Youth Work Defense Program
A new national defense work experience program of the Na
tional Y outh administration, designed to fit young people for jobs
in defense industries, has been put into operation. This new effort,
the “Youth Work Defense Program ” for which congress appropri
ated S60,000,000, will supplement the regular out-of-school icork
program of the National Y outh administration. > oung people,
17 to 24, out of school and in need of employment, are eligible.
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Here in the NY A work center girls learn, through actual on
the-job experience, how to operate metal machinery.
Learning the elements of draft
ing will help this youth in read
ing blueprints in the shop.
The NY A it giving youth val
uable welding experience, at
shown above.
Shoulder to shoulder the boys and girls of America are find
ing their place in the defense program.
“The youth themselves are our principal productsoys Aubrey
Williams, administrator of the National Youth administration. “They
have been made to feel that they are part of a social structure
America s youth learn* correct work habit*—one i* being on time.
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Quick Job
By JAMES FREEMAN
(Associated Newspapers—WNU Service.)
TWO hours ago, Leland Barth
had walked in his. Nelson s
house, a big. strong, healthy
young man, wearing a faintly
questioning look. He had come in
response to a telephone call.
“It is important that you come,"
: Nelson had said. “For the matter
I want to discuss with you concerns
Sheila.”
Sheila was the cause of every
thing that had happened. Nelson
had loved her, and she for a time
had loved Nelson. She had loved
him until Leland Barth came along.
After that—well, things had been
different
Nelson had brooded for months,
and brooding is not good for a man.
Eventually he had begun to scheme
and plan. The scheming and plan
ning had taken months. But now
—this morning—everything was in
readiness, down to the minutest de
tail. Leland had said he would
come, as Nelson knew he would.
And no one would know, because
Nelson had arranged to make his
telephone call when he was sure
Leland would be alone. He had ar
ranged that with as much care
and caution as he had arranged ev
ery other detail.
And so Leland had come and
they had sat together for an hour or
more in Nelson's living room and
talked. Or rather Nelson had
talked. He held a gun in his hand
all the while, and told Leland how
much he hated him and how much
he loved Sheila, and how bitter he
had become and what he planned to
do. It had taken an hour. Leland's
expression had changed from a
good-natured willingness to humor
He pulled the trigger of the gun
and Leland’s body lay dead on the
floor.
his rival to grave concern and even
tually to fear. The blood left his
cheeks and a sort of wildness crept
into his eyes.
Nelson’s own eyes glinted with
satisfaction. This was exactly what
he wanted. This was the satisfac
tion he had dreamed about. He
knew that Leland thought him in
sane, and he wondered about it him
self. He’d said everything he had
been wanting to say for months and
he pulled the trigger of the gun and
Leland’s body lay dead on the floor.
He picked up the body and carried
it to the basement and laid it in
the pit he’d dug in the cellar floor
and then went back upstairs and
collected the gun and the small ori
ental rug on which were stains of
blood from Leland’s wound, and
Leland’s hat—he stood there look
ing around the room to make sure
that there was no scrap of evidence
remaining.
And because there was no further
evidence he returned to the cellar
with the rug and gun and hat and
threw them into 'the pit beside
Leland’s body. Then he went to a
shelf and took down a bag of
quick-drying cement he had pur
chased two months ago. He poured
water into a wooden trough he’d
made with his own hands, and which
later he would bum in his own fur
nace, and began mixing the cement.
He mixed a large quantity, the
exact amount needed, and poured it
hastily into the pit. It covered
Leland’s body and filled up the
spaces around the other things.
Presently there was nothing to see
but the level of grayish, oozy
cement, which steadily rose until it
came even with the rest of the floor.
Nelson ceased pouring and
dropped to his knees and began
smoothing the surface. He didn’t
want it to look like a finished job.
It would be better to leave the sur
face a little rough. Later, very soon
now, it would dry and harden and
evolve into the exact color of the
remainder of the floor. He would
sift a few coal ashes over the whole
business and then roll some barrels
on top of it, and no one would know
the difference. Every scrap of evi
dence would be beneath that hard,
rock-like surface. Every scrap.
Oh, it was a remarkable plan.
The work of an ingenious mind.
Who, now, would have thought of
quick-drying cement? Who would
; have taken that small precaution?
