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ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF!
*Adventure in a, Pickle Factory”
H ELLO* EVERYBODY: ' ‘
1 Weil Sirbore’s a yarn that’s going to sound a sour j
note in our a&venfufe saga. When I read it I ttfoaght of that
old song,.'“Down 1% the WinegaT Woiks,” ahd I’d be Willing j
to bet that place was tight next door to the$xie Where John ,
Maips, of Long Island, had his life’s'bfg adventure. You see, J
the concern Johnworks for is one of those^outjits that catch
juvenile cucurribers before they get a chanpe to,grow up, soak
them in vinegar and send them out into.the wprbJ tp decorate;
ham and cheese sandwiches. John hpa a job in a pickle
factory.
The factory is in East Northport—John’s home town—
and I’m willing to admit they’ve turned out some pretty good
pickles there. But if they keep on making pickles until pickles
stop having warts, they’ll never turn out a tougher one than
the pickle John got in, just from trying to keep the machin
ery going and the pickles moving out in a steady, uninter
rupted acidulous stream. '
John is a machinist at that East Northport pickle foundry,
and it was on January 18, 1935, that he ran into Old Lady Ad
venture. The machinery in the factory is run by a big 50-foot
shaft suspended just below the ceiling. Belts running from thjs shaft
furnish the power to the various machines, and on this day one of the
belts had broken.
John was ordered to replace that broken belt, and he went
to work at it. The machinery, of course,' was stopped while he
was doing the job. When be had finished he turned the power on
again to see how U worked. Well, H wasn’t working so well, at!
that. The pew belt was flipping. Now one way to stop a belt
from slipping is to wax it. So John got a can of wax.and started!
up the ladder toward ibe shaft. But this time he neglected to1 „
shut off the power. * ....
Ladder Slides Out From Under Him WbeoJle Reaches Top.
The machinery was still running, bpt iJuhn Uuopghf .ty; ^oujd keep;
out of ” the way of those spinping wheels ^.fjn^ pulfe/s. ^Besides, 'wilting,
a belt i>f a lot easier wtoeti the fngfof- Is tijrnih^ it fdr you. ^ John re^dipj^,
He was dazed—bewildered—gasping—when suddenly
his clothes started to rip.
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the top of the ladder and went to work. But he hqd hardly started
when he lost his balance. And the, ladder went sliding out from under
him! '* .. i
Instinctively, John threw his body to one side—and he landed
right up against the whirling shaft. The ladder went tumbling
to the floor, but John didn't follow. In the few seconds while he
was jammed up against that shaft it hud caught his clothing—
began twisting It around and ground! , > , .
In two turns the shaft had tak^en up all the slack in those dudsof
John's. Then it bpgan putting on the pressure. John felt his body being
squeezed until he thought his ribs would break. His chest was flattened
until he couldn't breathe. He was hammered and pdtfnded against
the Ceiling until he was bruised and covered with blood. And still that
shaft twisted, and still it tightened the clothing around his bedy. There
was no one in the room at the time, and John, couldn’t .get enough
breath in his lungs to call for help. For a minute he thpught he was
going to die there, alone, 15 feet from the floor and dangling in mid air* •
He was dazed-bewildered—'gasping—when suddenly his clothes started
to rip.
Again the shaft begf»n turning, taking up the slack. It tore every
stitch of clothing from his back and arm, and didn’t stop until it reached,
his wrist. There the machinery began twisting the fend of his sleeve—
twisting it so tightly that John thought sure it was gding to take his
hand off. ‘ . , i
His chest was free now of that terrible tension. He could
breathe—he could even have called for help. But by that time
John was too far gone to cry out. He hung dangling from the.
shaft, the blood streaming down his body—conscious enough tq ,
know what was happening to him, but not eonselous enough to
do anything about it. 1 ' ‘ - v !
It was a thought that finally saved the day. All of a sudden
John thought of ids wife and child. What would they say when
they learned what had happened to him. How would, they get-*
along whoi) Johi| couldn’t bring home the weekly pay envelope
any more? ’’That thought roused me,” John says. rtAhd then I. t
must base let out a seream. 1 don’t remember crying out, but
my brother, who also worked at the factory, and who was ’In the,
next room, beard a yell and came running in to see what
was the matter.” > • »
After Last Scream, John Loses Consciousness.
