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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 26, 1940)
Where Uncle Sam Develops Better Fighting Airplanes While airplane factories from New 1 ork to California are working 24-hour shifts, the Wright Field research engineers and technical exjterts at Dayton, Ohio, are working at top speed testing new’ planes and developing speedier and more dependable fighting airrraft. Nowadays only persons with ironclad identifications are permitted to enter If right Field, but these pictures take you in. Fin structure to be installed in the new wind tunnel to direct flow of air where the tube makes a turn. Maximum diameter of the tube will be 40 feet, permitting tests of airplane models with wing rpreads up to 15 feet at wind speeds up to 400 miles an hour. Below: Largest propeller test rig in the world. It whirls pro pellers up to 45 ft. in diameter at speeds up to 4300 RPM. Above: Master Sgt. D. Sama rin at the fuel segregator which he developed, which insures re moval of water from gasoline. Above: II right field officers salute a '3 leading military dignitary it ho is on a A tour of inspection. Belou : Huge gaso- ,*■ line refueling units have been developed | J lrfvMIM for supplying fuel to long range bomb ers. Here is one in operation. |,y i f,Hf~ A test pilot putting a new Curtiss P-tO single-place pursuit plane through its paces in a series of test flights. ! MARRIAGE A LA MODE 86 By JOHN C. RAYMOND 'McClure Syndicate—WNU Service.) HIS mother called him Willie; his teacher called him Wil liam; his first boss called him Harrison; everybody now called him Utah—and he called himself a fool. That’s the whole his tory of William U. Harrison—al most. Why he called himself a fool makes the rest of it. Utah was making one of his en tries into Red Cow. Red Cow is a town; and his entry wasn’t greeted with any display of enthusiasm— nor was it noticed with any feeling of resentment, unless you can call the cemetery part of the town. Some body turned over in his grave and muttered curses. The bones of Sam Blake resented Utah’s re-intrusion into Red Cow. But Utah had no thoughts of Sam Blake. He trudged down the dusty wagon tracks of the winding road that leads to Red Cow, following his three burros, the least of which— which was the last—he prodded now and then philosophically. Utah was rather short, red-faced, gray-whis kered, and faintly blue-eyed. He wore traditional blue denim cloth ing, traditionally faded. He was thinking about himself and he called himself a fool. What reason has a man of forty-five with thoughts of marriage in his head? He had no reason—that's why he was a fool. But he didn’t care. He was going to ask the widow Blake to marry him. All his dreams were going to be fullfllled. They would be mar ried and have a little house with roses and a garden and tall trees. (Of course, they would have to go somewhere where there were trees —Red Cow lacked the requisite ro mantic and beautiful for a young married couple.) The fulfillment of his dreams rested on seven little sacks of gold grains and nuggets, which his three burros carried se creted in their pack saddles, and a diamond engagement ring, which he had carried for 15 years in a little metal box in the watch pocket of his trousers. Old Utah had Anally struck a short stretch of gold sand in a forgotten gulch, and he estimated he had close to Ave thousand dollars worth of the shining stuff. Then, that drunk ard, Sam Blake, had been dead for almost two years now. Utah organized his plans as he entered the dusty Main and only street. He would have himself re decorated at Blimmer’s Toggery, reAnished at the Acme barber shop, and installed at the Golden West ho tel. That night he would go have supper at Lilly Blake’s American Cafe and Lunch Counter and ask her to marry him. He would be asking her the second time. The Arst time he had taken the ring for the hand of Lillian O’Neil, he had been just one day and an hour too late in bringing his blun dering, half-concealed courtship to a climax. She had told him simply, but with tears in her eyes, that she had promised herself to the gallant Mr. Blake the evening before. So William U. Harrison had put the ring, which he had offered with his words of proposal, back into his pocket, and had gone off again to continue his activities as a cowpuncher on the Cross Bar ranch with a secret sorrow. From a dis tance he had suffered with Lilly as she worked with her little restau rant for support of herself and her drinking, gambling husband. In his later years Utah had turned to pros pecting, registering as one of Red Cow’s vagrant citizens. Now that Sam Blake had been dead two years and Lilly kept on with her little cafe, William U. Harrison was go ing to offer himself, his Ave thou sand dollars included, to the widow and lift her forever from the toil and hardships that were hers. The three burros and Utah came almost unnoticed up the sleepy street. A black and white dog came out to bark at them, but he returned to his shade without even a sniff at the heels of the traveling twelve legged savings bank. The caravan stopped before the plate-glass win dow of the Golden West hotel. Utah was a busy man that after noon. He transformed himself from a grizzle-bearded, sunburned pros pector in faded blue and dusty den im into a regular dandy with a red face, sartorially elegant, if not per fect, in new yellow shoes, black and gray trousers, lavender shirt, and