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QUESTIONS
New Hot-Water Bottle.—Add a
teaspoonful of glycerine to the hot
water when filling a new rubber
hot-water bottle for the first time.
This keeps the rubber soft and in
good condition.
• • •
When Glass Breaks.—A handful
of moistened absorbent cotton will
pick up bits of broken glass with
out endangering the fingers.
• • 4
House Plant.—The phillodendron
or devil’s try is a fast grower and
is a most satisfactory plant to
grow in vases on a mantel. It
may be grown in earth or water.
• • •
Removing Odors.—Odors can be
removed from bottles by rinsing
with cold water to which a little
dry mustard is added.
• • •
Using Celery Tops.—Celery tops
dried in the oven and then rubbed
through the fingers to a powder,
make an excellent flavoring for
soups and stews. They will keep
for months if stored in an air-tight
jar or tin.
• • •
Sliding Drawers.—Wax or soap
rubbed along the sliding edges of
dresser drawers will make them
move in and out easily.
* • •
Stuff Fowl Loosely.—Stuffings in
fowl or fish should not be packed
too tightly because they expand
considerably while baking.
• • *
Care of Electric Cord.—Don’t
twist, bend or tie the so-called
cord attached to your electric iron.
It is not a cord, but two bundles
of wires.
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“Death Trap at El Chivo99
Hello everybody:
“You asked for a real life adventure,” says Morris
E. Lowder of Chicago, “so here goes.”
That’s the way I like to hear you boys and girls talk. I
ask for it, and you dish it up. And just between you and
me, the boys and girls in Chicago and its neighboring towns
—and for that matter, all over northern Illinois—are dish
ing them up faster than any bunch of folks I’ve struck yet. (
The Adventurers’ club has installed chapters in a num
ber of cities. I’ve been swamped with mail in every dog
gone one of them. But never have I been swamped the way
Chicago has swamped me. I’m mighty grateful to you for I
your hearty response.
I’ve had a flock of good yarns from you, but it’s going
to take a little time.
And speaking of being swamped—well—Morrie Lowder
knows something about that, too. As if we didn’t have
enough floods right here in this country—what with floods of
letters and flooding rivers—Morrie had to go to Cuba and get himself
Into a first-class flood down there. Morrie was assistant manager for
an American drug concern and in the latter part of May, 1924, he started
out from Havana on a business trip into the Oriente province.
Trains Filled With Inauguration Throngs.
It was the day after the inauguration of Gerardo Machado as presi
dent and the trains were filled to overflowing with people who had come
to view the proceedings. The train Morrie was on was one of 18 cars,
every one of them packed with people.
It had been raining for three days before his inauguration,
and it was still raining. The streets were full of water when
Morrie left Havana—but he was to see a lot more water before
his journey was over.
By the time they reached the town of Colon in Matanzas province,
the water in the streets was a foot deep. Beds and chairs were floating
The passengers were helpless on a bridge that might be washed
away at any minute.
about and people were making for the upper floors of the few tall build
ings in town. Morrie thought the train would stop there and make no
attempt to go on until the water had gone down, but to his surprise it
moved on toward Macagua.
Morrie knew that the country up ahead was low and flat. What was
more, they had to cross a river called El Chivo—a stream that be
came a howling torrent when it was swollen by the rains.
The train puffed along, part of the time through water that
came to the hubs of its wheels. At last it came to the trestle
spanning the El Chivo.
It was about seven o’clock, and pitch dark, when they started
across that viaduct.
“Sharp flashes of lightning,” says Morrie, “were the only things we
could see by. The two engines up ahead were puffing and roaring, and
we could feel the trestle shiver under the weight of the train and the
pressure of some 12 feet of water that went tearing under it, carrying
trees and animals to destruction. AH of a sudden the train came to a
stop with a terrible jolt.
Morrie Offers Help to Injured.
As a medical man, Morrie stepped forward and offered to
help if any one was injured. Several of them—Morrie among
them—went forward to the express to see what had happened.
They found out, all right. The viaduct, weakened by the flood,
was breaking up. Even while they stood in the express car, a
whole section of the road bed was swept from beneath it, leaving
the car hanging in mid air with only its couplings holding it up!