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John’s brother didn’t come a minute too soon, either. For after, tha. |
last thought and that last scream he had lost consciousness. His brother j
ran and shut off the power and then ran back and picked up the fallen
ladder. He climbed to the top, cut John loose - with a pocket knife,
and carried him down that ladder 0,1 fais back. f \
John’s brother roanded up a couple of other fellows in the faotory
and they took John to a doctor. John \yas there c^uite a while before
he came to again. When the doctor heard what had happened'he just
•imply couldn’t see how John had managed to live through his experience ,
And that’s a thing John doesn't quite understand either. ”1
thought that I’d at least lose my arm,” he says, “but tho doctor I
fixed it up and now It’s in good shape again. When it was! all over
1 thought I was the luckiest man ou earth. And I STILL think so.*'
They’re still.making pickles out in that factory at East Northport.
But it will be majiy a long day before they produce another one like
that 6ne John1 got ftito.' At least, I hope it will.
(Released,by Western Newspaper Union.)
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British Guiana Mines Yield Gold and Diamonds
British Guiana has a total area
larger than England, Scotland and
Wal«s together. Yet the population
Is little more than 300,000, or about
two people to a square mile, except
In the cities. Georgetown, the capi
tal, accounts'for one-flfth 6f the en«
tire colony’s inhabitants.
Sugar, raised in a narrow coast
al strip diked against the sea by
Seventeenth century Dutch settlers,
is the chi|t? product of British Gui
ana. But the inland reach, penetrat
ing 500 miles into the South Amer
ican continent, has mineral and for
est wealth practically untapped be
cause of the difficulty of transpor
tation.
More than 2,000.000 ounces of gold
and 2.000,000 carats of diamonds
have been brought out of British
Guiana’s jungle hinterland. Ej|>
ports of bauxite ore for aluminum
now rival the value of sugar ex ■
ports. But almost nothing has been I
done with reported deposits of man
ganese ore, oil and ihiea, because
the rivers—the only lines of com
munication into the mountain; of
the interior—are interrupted by a
sudden wall-like edge of the interior
plateau, over which plunge some J
the highest and most spectacular
waterfalls in the world, which man
has as yet had occasion to see.
There are only 79 miles of rail
roads in a region larger than Kan
sas. The whole colony’s complex
river system offers a mere 450 miles
of navigable waterway.
Farm
Topics |
BIRDS BENEFICIAL
TO FARM CROPS
Value of Food Habits Are
Often Misjudged.
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Some of pie birds that save mil
lions in „crhps each year are still
misjudged by the farmer. The beau
tiful Ijlapitpore orjole has been ac
cused<ft damaging grapes and gar
den peas. But studies show that
the, oriole’s food habits are largely
'beneficial. Caterpillars are its fa
vorito fare, but it also eats quan
tities of plant and bark lice, ants,
wasps, grasshoppers, spiders and
weevils/
Farmers who tear swallows’ nest3
fpom barn eaves are turning out
their pest friends. Swallows con
sume vast numbers of harmful fly
ing insects and young birds in the
nest often eat more insects than
their’ parents.
Woodpeckers are often suspected
of damaging trees by their drillings
Each hole drilled means that the |
bird has located the larva of a de
structive wood-boring insect. Wood
peckers are among the most valu
able forest conservationists and with
theif heavy bills they get insects
that other birds can not get.
Fruit raisers often look on robins
as enemies because of the robin's
appetite for cherries, yet robins con
sume insects harmful to fruit crops
throughout the year, and only during
June apd JPly do they eat cultivated
truft to any extent. One good way
lb kfebp robins out of the orchards
is to plant mulberry trees near-by
Mulberries ripen at the same time
as cbyrries and the birds prefer
Jthein 19 qUier fruits.
Bull’s Pedigree, Looks,
v Poor Guides for Buyer
'Dhirymefi who pick a bull only
by his pedigree and appearance
pick a good bull only one time out
of three, but those who use proved
sjre records as a basis for selecting
herd strps choose a good bull three
tjmes out of four, says Dr. J. F
Kcndfick of the United States bu
reau* of dairy industry. These con
clusions are based upon numerous
records of breeding activities in
dairy herd-improvement associa
tions.
An example of n dairyman who
depended only on pedigree and
looks is cited by Dr. Kendrick. In
1925 the cows in his herd were aver
aging 320 pounds of butterfat a
year.' A new bull was purchased.
Four1- years later the average herd
production had been boosted to 354
ppunps pf fat for each cow. An
other sire was added to the herd,
chosen by the same method as the
first. At the end of another four
years the average herd production
had dropped to 316 pounds. A third
bull has not boosted the production
average. Without proved sire rec
opds as a guide this dairyman
picked only one good bull out of
three.
