STAtfE SCREEN RADIO
Rt HROINH VALE
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tow ledge, supposedly 40 feet
girl, played by Jean Phil
lips, is pretending to be
crazy, and is about to com
mit suicide. A man, played
by Macdonald Carey, pre
tends that he also is crazy,
In order to get her oft the ledge.
In the middle of the scene each
discovers that the other is sane.
And when Miss Phillips and Mr. i
Carey met for the first time, on the
ledge, with cameras pointed at
them, they discovered that they
both hail from Sioux City, Iowa.
The story of the men In the army
air service who operate the secret
bomb sights and actually drop the
bombs on targets from giant planes
will be filmed by RKO Radio, with
the co-operation of the United States
army, it will be called •'Bom
bardier."
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Like the elephant, Richard Arlen
never forgets. About five years ago
he and Mary Carlisle made pictures
together, and took daily turns buy
MART CARLISLE
Ing the entire cast and crew ice
cream. The other day they began
work with Jean Parker and Phil
Terry in "Torpedo Boat,” at Para
mount. When the ice cream man
came around Arlen tapped Mary on
the shoulder. "It's your turn to
buy,” said he. "Remember, I
bought the last time, five years
ago.” And Mary remembered, and
treated.
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Thanks to Barbara Stanwyck
Gene Krupa and his orchestra are
featured in Samuel Goldwyn's "Ball
of Fire.” The Krupa band is her
favorite one, so when she was asked
to select one for her night club sing
ing sequences, Krupa got the vote
-*
Ever wonder where film com
panics get their ideas for shorts?
Hal Peary, who's radio’s "The
Great Gildersleeve,” did a hiccough
routine in a recent broadcast. A
Columbia Pictures executive heard
him. liked the stunt—and It will be
a "Screen Snapshot.”
-*
Betty Hutton went to Hollywood
fresh from Broadway’s "Panama
Hattie,” to make her screen debut
in “The Fleet’s In.” Bob Hope
booked her for a guest appearance
on his radio program—probably you
heard it—and first thing she knew,
she was on it for keeps!
-*
Rudy Vallee will have the second
male lead in 'The Palm Beach
Story,” the Preston Sturges picture
starring Claudette Colbert and Joel
McCrea, with no singing for Vallee.
-*
New Orleans is certainly having
Its day in the movies! “Flame of
New Orleans,” “Lady From Louisi
ana,” "Birth of the Blues.” "Blues
In the Night,” "Louisiana Pur
chase”—and before long Edna Fer
ber’s new story, “Saratoga Trunk!”
_-A-_
One of the war-time campaigns
that has spread like wildfire is the
“Shaves for the Boys’’ drive to ob
tain free minor necessities for the
beys in the defense training camps.
Constance Bennett is head of the
movie stars’ committee, which in
cludes Dorothy Lamour, Joan Fon
taine, Maureen O’Hara, Joan Blon
dell, Claire Trevor, Joan Bennett,
Linda Darnell and Brenda Joyce.
-*
Don Gordon, “Tom Mix Straight
Shooters” announcer, says that the
greatest compliment ever paid him
came from an old couple who sent
him $4,000 to invest for them be
cause he souhded so honest over the
air. Back went the money, but he
treasures the compliment
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ODDS AND ENDS—Connie Bos
well has asked for her release from
that Thursday night radio program, but
will stick through 1941 ... Babe Ruth
will play himself in the film of Lou
Gehrig's life . . . Mothers of 200 Amer
icans in the RAF will be Warner s'
guests when “Captains of the Clouds"
it released . . . Eddie Albert will be
starred for the first time in RKO’s
mCheyenne" . . . Mervyn Le Roy, di
recting “Johnny Eager," has in the cast
four players whom he gave their start
in pictures—Lana Turner, Edward Ar
nold, Glenda Farrell and Henry O’Neill
. . . Eros Volusia will dance in Metro's
-Rio Rita."
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Red's blue eyes twinkled as he
watched Finlay read. "Some skirt
snatcher—this boy!" he chuckled.
There were gleams of light in Fin
lay's gray eyes as he handed the
letter to Malone. "Read that. Red,
while ! talk with Blaise." Drawing
Blaise aside Garry gave him the
gist of the message. "Is it a trick?"
he asked.