The train couldn't move now. The two engines were on the other side
of the break—the cars—the passengers, helpless on a bridge that might
be washed away at any moment. They were sure that, by this time,
there must be other breaks in that bridge—breaks behind them that
would leave them marooned in the middle of the swollen river.
“We uncoupled the pin of the baggage car,” says Morrie,
"and with a rush such as I never want to hear again, it was
swept away. We began sending up flares in the hope of bringing
aid. but they were answered by only a few poor guajiros, them
selves marooned on the thatched roofs of their homes. The con
ductor in charge mustered about 10 of us for any duty, and to
be truthful about it, we all thought that this would be the last
duty any of us would perform.”
Passenger Cars Thought to Be Sinking.
Morrie had a small medical kit. and the doctors aboard made good
use of his supplies. Suddenly came the news that the first of the pas
senger cars was sinking into the river. The men uncoupled that car, j
herding its passengers into others that were already overcrowded.
"We had some thirty prostrated people on our hands,” Morrie says,
“and while we were working over them we could feel the cars jerk
and sway as slowly they settled toward the water. Gee, but you feel
helpless in a spot like that. No one could help these people. Most of
them were praying, and till my dying day I'll never forget the looks on
their faces.”
But already help was on the way. One telegraph line was
still up, and, when the train didn't come through, Macagua wired
Colon to send an engine. A switching engine came down from
Colon and found that, contrary to Morrie’s belief, there were no
breaks in the western end of the trestle. The crew loaded all
the passengers into six cars, and Morrie says they put them
in three deep in the aisles.
"We went back the next morning,” says Morrie, “just to see what
had happened to the engineer and the fireman we had left behind.
The engines were sunk in the river until only the roofs showed, but there
were the engineers and firemen waving to us from the tops of the cabs.”
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Lightweight Helium Has Little Commercial Value
Practical commercial utility of
the "lightweight" helium discovered
in the air by University of Califor
nia scientists remains extremely
doubtful, the scientists have report
ed.
Dr. Luis W. Alvarez, assistant
professor of physics, who, with Rob
ert Cornog, graduate student from
Denver, detected submicroscopic
quantities of the lightweight helium
in ordinary air. reported the dis
covery is considered important to
the science of physics, but its pos
sible use in commercial form, such
as in lighter than air craft, is very
much in doubt.
Reason why the commercial util
ity of lightweight helium is extreme
ly doubtful is that no method has
yet been devised to extract any type
of helium from the air in usable
commercial quantities.
The scientists made their discov
ery with the aid of the university’s
225-ton atom smashing cyclotron.
The United States has a monop
oly on heavy helium which has a
lifting power 92.3 per cent that of
hydrogen, the lightest known gas.
BOB AND BEE.
DEBTORS
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By ALICE DUANE
fM.-nur* Syndicate—WNU Service !
( ( r j '' ELL you how I dope it
| out. Bee,” said Bob, rea
X sonably "Things can’t
be worse than they are.
They’re bound to get better. We
haven’t either of us Jobs now—we
will have sometime, of course. So
when on earth could we find a better
time to get married than now?”
Bee hugged his arm affectionately
as they walked along briskly in the
cool spring dusk.
"Bob, you’re a good deal of a
peach,” she said. "Honestly, I’m so
tired of running down leads for new
jobs, and trying to act cheerful wfien
people ask me how things are com
ing along that I don’t know what to
do. It would be swell to be mar
ried and to feel, anyway, that some
body needed you."
"But, Bee—that isn’t why we are
marrying?"
"No,” she said, soberly. “We’d
marry if we were both millionaires
—if we both had the best jobs in
the world. We are marrying be
cause we—love each other, aren’t
we?”
“Well, that’s my idea,” said Bob,
with a contented chuckle.
So they were married.
"I can certainly cook food for two
of us for a great deal less than we
spend now for our meals,” said Bee.
And, “We’ll be a lot happier, too,”
said Bob.
They went to live in a little sub
urban cottage. A little, old-fashioned
house, rather, at the edge of a rather
new suburb.
It still had a country look, with old
lilac bushes and a tumble-down
white picket fence, strawberry
shrubs, and day lilies planted along
the uneven flag walk to the front
door.