essential Stetson. He visited the bank, and the news service of the post office loiterers. With real grandness he drove his three sleepy eyed ones to the edge of the town and its tin cans, and turned them free, not without a moment of sad ness and regret when his faint blue eyes dimmed with the sorrow of parting. Then he prepared himself for the business of the evening. He made sure his attire was correct and that the ring reposed in the box in his pocket. Then he bought two ten cent cigars from the only box of ten-cent cigars in the community. He felt very nervous and had to walk around the vicinity of the cafe several minutes before his courage was strengthened by the increasing emptiness of his mid-region. He entered the door of the little frame building which served Red Cow with a cuisine par excellence— and good at that. There was one customer in the Cafe American, seated on ths last high stool at tha lunch counter. Lilly saw Utah en ter and smiled at him—and went on serving the customer with her gen erous portions of her generous menu. Utah sat uneasily on the stool farthest away from them and chewed on toothpicks. Finally she came to him with a glass of water and a smile. “Hello, William." “Howdy, Lilly. Uh . . . How are you?” he managed as he looked at the tired woman before him. Her hair had weary wisps of gray stray ing about her head, but her blue eyes were smiling. “Just fine, William,” she an swered. “You’ve been away quite a long time, ain’t you?” “Yep . . . I . . . I guess I’ll have some supper.” “All right. I'll fix it right away.” ; And she went back to the range at the other end of the narrow room. Soon she brought him a fine meal. Utah decided to wait until the other man had gone before he should con- J verse wi$h his intended. He was in agony as he listened to the way the gentleman talked and talked to her. If only he could speak in such an organized manner! Finally the vol uble one left. Lilly came to stand before Utah as he finished his meal. She talked of inconsequential things, and he tried to. Everything gone at last, he endeavored to give his speech. •Lilly, I . . . Well ...” His face grew redder. He felt his will slipping; his hand started reaching for his hat. “Mr. Harrison, you stay right here till I come back.” She fixed him with her eyes, and went quickly back to her room. In a moment she returned, carrying a heavy canvas bag. Her eyes were firm and her lips grim as she set the bag on the counter before Utah, untied the string, and poured its contents forth upon the counter. Out there came paper money, silver money, gold money. Poor Utah shrank back as she leaned forward at him. “William Harrison, I’ve been sav ing this money for fifteen years! Right there is all the money we’d ever need. For two years I’ve been waiting, and you ain’t got the cour age yet.” Utah had his new hat crumpled in his hands. He began slipping back off the stool. This was terrible. He could never ask her now. Her eyes held him. “Mr. Wil liam Harrison,” she pronounced, ’’will you do me the honor of be coming my husband?” LOVE AT THE BLUE MUG a By B. NEL SMITH (McClure Syndicate—WNU Service.) m't'HANK you, Gwen,” the new boss said as Gwen Reese set the graceful blue mug of coffee on the counter before him. Gwen’s hair was as black and lustrous as a crow's wing, and her eyes were midnight blue. Her heart pounded a little harder when the new boss looked straight at her in that direct way of his. “You know,” he said, “I like this joint! I like the—atmosphere. You don’t know what it means to have you take so much interest!” "Good morning, Boss,” a laugh ing voice said at Gwen’s shoulder. Darn Frieda, anyway! In open admiration, the boss was gazing at the blonde goddess in the other orange smock. “Your eyes fit in nicely, Frieda, with our color scheme,” he said. He rose from the stool then, tall and slim and tailored-looking, from the top of his sleek brown head to his polished shoes, and came back behind the counter. The new boss looked at Gwen and his serious eyes seemed to find the dark beauty of her face interesting. He started to say something, but there was Frieda again with a silly question about the specials for the menu card. Gwen reached the Blue Mug eariy the next morning, before either Frieda or the boss had arrived. She wanted to be alone a few minutes so that she could get used to her new self. Her fingers were Icy with ex citement as she saw herself in the mirror at the back for she was now a ravishing blonde! It had cost a W’eek’s salary, but it wa3 worth it. She had her back to the door when Frieda came in. Then silence as Gwen’s heart and the world stood still a moment. She turned about slowly, a defiant smile on her face, but the smile gave way as her lips parted in dazed astonishment Frieda’s blonde tresses were black! Black and shimmering and lovely! They stood there staring at each other, unable to believe what they saw. They moved nearer until they were quite close as they inspected each other minutely, dumbly. Then their eyes met and they started to laugh; they laughed until the tears rolled down their cheeks and they clung to each other for support. “I thought—” Gwen said. “So did I,” Frieda interrupted. "I’ll bet there’s something phony about him to make us both fall so hard.” Gwen said. “I’d like to see him put the gloves on with Ed!” "I’ll bet Tommy could lay him out!” Frieda said. “There’s a cus tomer, Gwen. I've got to start the salads!” A slim girl with a carrot colored