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Ttoyd (fifi&o*vSm ADVENTURERS' CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI “The Tale of the Galloping Tooth” Hello everybody: You may have been in France during the unpleas antness that went on there in 1914-1918. You may have seen towns shelled to a crumbling ruin. You may have seen regi ments decimated by poison gas. You may have seen men torn to pieces by bursting grenades and families pauperized and turned out of their homes by the onward plunge of the great German war machine. You may think you know all the horrors of war, but Don Aspinwall of Rochelle Park, N. J., will tell you you haven’t seen anything. Don was somewhere in the Villers Cotteret area on spe cial duty with the Second division. A deafening barrage had been rolling back and forth across the lines for more than two hours. The Germans were tossing every form of pyro technic display in their bag of tricks. Huge 9.2’s roared overhead like great express trains. Machine-gun bullets zipped by. An occasional ash can from a miniewerfer bat tery would tumble lazily through the early morning haze to spread itself with a devastating roar in front of the barbed wire. It was a swell time to be someplace else. But horror? Horror, nothing! The real horror was going on right inside Don Aspinwalls face. Don Had a Toothache. It was undoubtedly the outstanding disaster of the whole war. It had been going on for 24 hours and Don was con vinced that if it went on two hours longer nothing could keep the Germans from taking Paris. And Don was miles away from any pos sible agency of relief. The only thing that could have stopped that ache would be a well-placed bullet, and Don was all in favor of that. “I tell you,” he says, "the actual Gospel truth. I poked my head over "He had no anesthetic, but glancing behind me I knew the worst. A stolid-faced six-foot Yorkshire orderly had sneaked in.” the top of the trench several times and gave Jerry the Bronx Salute in the sincere hope that some German officer might take offense and order me erased with a machine-gun, field battery or some other sim ilarly effective weapon." Attempts at Suicide Came Back Labeled “No, Dice.” But no German officer would have been sucker enough to halt such an effective blow to the Allied cause. All Don's attempts at suicide came back to him labeled, "No Dice." He had to wait until he was relieved from duty and then, in a semi-delirium he lit out for the nearest British medical unit two miles away. Eventually he got there and was ushered into the presence of a brass hat who turned him over to a young medical lieutenant. "It took him live minutes to diagnose the case of. acute toothache," says Don, and then he seated me in an improvised dental chair and looked worried. It seems there wasn’t any local anesthetic in that part of the country and—well—what to do? Don told him what to do. He told him to get that tooth out of there and to hell with the anesthetic. That didn’t seem quite cricket to the young Englishman. He demurred for a moment. Then he seemed to have an idea and said, ‘‘All right, Yank. But I say, it will bally-well hurt you more than it does me.” "With those words of comfort,” says Don, ’’he stepped out for a minute. When he came back I watched him open a shabby black bag and produce a none-too-clean pair of ordinary gas pliers. He had no anesthetic, but glancing behind me I knew the worst. A stolid-faced six-foot Yorkshire orderly had sneaked in. He stood at my back toying with the barrel of a massive British Webley navy type revolver and gauging the distance to certain sections of my skull with a practiced eye. I didn’t have long to think about that though." Don didn’t have any time to think about it at all. The minute he turned his head he felt something hit it that felt like a nudge from a howitier. There was a blinding flash and a million stars, pin-wheels, constellations and blue lights danced before his eyes. “1 began to fall into a deep, black void," he says. "At last, I thought, the Germans had planted a nice, juicy shell under the dental chair, and I was ail ready to put forth my hand and receive my harp and halo. Then I began to be aware of a discon certing fact. I could still feel a dull throb where my toothache had been, and now there was another dull throb in the back of my head." Gradually both old and new throbs increased in intensity. The black before Don’s eyes faded to a gray haze, and through it he began to see the features of the young British medical attendant. There was a large moving blur behind the attendant. The haze cleared a little more and Don could see it was the Yorkshire orderly. The orderly was calmly wiping the butt of his Webley and Don distinctly remembers noticing that several brown hairs still adhered to that butt. Don’s hair is brown, too. He says that might, or might not, have been a coincidence. And What a Climax. And then the doctor spoke. Don couldn't hear what he was saying very well, but the picture of what happened was beginning to take shape in his brain. That York shire orderly had been the anesthetic. He had socked Don on the coco with the butt of that revolver. And now the medical attendant seemed to be apologetic about it Don stopped him. ."Don’t worry, doc," he said. "It’s all right with me. It was a swell job, even if your anesthetic was a bit rough." The attendant shook his head and began to repeat his words. "Then,” says Don, "my confused brain began to function as I heard that Eng lishman say, ’Oh, I'm sorry, Yank, but I haven’t done anything yet, you know. You see my orderly worked too fast and I had to wait until you come out of it SO YOU COULD TELL ME WHICH TOOTH IT WAS!’ ” (Released by Western Newspaper Union.1 Scientists Find 2 Distinct Kinds of I jOCUStS There are two races of the peri odical cicada—the seventeen-year race and another that appears ev ery 13 years. Scientists have found no differences in the two except that one remains underground in the larva sand pupa stages four years longer than the other. Every year is locust year in some part of the country There are 17 different broods of the 17 year race and thirteen broods of the 13-year race, writes a correspondent in the Chicago Tr'bune. The broods have been catalogued by Roman num bers. Broods Nos. 1 to 17 compose the 17-year race. The 13-year race is numbered from 18 to 30. Broods are thus easily distinguished. There is overlapping of the terri tories occupied by the two races and also by the different broods. In some sections, however, the locusts only appear at 13 or 17-year inter vals, indicating the presence of only one brood. The periodical cicadas are not found in the western part of the United States. They live mainly in the wooded regions from the Atlan tic coast westward to central Kan sas. Lace by Day and Lace by Night Continues Its Magic Dominion By CHERIE NICHOLAS FASHION is growing in creasingly lace-inspired. As the style picture for the winter social season un folds the importance of lace is emphasized through out every phase of the mode. Hktaiw Time was when lace was considered a special-occa sion item but as regarded today, lace becomes a positive fashion "must” in every well-planned ward robe. It's as good style to wear lace in the daily routine of affairs as it is to array in lace for those dramatic highspot moments when every wom an seeks to look her loveliest and most alluring. To be sure in the interest of good taste discrimination must be exer cised in choosing the right lace for the right place. With suits as popular as they are this winter the call for a collection of blouses becomes imperative. Of course there should be at least one lace blouse included in the list and several of varied-type lace will prove none too many. The lace blouse pictured to the right in the foreground of the illustration here with is styled to a nicety, with a softly draped front, wide full sleeves and a peplum which has a slight bustle treatment in back. Wear it with a velvet skirt and a cunning velvet toque for any afternoon oc casion which calls for a dressup costume. The new metallic embroidered laces make up beautifully into fitted jacketblouse types such as you see centered in the group, and if you are going to dinner dances this win ter or banqueting with socialites, a formal Jacket and skirt dress becomes a necessary luxury these times. Perhaps the charming model here shown will help you in making a selection when it comes to "looking up" a correctly styled evening dress. A truly beautiful lace is this in creamy beige embel Ushed with metal threadwork achieving that air of elegance so characteristic of this season’s fash ions. The classic simplicity of the handsome flared skirt of monotone net sets off the glory of the superbly beautiful metallic embroidered lace basque to perfection. The resplen dent bib necklace and wide brace lets are just such as fashion de crees shall be worn on gala occa sions with one’s handsomest gown. When a very voluminous skirt is of black lace with a deep flounce ot matching lace about the very wide hemline, when the bodice blouse worn with it is of cerise red satin with a mantillalike lace fichu en veloping the shoulders as pictured to the left in the group, you sense, and rightly so, that the costume re flects Spanish influence. You know also that the ensemble interprets the "last word" in high fashion. Also the message of exquisite black lace for evening wear is conveyed to you in unmistakable terms. The separate little shoulder cape or fichu is a decided feature of eve ning dresses this season. The flair for lace is, however, not confined to formal dress. On the daytime program lace is assigned a leading role. One of the cleverest uses of lace is to trim sheer black wool or crepe afternoon frocks with black lace edging in exactly the same manner as val lace edging is used on lingerie dresses and blouses. You will find these lace-trimmed blacks very flattering and youthful in aspect as they are styled with naive simplicity. