear on
your” pattern.
No. 1644 comes in one size—me
dium. Cape requires lVi yards of
36-inch material; 4V* yards of
binding; lVi yards ribbon for
bows. Hanger requires Vi yard of
36-inch material, with 2Vi yards
binding. Bag requires 1 yard, with
4 Vi yards binding. Slippers re
quire Vi yard, and % yard more
to line. Purchase the soles and
pompoms.
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.
/Jre Women Better Shoppers Than Men?
[ * GRANTING a woman’s reputation for wise buying, let’s trace the methods by
A L which she has earned it. Where does she find out about the advantages and
details of electric refrigeration? What tells her how to keep the whole household
clean — rugs, floors, bathroom tiling—and have energy left over for golf and parties? How does she
learn about new and delicious entrees and desserts that surprise and delight her family? And where does
she discover those subtleties of dress and make-up that a man appreciates but never understands?
Why, she reads the advertisements. She is a consistent, thoughtful reader of advertisements, be
cause she has found that she can believe them — and profit thereby. Overlooking the advertisements
would be depriving herself of data continuously useful in her job of Purchasing Agent to the Family.
For that matter, watch a wise man buy a car or a suit or an insurance policy. Not a bad
shopper himselfl He reads the advertisements, tool !