bob, a few freckles and a nose that was slightly pug, sat at the counter. “I’m your new boss’ wife,” she said. WHO’S NEWS THIS WEEK By LEMUEL F. PARTON (Consolidated Features—WNU Service.! XTEW YORK—This writer hap * ' pened to be down in Eliza - bethton. Term., in 1928 when Ed ward F. McGrady was kidnaped . , ... from his hotel Army Labor Aide in ^ middle For Fair Break to of the night, Ownership, Labor put do)™ in the wilder ness and told to keep going. He was an A. F. of L. representative, organizing the rayon mill workers. He walked straight back to town, met his assailants, and explained to them there had been a mistake. Always dapper, smiling a wry smile, he never so much as lost the crease in his trousers in this adventure. The vigilantes bought him a drink. Nobody knows the trouble he’s seen, but he’s straightened out a lot of It, too, and now at 68, be becomes the special labor aide to the army as special la bor consultant to Secretary Stimson. He has held down many a sizzling-hot lid of labor strife and, respected by owner ship for wise counsel and fair dealing, he is equally respected by labor as a hard-hitting con tender for Its rights. It was in September, 1»J7, that he was upped 53 stories to a mahogany and mono-metal office and a sal ary of $25,000 a year as director of labor relations for the Radio Corpo ration of America. His singular suc cess as a labor conciliator during the preceding five years, while as sistant secretary of labor, lay in keeping the friendship of both sides. But no one ever called him a yes man. He is hard-headed and tough minded. He was a newsboy in one of the sleaziest of Boston slums. He be came a newspaper pressman, and a union organizer. Samuel Gom pers sent him to Washington, where he remained 14 years as the legis lative agent of the A. F. of L. His habits of speech, never bookish or turning to dduble talk, have had much to do with his success in clearing up what he calls “misunderstandings." In short, hard-hitting words, he has preached the responsibility of labor to co-operate and pro duce, as well as bargain, along with the responsibility of owner ship to give the worker a fair break. He was assistant admin istrator of the NRA under Gen. Hugh Johnson. In his new post, he serves without salary, hav ing been partially released from his duties by President David SarnofT of the R. C. A. PORTUGAL'S austere, ascetic lit tle $2,500-a-year dictator. Dr. An tonio Oliviera Salazar, is the shrewdest man in the business, when _. - it comes to One for Rtpley— keeping out Dictator Disliking of bad trou Uniform, Oratory ble- and mak; rng a general showing of solvency and peace. Just now, reports from Europe that he is putting out peace feelers are in teresting if not important. He is on middle ground. With his co-dicta tors, he has assailed democracy, but his country has been for centuries more or less in British leading strings, and he is charged with none of the brutal excesses of the other Continental tyrannies. It was in May of last year that he made a sharp break with Italy and Germa ny and swung into the British orbit. In 1928, when Gen. Antonio Car mona seized power, he summoned the acidulous, little, bespectacled professor to take a hand in the gov ernment. Dr. Salazar said it would be all or nothing. With the under standing that England would con tinue its benign mandate over Portu gal, he took over as premier. He dislikes uniforms arid nev er wore one, and dislikes ora tory even more. He has made four short speeches in the 12 years of his premiership. By cutting out all social reforms, and curtailing expenditures for public health and education, and by developing a guild system of his own devising, he has con served resources and cut down the external debt. There is a disagreement as to what has happened to the internal debt. His critics say it has risen sharply and that real wages and the standard of living of his people have been lowered. Right at the start of his regime, there were complaints from tourists that Portuguese hotels were infested with fleas. Dr. Salazar, a recluse with no fear of detection, tried out one of the hostelries and didn’t get much sleep. The next day, there was an official decree, with ribbons, a wax seal and everything, fixing a $25 fine on hotel keeps for each flea caught. This decree, like all his others, was signed, "Professor of Finance in the Law Faculty of Coimbra University." He is a non smoker, a teetotaler, end a vege tarian. I : - c»p?. sew tnr- Ruth Wyeth Spears NARROW SPACE BETWEEN DOOR AND WINDOW BEFORE ADDING LONG CURTAINS, SHELF AND MIRRORS-b 3 SMALL MIRRORS JOINED WITH METAL STRAPS ‘ ALONG BACK : OF FRAMES 8"BOARD COVERED WITH MONK'S CLOTH-^7 . jBRACKETS^RINGE ^UPHOLSTERY fTACKS /~\N HER way home from the club Mrs. Martindale was thinking. “It will be my turn next. What will they think when they come to our house?” Then she put her latch key into the lock and stepped into her own front hall. “Just what I was afraid of,” she said aloud. “When you look at this hall as an outsider the worst thing you think is that its owner is lacking in imagination.” Right then things began to hap pen. The shabby old hall carpet was washed right on the floor and then dyed a deep green with hot dye applied with a scrub brush. The long lines of the new green sateen curtains turned the space between door and window into a definite panel crying for a long mirror and a console shelf. 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