I Certainly not a man with—for ex
i ample—Leland Barth's intelligence.
Nelson chuckled to himself. It
| was a pity, he thought, that Sheila
couldn't have seen the light. She
would have done better to marry
1 him; much better. For sooner or
! later that ingenious mind of his
I
would think of something that would
bring the world to his feet
What fools women were! What a
fool Sheila had turned into! Curse
her anyway! And curse Leland
Barth, too. Curse them both. He
hated them.
Nelson swore aloud and drove his
hands into the thickening cement
with a savage gesture. Abruptly
then he got control of himself. This
would never do. Not now. Time
enough later for gloating.
Nelson sat back on his haunches
and began to draw his hands out of
the cement. Just a flick here and
there now and the job would be com
plete. Then to bum the trough and
go about his daily business as if
nothing had happened.
The cement, he discovered, was
hardening faster than he had sup
posed it would. Much faster. The
thick ooze of it made drawing his
hands out difficult. He had to exert
a good deal of strength to get them
loose. The cement clung to his
wrists and pulled away, looking
like molasses candy he’d once seen
in a store window. He tugged hard
er and still harder. His wrists
were free now, but the tips of his
Angers were still quite deep, and
they felt strangely numb, as if down
there the cement had already hard
ened to solidity.
Perspiration stood out on Nelson’s
brow. He stood up, leaning over,
bracing his feet. He shifted once
or twice to attain a more comfort
able position, and unthinkingly
placed a foot on the pit’s surface.
The foot sank a little, and when he
tried to withdray it, he found the
task impossible.
A desperate look came into Nel
son’s eyes, a sort of panic clutched
at his heart. Horrible fear assailed
him. He looked about, wildly, tried
to get a purchase with his free foot,
only to have it slip along the sur
face of the cellar floor.
Curious little whimpering sounds
escaped his lips as he tugged and
strained. Sweat dropped from his
forehead and splashed on the sur
face of the pit. It was the fact
that they splashed that told him the
cement was now almost solid. His
toot slipped, and he went down on
his knee, the knee making the faint
est of indentations in the freshly
laid cement. He tried to stand up,
succeeded only momentarily. His
breathing came sobbingly; exhaus
tion was close. He was worn out,
tired, and the position In which the
cement held him wasn’t the most
comfortable.
Suddenly Nelson raised his head
and shouted, even though he knew
the consequences, he shouted. It
wasn't the shout of a sane man, nor
a man in ordinary distress. The
shouts became screams, then
shrieks, then faded and were noth
ing more than whimpers.
They found him ten minutes later.
A passerby had heard the shrieks
and summoned the police. He was
unconscious lying on his right
knee with his right leg buckled un
der him. They had to get a chisel
to loosen the cement, and in doing
so they dug deeper, curiously sus
picious, and found the rug covering
Leland's body.
When Nelson came to he was in
a hospital, but he saw iron gratings
at the window and understood.
La Conga Dance Tempo
Originated From Africa
La Conga—the dance that has tak
en the American public by storm—
came first to Cuba as a single step
in the tempo of today but with an
accented fourth beat instead of kick.
The kick was inserted later when it
became a dance.
In the Congo river regions of Af
rica many slaves were used to cul
tivate the lands and do the heavy
work. They were chained together
in a long line, neck to neck and
ankle to ankle. In their walkings
they became accustomed to walking
in definite rhythm so that their
chains would not become entangled
in those of their neighbors. They
found that by taking three short
steps and then, on the fourth step,
hitching their chains along every
thing went smoothly and nobody was
tripped up in the chains.
Thus originated the tempo. Well,
when slaves from Africa arrived in
Cuba they were still chained and
walking in their peculiar Congo
rhythm. Later they were unshack
led by the Spanish but still they
worked in the fields and walked in
the *'one-two-three-hitch” rhythm.
In their evenings they were wont
to gather around a fire in front of
their quarters and start a jam ses
sion. Their only instruments were
drums of various sizes and pitch,
some filled with water, others just
an animal’s skin tied over a hollow
tree stump. They would beat out the
basic rhythm of their walking tem
po which was the definite “one-two
three-hitch."