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.» Evening Glamor There is no limit to the wealth of jewelry fashion urges ladies who are style-ambitious to wear this season, especially when it comes to attending night-time func tions. In the picture hand-fash ioned gold plated beads strung on heavy knotted silk cord, designed by Simunne Gerli, as new as the world of tomorrow, contrast dra matically with the old world ele gance of an evening bag of ancient Egyptian silk brocade which is re embroidered in gold thread. The dynamic young designer medallions the hundred-year-old Egyptian frame with butterfly motifs in Ital ian mosaic. Ihe story of handbags for this season promises to be a thrilling one. Hooped Peplum Designed to fit over the newest wide-hipped evening frocks is the white ermine wrap shown by Bruyere. The coal is about flrtgtr tip length and has a peplum fringed with white silk and held out vtiUi a wide h.iop. Sober Hues Found In Fall Clothes The Independence of 1940 fash Ions is further emphasized in its colors. Sober, discreet hues — browns, blues and greens tinged with gray—are much used, and new near-black shades—such as emer aid and ruby black—have appeared A gay Robin Hood red, often paired with dark forest green is the brightest shade on the winter color card. The fabrics of which the new day time clothes are made give import ant play to smooth supple wools ot the duvetyn type, jerseys and mat crepes. Silk and rayon jerseys, lace, velvet and such stiff fabrics as Pro cades, satins, moire and faille arc ready to go places at night. Gold Braid Favored For Accessories Collar and cuff sets of gold braid are being displayed in the neckwear sections. You can also buy gold braid military looking frogs anc epaulets for shoulder decoration on your new black dress. Effective new neckwear shows in triguing collars styled of gold kid. to wear with your afternoon black sheer wool or velvet afternoon dress. Wide Inset Belts Appear on Frocks Many of the incoming frocks are styled with wide inset belts that ac cent high bustline and small waist line. The trend to jeweled girdles is also noted. Belts of gold or sil ver kid give a dramatic touch t> black velvet gowns that stress ul most simplicity in their styling Jeweled Accessories Four diamond clips in two size are the jeweled accessories snow; by Ardanse for evening frccks. r__ THE GREAT DRAGON AT SEVEN SB By WILLIAM L. GAYLORD (McClure Syndicate—WNU Service.) DORIS fingered her coffee cup, two tiny little tears glistening in the corners of her pretty chestnut eyes. Morning after morning there were crisp slivers of bacon, golden scrambled eggs, hot buttered toast, fragrant amber coffee, all just as Ned loved them. But Ned, abom inable creature, buried his nose in the Morning Telegram, gulped his coffee, and pecked at her absently when he left. "Ned dear, I subscribed to the Jobless Students’ relief fund yester day. Six dollars and seventy-Ave cents, as a matter of fact.” Absorbed now with the sporting page, Ned poked his coffee cup at her without glancing up. "Could use some relief ourselves, I should think," he grumbled. "My gosh, how much did you say? Six seventy-Ave?” Ned was certainly looking at her now. "But Ned, you don't understand. The nice boy who was soliciting needed help so badly—” "Should think you’d grow up some day, Doris!” "I think you’re just terrible!” "Well, my gosh, letting a slick tongued crook wangle you out of six seventy-Ave!” "He wasn’t a crook at all!” "Ever hear of the fund before?” "Well, no, but—” "Got your money, didn’t he?” “Of course, but—” wnai else can you call the bird then? Gee, kid, got to tear off. Late already!” Ned grabbed his hat and coat, pecked at her nose, and was gone. There! You see? Ned didn’t love her any more. Suppose, just suppose, there was something besides business behind Ned’s growing preoccupation? Sup pose it wasn't just middle-age in difference creeping on him at twen ty-four? Suppose it was someone else he cared for? Doris put in a bad half hour on these supposings. Then she heard the mailman on the front porch. Half a dozen bills, an invitation from Janice to spend the week-end in the city, and a plain, thin en velope addressed in a masculine hand she didn’t recognize. Its con tents made her plump down hard on the davenport: Dear Mrs. Wilton: Perhaps you’ll be interested to know that your husband is carrying on a rather serious af fair with a pretty little chorus girl in the city. He has a dinner date with her for Wednesday evening at seven, at the Green Dragon cafe. Regretfully yours. A Friend. It wasn’t true, she told herself over and over. Some smart wisecracking friend was just trying to be clever. Ned wasn’t that kind. And she wouldn’t under any circumstances demean herself and Ned by going to the Green Dragon. Certainly not. Just as she had reached this chivalrous decision the telephone rang. “Hello, dear! Everything K. O.?” Ned’s voice sounded anxious and labored, exactly as though he want ed to seem unconcerned but couldn’t “Of course. Why?" “Listen, dear, I can’t make it to night until late. Got a business en gagement.” A business engagement! Doris strove to keep her own voice un ruffled. “Oh, very well. I suppose I can manage.” “Bye!” That settled it. Precisely at six forty-five Doris entered the Green Dragon. She was wearing her new hand knitted frock and a saucy suede sport hat to match. Ned’s pretty little chorus girl would have to display a lot of class to outshine her. Choosing a chummy, secluded booth, but one where she could watch the entrance, Doris gave a few deft touches to her hair and face. Almost immediately she saw Ned come in, striding handsomely past the head waiter. How many times had he been there before? Doris wondered, with a savage leap of her heart. Ned’s eyes scanned the tables with a quick businesslike sweep, and came to rest finally at her own booth, without, however, a trace of the astonishment she