"For sure!" came the guttural re
sponse. "Old trick! He bait you wid
woman!"
Garry slowly shook his head.
"Blaise, that girl’s in trouble! She
couldn't write that way otherwise.
Let’s see what Red thinks."
Malone's dubious eyes were still
busy with the sheets of blue paper
in his hand. At last he grunted:
"Huh! That’s a tough letter to dope
out, Garry. I’d hate to trust a hair
on that black head of hers and yet
it sounds like the living truth. If
it’s only a scheme to get you to
that beach so they can drill you. I
take off my hat to her, she's a
genius."
"Red, I tell you she’s desperate!
Isadore couldn’t prompt her to write
that letter. It’s real. It’s a cry from
the depths. But what can be the
trouble there? I knew the night of
the dinner something worried her."
Malone thoughtfully scratched his
head. His eyes wrinkled quizzical
ly. "Garry, have you happened to
think she’s only a stepdaughter? I
wonder if—mebbe—he’s been both
ering—"
*1 thought of that It’s possible
it’s Isadore. Let me read it again."
Garry went over the blue sheets
still faintly fragrant Could that girl
possibly act out a part like this?
And yet his better judgment told
him the letter was a decoy.
"Cool ruffian, this Isadore!” he
speculated. "M he’s behind this,
he’s had her warn us of just what
he intends to do, to make it sound
right And he’s sized me up as a
half-wit who’ll fall for this maiden
in distress stuff. Well, he’s right!”
When he had been fed, Louis Mi
kisis started back with Finlay's an
swer. It was "Yes!”
CHAPTER IX
Two days later a Peterboro hung
offshore a few miles east of Isa
dora's fur-post. In the boat a man
searched through binoculars for a
canoe paddled by a woman.
“If it's an ambush. Blaise, she
von’t show up,” insisted Finlay, “for
they'll expect me to land early at
the beach to scait for her. They’ll
be there and will hop on me at
once. What would they gain by wait
ing and bringing her into it? She
might get hit”
“I tell you. Red, they’ll never let
her come if it’s an ambush. There’d
be no object in it If she does come,
she’ll see that I trust her—believe in
her. Don't you realize how humiliat
ing it would be to know that I think
her capable of tricking me like that
—that I suspect her and am bringing
a guard?”
“Oh, I see what you mean, but I
don’t like it I want to be handy in
case of trouble.”
“Thank you. Red.”
Garry again raised the glasses.
“There she is!" he announced, qui
etly, He was conscious of the sud
den pick-up of his heart. “Whew!”
he murmured, as a wave of elation^
beat through him, “have I got it as
bad as that?”
The Peterboro reached the spruce
point and Garry stepped out “So
long, Blaise! See you soon and I’U
have something to tell! Bo’-jo’,
Red!”
With a wave of his hand Finlay
started on his long walk. Lise Dem
arais was there waiting, when he
reached the white beach. He sud
denly realized how she had obsessed
his thoughts since he last saw her
grey face that night at Isadore’s.
And now, in her desperation she had
turned to him.
Lise stood beside her canoe.
“Somehow I knew you’d come!”
She grasped his hand.
Warm with color from her long
paddle, she was even lovelier than
he had remembered her. “Could any
man have refused to come after
such a letter?”
“Yes, knowing what you do, most
men would have been afraid. They
wouldn't have trusted me.”
“But I’m a mind reader, as I told
you. And I’m worried about you,
Lise Demarais.’ ’
“You’re also a brave man.” There
was a look in her sloe-black eyes
that started his blood singing. “Let’s
sit down. It's a long story.”
She threw herself on the sand, of
fered him a cigarette from a silver
case and lit one herself. For a time
she smoked, clasping her knees
while she gazed straight before her
under brows like black brush strokes
on her transparent skin.
His eager gaze moved from the
dark cloud of her long bob and the
brilliant eyes to her round throat
*1 don’t know why I should have
turned to you in my trouble,” she
began, “unless it's because yoa'r*
tn great danger yourself. Don’t you
realise they won't let you finish this
survey—won't let you leave this
country?”