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Hog Mixture
A well-balanced grain ration and
gootj legume pasture will bring the
pigs through in fine condition after
weaning. A grain mixture of 80
pounds corn, 80 pounds oats, 12
pounds tankage, 10 pounds soybean
oil meal, 8 pounds cottonseed meal,
6 pounds alfalfa meal, and 4 pounds
of minerals is recommended. The
amount of oats in the mixture is
gradually reduced as the pigs get
older and replaced with corn until
"All bats have been removed. The
a;lfa^fa meal can be left out if the
pigs *have good legume pasture.
,/ Getting the pigs started right and
keeping them growing is the for
mula for success ih hog raising.
Farm Purchases
Last year the federal land banks
and the land bank commissioner
made mdre than 6,000 loans to
finance the purchase of farms.
Loans averaged $3,000 to $4,060 each.
They are limited to $7,500 and can
betas-high as three-fourths of the
value of the property. Borrowers
arq, required to have experience,
equipment and sufficient savings to
finance at least one-fourth of the
purchase.
Isolate New Animals
New farm animals should not be
allowed to mingle with the home
stock, but should be isolated for sev
eral weeks, authorities of the Amer
ican Foundation for Animal Health
declare. This will allow time for
dormnht'diseases to manifest them
selves and will prevent the spread of
such diseases to other stock on the
farm.
• Manure Important
Barnyard manure should be well
cared for. Use plenty of straw to
soak up the liquid part and protect
the pile from the weather and heavy
drainage. Of the 10 pounds of ni
trogen contained in a ton of average
farm manure, about one-half is in
the liquid, and is in such chemical
combinatioh that it is as easily lost
by exposure to the air, with freezing
or drying, as free ammonia would
be. Neglecting care of manure is a
common farm error.
DUDE RANCH
By VIC YARDMAN
(Released by Associated Newspapers
WNU Service.)
WHEN word was received
that The Wolf had escaped
from the state penitentiary
and was headed toward the
Cactus Thorn, Gall Winslow was
quite overcome with delight. “Just
think,” she exclaimed to Jeff, her
brother, "we may see him! A real
live desperado! Why. it will be the
first really exciting thing that’s hap
pened since we came West to op
erate our dude ranch. Jeff, I’m
thrilled to death!”
“It won’t be so thrilling,” Jeff
told her. "if The Wolf does choose
this locality as a hideout. He’ll have
to eat, and our ranch is the only
habitation within miles. He’s a bad
one, that bird. Besides,” he added,
“let’s get to work. We’ve guests
arriving on the 11 o’clock train!”
“Perfect!” said Gail.
“What do you mean, ‘perfect’?”
Jeff asked.
“Why, Jeff, don’t you see? That’s
why, up to now, we haven’t made a
go of this place. I mean, because
we haven’t been able to offer the
dudes who come here anything in
the way of real western atmosphere
or excitement. And that's what they
think they’re paying for. And, Jeff,
now we can give it to them. Some
thing real! Something alive!”
Jeff looked disgusted.
“I think,” he said, “you must be
cracked. That Wolf guy is a killer.
If he turns up at the Cactus Thorn—
and it’s more than likely he will be
cause the sheriff’s got the rest of
the county pretty well covered—he’ll
mean business. And unless we pro
duce what he asks for—well, he’s a
killer.”
Jeff picked up his hat and went
out.
Left alone, Gail went about the
business of setting the house to
rights in an abstracted manner.
She didn’t believe that Jeff knew
what he was talking about when he
declared that The Wolf might show
up at the Cactus Thorn. No man
with a posse on his trail would be
fool enough to try robbing a ranch—
not, at least, until the excitement of
his escape had subsided somewhat.
Thinking thus in terms of logic,
Gail grew depressed.
If The Wolf remained in hiding
there’d be no excitement for the
guests who were arriving, and if
there were no excitement — she
sighed and went to the window to
scrutinize the horseman whose ap
proach could be heard behind the
bunkhouse.
A moment later the rider came
into view and Gail felt her pulse
quicken.
It was Bill Sherwood, sherifT of
Cactus county.
Bill came in, slapping the dust
from his jeans and grinning.
“ 'Lo, Gail. Been cruising around
in the hopes of picking up The Wolf’s
trail. Thdught I’d drop by for a
glass of milk and a cookie. Mind?”
“Not at all. Bill.” Gail fetched a
pitcher of milk and a plate of cook
ies, and while Bill was eating she
sat down opposite him. “Bill,” she
said, “I’ve just had an idea. It
came to me when I saw you riding
up. It’s about The Wolf!”
Bill looked up in surprise, but went
on eating.
And Gail said: “Bill, we have a
bunch of dudes coming on the 11
o’clock. And, like all easterners,
they want atmosphere and excite
ment. So far we’ve lost a lot of
business because we can’t provide
that atmosphere. And, Bill, if this
bunch runs out on us we’re licked.