"You see,” Bob explained, “Uncle
Robert gave it to me. He was born
here, I guess. Always held on to
it, though he hasn’t lived here for
years. Never married, you know,
and has lived at third-rate hotels
where his third-rate income would
support him. Nice old boy, Uncle
Robert, but not much of a money
maker.”
"It’s sweet," decided Bee.
It was the day before they were
to be married, and they had driven
out with a lot of their things.
"And when the furniture Aunt
Beatrice gave me gets here, we can
make it look quite lovely. There’s
a highboy that’ll go there, right be
side that window. And nice old iron
fire dogs for that hearth. She didn’t
really give me the furniture, you
know. Only when I told her yester
day we’d decided to be married she
sent for it where she’s had it in
storage ever since Uncle Watkins
died and she went to boarding—told
me I might as well use it; she’d not
want it again.”
“Well, of course, Uncle Robert
hasn't exactly given me the house.
He pays the taxes and the house is
his. But he’s going to leave it to
me and he calls it mine.”
Bob looked around affectionately
—at the little clumps of grass al
ready green, at the swelling buds on
the lilacs, at the little white and
green shoots thrusting upward in
the border of the path.
“Nice little place, what?”
"Lovely, just lovely,” agreed Bee,
and they hurried on with their un
loading, putting to rights and plan
ning.
That was in April. In May, with
lilacs just coming into bloom, Aunt
Beatrice came to visit them. Bee
had invited her, and she had accept
ed, quite to Bee’s surprise.
"I didn’t think she’d come,” said
Bee to Bob, a little apologetically.
"But she writes that she’s so anxious
to see her old things in place again
that she will come for just a few
days. I’m sorry, Bob; it seems
wrong to let anything spoil or even
interrupt our perfect life.”
Bob looked up from his work at
the edge of the vegetable garden.
• "That's all right. Bee, I feel that
way, too. But look here—”
And he hauled a letter from a
pocket.
"Here’s one from Uncle Robert.
Says he’ll come for just a few days
—be here tomorrow. Wants to see
how the old place looks with some of
us actually living here again."
Bee giggled.
Bob chortled.
And when Bee's Aunt Beatrice and
Bob’s Uncle Robert arrived they
found two very happy young people
waiting for them with a very warm
welcome. Aunt Beatrice was a
plump, pretty, comfortable, middle
aged woman, who wore pink ging
ham dresses in the morning. And,
without seeming to push Bee aside,
she took charge of the kitchen.
There wasn’t a doubt about the fact
that she could cook better than Bee.
Robert praised her pies and cakes—
and so did Bee and Bob.
“I’ll do the salads,” said Bee, with
relief. "It's silly, I suppose, for me
lo cook when you’re here and can
do it so much better."
"Well,” said Uncle Robert, "1 al
ways held that salads were a waste
of time and appetite anyway. Sliced
tomatoes—yes." And he forked
some off a generous platterful that
Aunt Beatrice had prepared to serve
with the pot roast and green corn
and mashed potatoes. "But fancy
salads, or just green leaves and oil
—no.”
And Uncle Robert took charge of
the vegetable garden from which |
Bee and Bob expected to supply
much of their table later in the sum- i
mer.
“And of course he knows more
about it than I do,” said Bob, one
evening, smoking his pipe in the
grape arbor with Bee, as they
watched Uncle Robert proudly
showing off the even green rows of
beans and carrots and peas to Aunt
Beatrice. They’d been there a
month then—the uncle and aunt.
"And you see it's his house—and
her furniture—” sighed Bee. “There
isn’t much we can do, is there?”
By the end of July the two young
er people were feeling a bit crowded
out. “It’s darling of Aunt Beatrice
to cook us such delicious meals,”
said Bee one evening, to Bob. “But
I don’t like huckleberry pie and
neither do you, and we’ve had it
twice this week.”
"Yeah," acquiesced Bob gloomily.
“But Uncle Robert likes it. It’s like
bis planning twice as many egg
plants next summer in the garden.
Your aunt likes them. Slimy things!”
Bee laughed. "Bob, do you sup
pose—”
“Sure,” said Bob. “Sure thing.”