"Forget the survey! 1 know Tete
Blanche is after us. I saw him at
the head of the lake. We’ll take
care of him. I came here to learn
why you’ve got to leave Isadora’s
place and wdien.”
"I wuis frantic when I wrote you.
It must have sounded delirious and
strained but I was desperate. I’d just
had a terrible scene with Jules. He
insists on my marrying Felix Blon
dell, his partner. I’ve refused time
and time again. But he won’t listen.
Blondell handles the business in
Montreal. He’s coming in the Au
gust plane. He drinks hard when
he’s here and I’m afraid of him."
Finlay’s face was flint-hard as he
listened.
“Jules told me I’d had my chance
and refused it," she went on, her
breath quickening while her pulse
beat in her throat “He said when
Blondell came in August I'd have
neither his sympathy nor his protec
tion. I could take care of myself.
Think of one's stepfather saying a
thing like that!"
Finlay’s eyes were savage with
dancing lights. “Isadore said that
to you?"
“Yes and more. It was ghastly!
You don't know Jules Isadore!” she
cried. "He can purr like a cat and
be so smooth—so charming. But he's
as pitiless as a wolf. He killed my
mother with his women and his
heartlessness. Of course, he's given
Lise Demarais was' there
waiting.
me a borne, education, clothes. But
his word has always been law. Cor*
inne and I live like children; are
told nothing. He's so secretive. Why
we're positive there’s something
queer going on here, now, at Was
wanipi, but we don't know what it
is. "
Finlay was alive with interest.
“Queer? What do you mean?”
“Every summer, in August, a
plane flies down from the north.
Later, it goes south but it carries
no fur. Why should a plane fly
here every August and go south
empty?”
Garry Finlay, also, wanted the an
swer to that question. At last he
had struck something. “That’s
strange!” he said, his face as im
passive as wood. “It always comes
in August, you say?"
“Yes. That’s why I warned you
not to stay here until August. I
overheard Jules boast to Batoche
that no prospectors nosing around
here in August would ever see home.
He thinks you're prospectors, you
know.” ,
"Then he’s struck gold and wants
to keep it a secret?”
“Corinne and 1 think so. We’ve an
idea he ships the gold dust and nug
gets in bags on that plane and
doesn’t want anyone to know about
it. ”
“But why should it come from the
Bay?”
"We don’t know but he seems to
want to hide the direction from
which it comes. That’s sure. He’s
nervous as a cat, then, won't even
have Indians around the place.”
Finlay wondered what he had
stumbled Into. A plane from the
Bay! What did that mean? Then he
said: “Mrs. Isadore got the drugged
wine intended for us. What did he
intend to do—drop us in the lake?”
“No, I think he wanted to search
you—learn who you were. I was
so afraid something would happen.
I wanted to warn you. Then I saw
that hideous Tete-Blanche. After you
left Jules struck Corinne for drink
ing that wine—struck her in the
face. He was like a madman.”
“Nice fellow! Of course he knows
he can’t last long at this game. Al
ready six men who have entered
this country have disappeared. The
police will be here soon."
"Six men?" ahe gasped. *Tve
heard of only two!"
"Six prospectors have disappeared
and two men have been wounded "
Finlay smiled significantly.
"Your limp, that nightt" she sud
denly cried, her eyes wide with un
derstanding. "You—you were wound
ed in the leg on the way here?"
"Yes."
"They ambushed you on the Not
taway! But you're all right? Oh,
they’ll stop at nothing! Do you un
derstand now why I’ve got to get
away?”
"Yes. What was Tete-Blanche do
ing there that night?"
"I don’t know."
"Well, don't worry, we’ll have you
safe at Matagami by August."
She gave a deep sigh. For a space
they smoked In silence while Fin
lay’s thoughts w>ere busy with the
mysterious plane. Then he glanced
at her. She was smiling at him
through curious eyes.
"Charming gossip we're having on
my bathing beach on this lovely
July day!" she said ruefully.
Her mood had suddenly changed.
The compelling charm of her drove
from his head all thoughts of Isa
dora. A beautiful girl sat beside
him. desirable, baffling. And in her
slow smile was veiled challenge.
"You swim here often?"
Her eyes were busy with a trim
moccasin toying with the sand. She
raised them and her lip curled.