We’ll have to quit.”
“Well?” said Bill, biting into an
other cookie.
“Well,” Gail went on, “if you’ll
help, Bill, we can provide that at
mosphere in good style. Listen, Bill,
you and I know that The Wolf won’t
come snooping around this ranch
while his trail’s so hot. But he’s
reported out this way, and if you
make this your headquarters your
chances of catching him and collect
ing the reward are as good as any.
I’ll tell our guests that there’s dan
ger and you’re staying here to pro
tect them. That’ll be a thrill, and
possibly we could stage a chase or
something—”
It took a lot of argument, but
eventually Gail won.
She always won where Bill was
concerned, because she was young
and pretty and Bill was young, too
—and often dropped in at the Cac
tus Thorn for other reasons than to
eat cookies.
When Jeff arrived with the guests,
four women and three men, the
stage was all set.
Gail, an anxious look on her face
and with a warning glance at Jeff,
greeted them with:
“Oh, I’m so relieved it’s you and
the guests, Jeff. When Bill and I
heard the horses, I was sure it
must be The Wolf.”
“What’s Bill doing here?” Jeff
wanted to know.
And then, with many meaning
glances toward her brother, Gail
told a harrowing tale of The Wolf’s
escape and the probability of his
being in hiding in the vicinity of the
Cactus Thorn, and his likelihood of
visiting the ranch. When she had
finished, one of the women dudes,
a Mrs. Barclay, let out a shriek and
declared that she didn’t intend to
stay in a house where she might be
murdered in bed. She was leaving
that minute! And she was so em
phatic about It that two of the other
women, young girls, and one of the
men, thought that perhaps they’d
leave, too.
For a minute it began to look as
though Gail had overdone the thing.
Then one of the other men, a
youth who said his name was Sam
Smith, stepped forward and said
that was silly. There wasn’t any
danger with Sheriff Bill on the job.
Whereupon Sheriff Bill came to
the front and declared that it would
be dangerous leaving the ranch
without an escort; in fact, Deputy
Marshal Curtiss had ordered him
not to permit strangers to ride out
alone, if it could be helped.
Thus finding themselves between
two fires, Mrs. Barclay and the oth
ers decided to stay, and the day
was saved.
Jeff put up a big complaint when
later he got Gail alone, but Gail
was too excited with the success of
her plan (and with the good looks of
the young man named Sam Smith)
even to listen. In fact, it was her in
terest in Mr. Smith that raised hav
oc with the whole scheme. Sheriff
Bill Sherwood contracted a touch
of jealousy.
Three days after the dudes’ ar
rival—just when they were begin
ning to enjoy the thrill of it all—
he kicked over the traces.
“I’m leaving,” he growled. “It’s
a waste of time, me staying here.
The Wolf’s probably a million miles
away. I'm through.”
“But, Bill,” Gail pleaded. “You
can’t leave! If you do, our guests
will leave, too, and — and then
where’ll we be?”
“Smith won’t leave,” said Bill ug
lily.
“So that s it? You re jealous! Oh,
Bill Sherwood, I think you're—
you’re terrible! I hate you!”
And that might have brought dis
aster to the whole plan, except for
the timely arrival of Deputy Mar
shall Curtiss. Curtiss, brandishing
a pair of six guns, burst in on them
that night about supper time, with
a posse of 30 men.
“All right,” he said, jabbing one
of the guns under Mr. Smith’s nose.
“Come along. Wolf! You’ve been
posing as a dude long enough!”
And, of course, those few words
changed disaster into success.
Smith was taken away.
There was no longer any danger,
because The Wolf had been captured
and therefore the guests decided to
stay on anyhow, and they were
greatly thrilled at having been liv
ing under the same roof with a real
desperado, hence happy and con
tented and satisfied with the atmos
phere and excitement which the
Cactus Thorn had afforded.
And Sheriff Bill, no longer with a
rival in the field, did a neat job of
apologizing to Gail and convincing
her that she should marry him—
which, incidentally, she had planned
to do anyhow, but didn’t think it ad
visable to apprise Bill of that fact.
Jeff was the only one left out in
the cold. But, then, Jeff had taken
a keen fancy to one of the younger
female guests—so there you are!
Old Gas Wells Used
For Storage Tanks
A new use for old gas wells has
been found. A steel company is
using the practically exhausted Mc
Keespdrt, Pa., natural gas field as
a storage tank for the by-product
gas produced at its coke works. The
company had a problem on its hands
to find adequate storage space for
between fifty and sixty million cubic
feet of gas which was produced dur
ing week-ends in excess of demands.