The dancers would then merely
revert to type and in groups of five
or six would slowly pace out the
rhythm, accenting the fourth beat
with a hitch of their body in a con
vulsive movement
Thus was born the modern version
of La Conga.
Farm
Topics
PARTIALLY RIPE
TOMATOES SAVED
Timely Picking and Care
Preserves Tomato Crop.
By LEE A. SOMERS
(Extension Vegetable Specialist,
University ei Illinois, College
Of Agriculture.)
Thousands of bushels of tomatoes
which go to waste each autumn be
cause the earlier frosts come be
fore the later set of fruits has had
time to ripen fully could be saved
if picked and cared for properly.
These early frosts catch tomatoes
in all stages of growth and ripen
ing. Some are nearly ripe, and
some are half-red, pink-blue, white
nosed, while some are still grass
green.
When the first frosts are coming,
growers should pick the tomatoes
and store them in a basement or
some other place safe from frost
where they can be spread out to
mature.
The grass-green tomatoes will
never ripen and should be used in
making chow-chows and piccalillies
of various kinds and pickled toma
toes in various forms. If not used
in a few days, they will shrivel
and become worthless.
The nearly ripe, half-red, pink
blue and white-nosed tomatoes will
complete the ripening processes in
the order named, and in so doing
will lengthen the tomato season
about three weeks. The nearly ripe
specimens will ripen fully with nor
mal color, flavor and texture over
a period ranging from a few days
to a week or more. The half-red
tomatoes will ripen to a nearly
normal red color, a fair flavor and
only slightly rubbery texture in 10
days or two weeks. The pink-blue
and white-nosed specimens will
ripen yellow-red, and with poorer
flavor and a rubber texture, char
acteristics of artificially ripened to
matoes. Some of them will need to
be discarded because they are
shriveled.
If frost has already killed the ten
der vines and leaves, it is still pos
sible to salvage that part of the
crop which has had some protection
from the vines and leaves.
Electricity Boosting
Farmers’ Efficiency
Electricity, a powerful and
relatively new tool on the farm,
is speeding the efficiency of farm
ers in the current drive to
strengthen national defense.
Many farmers have been using
this servant in their work for the
past five or six years. They are
now broadening its use.
Others who have used it in only
a small way for household pur
poses are applying it to farm
jobs and finding it the easiest,
quickest, and cheapest way of
doing their larger chores.
In dairying, it milks the cows,
cools the milk, pumps the water,
grinds the feed, heats the water,
and sterilizes the utensils. On
the poultry farm, it broods chicks,
heats the drinking fountain, lights
the laying house, grinds the feed
and pumps the water.
For the truck grower, it heats
the plant bed, pumps water for
irrigation, operates a spray
pump, provides refrigeration and
ice at marketing time, operates
a grader, a washer, a sacker, and
a loading machine, and in the
case of sweet potatoes, supplies
heat for curing and storing.
Cross-Cut Wood Saw
And Motor for $25
“It saws while you split” is sug
gested as the idea behind the cross
cut wood saw driven by a quarter
horsepower electric motor designed
by H. L. Garver and Paul G. May,
U. S. department of agriculture en
gineers engaged in rural electrifica
tion research. Material for the out
fit costs about $25 they estimate, in
cluding the motor. The bureau of
agricultural chemistry and engi
neering has mimeographed the plan
for distribution to those interested.
Wood is still the mainstay for fuel
on many, if not most, farms. The
cross-cut saw operated by two men
is still in common use. The circular
saw either requires a considerable
investment for an engine or large
motor or a charge for custom saw
ing. A man exerts about one-tenth
horsepower on such work and the
engineers reasoned that a quarter
horsepower motor might be substi
tuted to operate the saw. It has
automatic shut-off devices.
Dust Livestock
Lice on livestock in the winter
can best be controlled with a dust
ing powder of some kind.
One effective mixture is one part
of pyrethrum to three parts of cheap
flour. Another combination is one
part of derris powder to three to
five parts of talc or flour.
These mixtures have proved effec
tive against sheep lice and ticks.
Use a small hand duster to give
quick and thorough coverage of the
infested animals.
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Simple Beauty
It you get simple beauty, and
nought else, you get the best thing
god invents.—Browning.
More Audacity
What we need for victory is au
dacity, and audacity and forever
audacity.—Danton.
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