“Well, what’ll we do if they want
the house—and the furniture—for
themselves?”
“What 11 we do? Give It to them.
It’s theirs. That job I start Monday
is enough to keep us both going here
—but if the old people take this
place and we have to go to town,
maybe you’ll have to take that place
you’ve been considering—until I get
a couple of raises.”
“Well, that’s all right,” said Bee.
“Only—you fit in here so well. I’d
like to be able to keep you here."
It was next day that Beatrice
and Robert told Bee and Bob that
they were going to be married.
And Bob and Bee were sincere In
their congratulations, though both
their hearts dropped a bit at the
prospect of losing their home.
“Well,” said Bob, with a smile,
“I guess it runs in the family.”
“And,” added Bee, hugging Aunt
Beatrice, “it’s been a splefidid tide
over letting us live here. We’ll be
getting on, though, now.”
“Getting on?” exclaimed Uncle
Robert. “What’s the matter with
this place for you two? It’ll be more
comfortable after we go.”
“You go?” exclaimed Bob.
“Well, you see, Beatrice and I
want to see the world. We’ve had
a nice summer vacation here with
you two youngsters, and we may
come up for a week or two every
summer—but we’re going to live in
a hotel in New York. Back there
at the Briesket where I used to live,
Bob. Suit you two to stay on here?
I’ve got a little more put by than
I need—and I’ll deed this place to
Bee. You see, if it hadn’t been for
you two, Beatrice and I wouldn’t
have known each other.”
“Aunt Beatrice smiled happily at
her niece.
“No, that's a fact. And the furni
ture goes with the house. You two
mustn’t say anything about it. It’s
a little debt we owe you.”
Nicknames of States
Traced to ‘Outdoors’
Wildlife and the out-of-doors
seems to have had a decided influ
ence on the nicknaming of states
which few apparently appreciate.
Several states are named for ani
mals, some for birds, one or two for
insects, and reptiles, a number for
trees or flowers, and others for in
organic resources and even outdoor
phenomena, according to a recent
bulletin of the American Wildlife in
stitute.
Alabama, for example, is referred
to as the “Lizard State” or as the
“Yallerhammers State.” The “Bear
State” is Arkansas; Connecticut, the
“Nutmeg State," Florida, the “Land
of Flowers,” and Georgia, though
named for King George II of Eng
land, is the “Buzzard State."
The “Hawkeye State” is Iowa.
Kansas, we call the “Sunflower
State,” and Kentucky the “Blue
grass State.” Louisiana is nick
named the "Pelican State” and ev
eryone knows Maine as the “Pine
Tree State.” Michigan and Minne
sota took their sobriquets from the
wolverine and the gopher respec
tively, while Mississippi, which
comes from the Algonquin words
meaning “Fish River," goes to the
eagle for her by-name. She is prob
ably best known as the “Magnolia
state.
The graceful antelope gave Ne
braska her name and the sage brush
of Nevada hers. Anyone who has
frequented the marshes of New Jer
sey will appreciate the reason for
her being nicknamed the “Mosquito
State.” North Carolina’s pine trees
provide the state with its name, the
“Turpentine State.”
The “Flickertail State" is North
Dakota; the "Buckeye State,” Ohio;
Oregon, the “Beaver State"; and
South Carolina is familiarly known
as the "Palmetto State.” In South
Dakota we And the “Coyote State,”
Utah the “Behive,” Washington the
“Evergreen” and Wisconsin, the
“Badger State.”
Natural phenomen; and physical
features have been used to describe
some of the states. Thus in Arizona
we have the "Sunset State,” and in
Illinois, the "Prairie State.” Massa
chusetts is the “Bay State," and
Missouri, the “Iron Mountain State.”
“Sunshine” designates New Mex
ico.' In addition to the two names
previously noted, Mississippi is also
known as the "Bayou State.” The
“Lone Star State” is so well known
that it need not be said to be Texas.
Vermont as the “Green Mountain
State,” so named in French (“verd
mont”) by Samuel de Champlain, is
equally well known.