A tank to hold 15,000.000 cubic feet
would have cost $1,000,000, would
furnish only a quarter of the capa
city needed. A company official hit
upon the idea of using the under
ground space from which natural
gas had been drawn for many years
and which was now so far deplet
ed that a vacuum pump was needed
to get additional supplies. The
rights to the field could be purchased
for less than the cost of a single
tank.
All wells which had been drawing
gas from the field were securely
closed and the gas from the coke
ovens was pumped in under high
pressure and drawn off as needed.
In a short time the underground
reservoir became filled and showed
a pressure of nine pounds. Every
additional 10,000,000 cubic feet
raised the pressure one pound.
Pressures up to 65 pounds have been
produced when about 600,000,000 cu- !
bic feet were stored.
An interesting observation made
by the engineers is that they can
draw out of the underground reser- |
voir 10 per cent more gas than they
put in. This comes from the gas
that is slowly released from the |
buried sands. The space in which
the gas is stored is not an open i
cavern, but a bed of porous sand
about two miles long and one mile
wide. The original natural gas was
stored in the spaces between the
grains of sand and it is this same
pore space that is now being used
for storage purposes.
Indians Smooth Checked
The beard of the American Indian,
like that of the oriental, is naturally
very sparse. Most male Indians
would have a slight mustache and
some beard on the chin if they per
mitted them to grow. Francis Park
man says when he was among the
Sioux he “made careful use of the
razor, an operation which no man
will neglect who desires to gain the
good opinion of Indians.” When Fa
ther Gamier, the French missionary
among the Hurons, showed the In
dians a picture of the Savior the
sight of the beard threw them into
convulsions of laughter.
Alex Finds It Smooth Going!
Barrel jumpers usually play safe with papier mache dummies.
But Alex Hurd, Olympic record holder and jumping star of the Sun
Valley Ice Show at the New York World’s Fair, shows his self confi
dence by leaping over steel drums full of Quaker State motor oil.—Adv.
HOWto SEW rutss2ryseth
/V N IMPORTANT speaker was
scheduled, and the club rooms
were looking rather shabby. The
decorating committee reported
that formal draperies would lend
an air of distinction. The funds
wouldn’t stretch and the-commit
tee wouldn’t give up. Finally, ev
ery cent was put into material.
Sewing machines hummed and
here is a sketch of the miracle
that was wrought. Here also are
the dimensions that were used for
making patterns for the graceful
valance sections which were fas
tened over rods with snaps.
For the looped section, cut pa
per 18 inches deep and half as
wide as the window measured
over the frame. From the upper
right corner to point A is half of
the window width less two inches.
Point B is 6 inches below the up
per left corner. Draw a diagonal
line from A to B, and a curve
from B to the lower right cor
Cutwork That Turns
Linens to Treasures
Pattern 0331
Here’s your chance to own beau
tiful linens without any trouble at
all! Outwork’s easy to do, you
know—it’s just buttonhole stitch
(there’s just a touch of other
stitchery). Such a variety of floral
motifs too. Get busy on a tea
cloth, scarf or towel. These de
signs are stunning on natural linen
or soft pastel shades with stitch
ery in white or the matching color.
Pattern 6331 contains a transfer
pattern of 16 motifs ranging from
3 Vi by 3 Vi inches to 4V£ by 15
inches; materials needed; color
schemes.
To obtain this pattern, send 15
cents in coins to The Sewing Cir
cle, Household Arts Dept., 259 W.
14th St., New York, N. Y.
Please write your name, ad
dress and pattern number plainly.
ner. Place the edge marked C on
a fold of the goods. The diagonal
ends are pleated and stitched into
a band as at D.
For the end pieces, cut paper 15
inches wide and 24 inches deep. E
is 3 inches below the upper left
corner. F is 9 inches in from the
upper right corner. G is 6 inches
down from the upper right corner.
Finish the top as at H.
The offer of the two 25-cent sew
ing books containing 96 HOW TO
SEW articles that have not ap
peared in the paper will be with
drawn soon. At present you can
get both books for the price of
one; but don’t delay; send 25 cents
with name and address to Mrs.
Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St., Chi
cago, 111., and both books will be
sent by return mail, postpaid.
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1 UOTES
; Sernind Fonjrrt
SENSE OF HUMOR
5<A I 'HERE is no danger of a dictator
ship in this country so long aa
Americans retain their sense of humor.
“Humor is a symbol of liberty and
freedom in a country where we can see
the ridiculous side of politics. When
there is a repression of laughter and
witticism about political personages
such as now exists in Europe, the loss
of other liberties is on the way.”—
Dr. George E. Vincent, former presi
dent, Rockefeller Foundation.
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