"Fishing for an invitation to join
the beautiful mermaids? If you are,
you’re distinctly not invited. We
usually swim in our scales, you
know.”
She flung herself around, facing
him, and impulsively took his hand.
"What children we are!" she cried.
“This is the second time I’ve ever
talked with you, Garry Finlay, and
I’m babbling like a sub-deb at her
first big dance.”
“I never met one but I’m sura Td
love sub-debs.” He leaned toward
her. "Do you know how lovely you
are and—how dangerous?” he said.
A warm undertone of pink pushed
up over her neck and cheeks. She
seemed suddenly confused. “It's
growing late! I’ve got to go!” She
was on her feet “You’ll take me to
Matagami when I write? How can
I thank you for daring to come? Oh,
it's like a reprieve from a death sen
tence! I want to dance and sing!"
She stood beside her canoe grasping
her paddle. Her voice quavered:
“Au revoir! Very nice and reckless
man!” Her eyes danced dangerous
ly.
“When you send word. I’ll come!"
he said, thickly. He slid her canoe
into the water, turned and with a
quick movement had her in his
arms.
With a swift catch of the breath
she flung back her dark head and
smiled up at him. He kissed her
hair and eyes and responsive mouth.
“You sorceress!” he choked.
“You’ve bewitched me! Courage,
midnight eyes! I’ll take you to Mata
gami. Good-by, Beautiful!”
She gave a low laugh as her arm
tightened on his neck, and for a
moment returned his kisses, then
breaking away, leaped into the ca
noe and paddled off. Reaching the
point, she blew a kiss with her hand
and passed from sight
His pulses drumming, Finlay stood
at the edge of the water, groping for
his mental balance. With her charm
and changing moods Lise Demarais
had played on his senses as a mu
sician on a harp, run the gamut from
laughter to tears. The hard-boiled
Garry Finlay had been pliant in her
hands as a willow sprout but in the
end she had left him wondering
whether she was sincere or a con
summate actress.
At the thought he glanced up and
down the beach. The shore was
deserted. Still under the spell of
the girl who had paddled away, he
started for the spruce point to meet
the Peterboro. Again he felt her
arms on his neck, her warm lips,
looked into the dancing depths of
her eyes.
He had reached a stretch of shore
piled with boulders and had cut back
into the bush where the walking
was easier when the brittle snap of
a dry stick stopped him in his
tracks. His body stiffened while his
right hand moved under his shirt
to the stock of his .45.
“What’s that?" he muttered.
Again there was a movement in
the brush somewhere in front of him.
Finlay slipped behind a spruce, his
eyes stabbing the surrounding un
dergrowth. Then, from his rear,
came a sound in the scrub and he
flattened under the low branches.
“So it was acting after all” A
wave of remorse chilled him like a
bitter wind as he lay beneath the
overhanging boughs. Surrounded as
he knew he must be—caught in Isa
dore’s trap—his ears strained for
movements of the men who hunted
him while his thoughts hung to the
girl who had so lightly led him to
this.
(TO IE CONTINUEDJ
Fir. Spnm\ Pin#
Sharv Popularity
.if Christmas Tinw
Christmas tree* aren’t snobbish.
They are willing to share their glory
with tree* of any "nationality,*’
whether they be oak or sprnre. elm
or tamarak.
Although any kind of tree can be
a "Christmas tree," most people feel
that they must be evergreens
Kven here there are many different
kinds which can be obtained tor this
purpose.
Several different types of ever
greens have been singled out as
"favorites" for
this important an
nual role, The
"aristocrats” are
the firs, mainly
because of their
fine pyramidal
shapes, beautiful
deep green color
and soft fragrant
needles which do
not shed easily
after the trees
begin to dry.
flUt'k Spruce
These trees can
usually be recognised by their flat
tened leaves which are arranged in
two rows on the horizontal branches.
Each needle is a shiny dark green
above, and except for the prominent
midrib is silvery white underneath.
The species of fir available vary
with the locality, but the most popu
Balsam Fir
lar kind offered
in the East Is the
balsam fir, the
bark of which !
yields the well*
known Canada
balsam used in
medicines and |
perfumes. In the !
southern states 1
the Fraser fir or
the balsam, very
similar to the j
northern balsam '
fir, is common on !
the market, while on the Pacific
coast the favorite is the handsome
white or concolor fir.