WHO’S
NEWS
THIS
WEEK
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
NEW YORK.—Somebody was al
ways turning in a riot call when
Igor Stravinsky’s “Fire Bird” and
“Sacre du Printemps” were first
•Wild' CompoMer ^
Spears Harvard Browder of
_ , . . the salons and
Professorship musical con
servatories, but now he’s as respect
able as Nicholas Murray Butler, as
he takes his post as professor of po
etry at Harvard. As he writes his
fourth symphony, he enjoys full and
complete academic sanction for
what were once considered the wild
vagaries of his compositions.
In Russia, his parents wanted
him to be a lawyer. Rimsky
Korsakoff was the Pied Piper
who lured him from law books
to outlaw music, but who un
leashed his genius and himself
profited as Stravinsky became
one of his most knowing and
gifted interpreters.
The frail person of Professor Stra
vinsky, as he may now be called,
has been shaken and racked by the
torrent of his genius, and every so
often he has found it necessary to
take time out in Switzerland for re
pairs. But, at 54, he still has furious
vitality and is still at mid-way in
his creative career.
With a sharp pencil he spears
superaural sounds. Marshaling
them in a symphony, he looses
demons, to slay them with his
baton. This demoniac disso
nance caused riots in France
when his compositions were first
produced. It took quite a few
years for discerning critics to
discover that he “planned it that
way,” and that there was law
and order in his music.
MUCH is being written currently
in comparison of the intellec
tual climate of America today with
that of the immediate pre-war pe
V*f Steel Maker S**™
Dehunks War as Grace, presi
C , D Cm. dent of the
Source of Profit Bethlehem
Steel corporation, offers something
possibly worthy weighing in this bal
ance in his vehement repudiation of
any desire for war profits.
“We don’t want any war to
Inflate Bethlehem’s business,”
says Mr. Grace. “We prefer
peace. We are in a position to
be war baby number one, as in
the last war, but I can tell you
that our directors and associates
don’t want that kind of business.
I’d like to see the war stop to
day. Bethlehem would be better
off if it did.”
In contrast are the words of an
other great industrialist, now dead,
who, at a New York luncheon club
in January, 1917, spoke as follows:
“America has come of age. Its
ships cannot be driven from the
seas; its citizens will go wherever
their trade or business leads them.
No insolent challenge to our enter
prise will stay us in our peaceful
pursuits whenever and wherever we
choose to go. And I say to you that
our great business establishment
will remain world business for what
ever profit may legitimately accrue.
It is not only our right, but patriotic
duty to seize opportunity to main
tain the full solvency of this na
tion.”
Mr. Grace, as president of
both Bethlehem Steel and the
Bethlehem Shipbuilding corpora
tion, had special charge of all
production of cannon, armor
plate and munitions during the
World war. Last summer, he
rounded out 40 years with Beth
lehem, one of the great steel
masters of the country. After
his graduation in electrical en
gineering at Lehigh university,
his first job at the company
was operating an electric crane.
He became general superintend
ent, manager and a director In
1911. He became president in
1913. He is 63 years old.
COMPARISONS are dangerous,
but it would appear that Walter
A. Wood, wearing the colors of the
American Geographical society, has
'»<Climber
Maps Peaks of mountain
Elia. Mountains ^stales*
His currently reported achievement
in mapping the peaks of the Elias
mountain range in the Yukon terri
tory caps a list of hazardous assign
ments of the last six years, in most
of which Mrs. Wood has shared.
Last March, he led several
companions up a 19,000-foot peak
in the Alpine jungles of the Si
erra Nevada de Santa Marta
range in Colombia.
With the Louis Boyd expedition to
east Greenland in 1933, Mr. Wood
has traversed many countries, in the
last six years, on research missions
for the American Geographical so
ciety.
(Consolidated Features—WNTJ Service.)
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Spontaneous Humor
Humor is a thing one ought not
to be conscious of—it ought to be
just there, ready to brim over—it
oughtn’t to be cultivated.
Bureau of Standards
A BUSINESS organization
which wants to get the
most for the money sets up
standards by which to judge
what is offered to it, just as in
Washington the government
maintains a Bureau of Standards.
• You can have your own Bureau
of Standards, too. Just consult
the advertising columns of your
newspaper. They safeguard
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