expected. "Am I intruding?” he asked, striding toward her. "Not at all, Mr. Wilton. Sit down, won’t you?" "You bet I’ll sit down!” He fairly shouted. “You might just explain, Doris, what this means.” "Hadn't you better do the explain ing?” “You’re in reverse, old girl! I can read writing, can’t I?” “I don’t know what you mean, Ned." “Take a squint at that then!” Ned told her, planking a thin en velope in masculine handwriting before her astounded eyes. "You might be interested In my correspondence,” Doris suggested, taking her own letter from her bag. Ned stared at the two letters and then grinned. "Somebody’s trying to pull a swift one!” He leaned over and grabbed both her hands as though he intended to kiss her then and there—with no absent-minded peck, either! "Gosh, Doris, this fool thing had me going. You’re wonderful, to night. If I’d found any other guy here—” "And if I’d found you with any other woman—” "Let’s eat,” he proposed. "And then we’ll go places!” They reached home after a per fectly gorgeous evening. Ned went in first, switched on the light. Chaos met them inside. Sideboard doors gaped, drawers were open, the silver gone, Doris’ pearls and her diamond ear rings. On the dining table lay the rem nants of a hurried but ample feast Two empty bottles, recently sup posed to contain some very au thentic old stuff which Ned kept for state occasions, graced the center of the debris. From the neck of one of these the third and final note protruded: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wilton: Hope you enjoyed your dinner engagement as much as we did ours. Sorry to paw things over so, but you didn’t leave a dia gram. Thanks for the lift. Gratefully yours, A Friend. But Doris only snuggled deeper into Ned’s arms. Professor Attempts Definition of Poetry No famed beauty of literature has yet been able to surpass the time honored but exquisite Helen of Troy, even though Homer himself did not leave a description of her. Her reputation was built up by the Greek bard through a device that the ancient Hindus recognized as the essence of poetry and which now is the basis of their most im portant theory of literary esthetics, according to Prof. Franklin Edger ton, professor of Sanskrit and Phil ology at Yale university. According to the leading school of thought in India, all literary art of the first rank contains a “dhvani” or a "tone,” something that is not di rectly said in words, but indirectly suggested, Dr. Edgerton says. It is this "unsaid” meaning which always is found in poetry of the highest rank and which constitutes its prime source of esthetic appeal, he declares. Thus, Homer suggests Helen’s beauty by “dhvani” in the celebrat ed passage in which the Trojan el ders, seeing Helen, say to each other that such beauty was worth all the trouble that it had caused. Dhvani is something utterly dif ferent from the form and the usual prima facie meaning of the words used. Dr. Edgerton asserts. "The words constitute the ‘body’ of poet ry, to which dhvani furnishes the ‘soul,’ the breath of life. Poetry can be scientifically analyzed by knowledge of grammar and the dictionary, plus prosody and the lit erary figures of sound and sense. But dhvani cannot be analyzed, just as, according to Hindu philosophy, the soul of living beings cannot be analyzed. It can only be felt directly by those cultivated and sensitive per sons who understand its true nature by direct appreciation. It is only great poets who possess the power of using language in such a way as to evoke a ‘suggested’ meaning over and above the primary mean ing of the words.” The Hindu theory of indirect sug gestion in poetry seems to have orig inated in Kashmir, not much before the Ninth century, the oldest full exposition being the “Dhvany sloka" (Light on the Dhvani) by An andavardhana. Dr. Edgerton says. His work is composed as a commen tary on a somewhat older, anony mous collection of memonic verses, which were intended to help a be ginner memorize the chief points of the system. Resourceful Swain When it comes to resourcefulness an unidentified marriage-bent young man from Kansas City, Kan., al most made history one night re cently, but the best of plans some times go awry. Awakened at his home. Justice of the Peace Norman Sortor was asked to perform a mar riage ceremony. “Have you a li cense?” the justice asked. The prospective bridegroom said he did, but that the girl’s name would have to be changed. "Did some one make mistake in filling out the li cense?” sleepily inquired the jus tice. “No," the man replied. “I got the license a day ago and then the girl I intended to marry backed out. So I got another one.” Justice Sortor said it couldn’t be done and went back to sleep. Supreme Law Article VI, clause 2 of the Con stitution says: “This Constitution and the laws of the United States which shall be made in pursuance thereof; and all treaties made, or which shall be made, under the au thority of the United States, shall be the supreme law of the land and the judges in every State shall be bound thereby, anything in the Con stitution or laws of any State to the contrary notwithstanding.” WWalW1 < I iH—l in ■ illi) LEARN WELDING rfrrp^?»^^n^rfn?07i,^M AUiri?iCr torsos, this includes AlHFLANKsnd PIPK LINK weldin* writ! 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