Competing with the firs for Christ
mas popularity in the East are the
rpruces with their scattered four
bided needles, that seem to point in
all directions. Spruces are often
confused with pines, but they are
easily distinguished by the fact that
pine leaves always occur in groups
of from two to five, while spruce
leaves grow singly.
Frequently used for Christmas
trees, if for no other reason than
that it is much
more widely dis
tributed and much
less valuable as
lumber, is the
small, scrubby
jack pine and its
numerous related
species.
Three other
trees are also
used as Christ
mas trees in a
few homes
throughout the
White Pine
country. These are arborvitae. a
familiar ornamental species with
flattened, scaly foliage, the common
red cedar or juniper, and the Doug*
las fir or Douglas spruce.
Gallackers Gather
Christmas Greens
Christmas is coming, and a vast
army of North Carolina "gallack
ers” are happy. Demand for their
harvest of leaves. evergreen
"sprays,” trees and other decora
tive material is now at the year's
peak, and the prices are Arm.
"Gallacking” is the business of
collecting galax leaves and other
decorative greens. Thousands of
persons make all or part of their
living harvesting the leaves, tips, j
roots and herbs of the Appalachian j
region, and this is their busiest |
season.
Gallacking is a year-around occu
pation, because the leathery, dur- 1
able galax and laucothoe leaves and
other greens are put to constant use
by florists and other decorators.
The demand widens at Christmas
to open a market for balsam and
spruce trees, and for laurel twigs.
Most of the evergreen collecting
in the mountains is done sporadical
ly and according to the press of
other work. Whole families move
into the forests on sunshiny days, '
taking their “crop" home for sort
ing, grading and tying into bundles.
Hundreds of buying agents purchase
this material direct, shipping them
to dealers.
Dozens of little backwoods shops
are now’ springing into activity be
cause of the seasonal demand for ,
immediate processing Here the
native evergreens are turned into
various wreaths, trees are packed
and trimmed, and thousands of
yards of "rope” are made from
spruce, pine, laurel and hemlock.
Druids Credited Mistletoe
With Miraculous Virtues
Mistletoe, or “All-Heal” as it was
i called by the Druids, was thought to
hold many miraculous virtues. The
Scandinavians dedicated it to their
; goddess of love, Friga. This god
! dess of love is probably responsible
for the custom of kissing under the
| mistletoe.
The superstitious believe that a
maiden who is not kissed under the
mistletoe will not marry during the
coming year.
Farm
Topics
PROPER FEEDING
NETS MORE EGGS
Methods and Food Quality
Are Important Items.
By V. E, SCOTT
fVmftyeHty *1 (foali lit*ni«a )
Successful farmer-poultrymen pay
nearly as much attention to the way
they feed their pullets and laying
hens as they do to the kinds of
feeds they provide.
For one thing, abrupt changes in
the diet may cause the birds to go
"off feed" and result In lower egg
production and slower growth, as
will the use of stale feed.
If a change in diet must be made.
It is suggested that it be gradual
and extended over a period of at
least a week or ten days.
Important too, is sufficient hopper
space, lest the more timid birds in
the flock go hungry. At least 10
linear feet of hopper, with hens eat
ing from both sides, should be pro
vided per 100 lay.tv hens, and a suf
ficient length of watering trough or
number of containers to prevent
crowding.
When there are enough separate
pens a good idea is to separate the
timid hens from their more aggres
sive companions, making a small
pen of this group. They will soon
forget their timidity.
One practice followed by many
poultrymen is to provide only a lit
tle more feed each day than the
birds clean up.
The left-overs, if clean and dry,
can be mixed thoroughly with the
fresh feed in the hoppers, and in
this way, there will be no accumu
lation of stale feed at the bottom
of the hoppers, reducing likelihood
of mold.
Feed mixtures containing fish oil.
as sources of vitamin A or D, should
be bought or mixed in small quanti
ties so that they can be used within
10 days or two weeks.
High Egg Production
Is Government Goal
Three billion seven hundred dozen
eggs are expected from American
hens in 1942 to provide an adequate
supply for home needs and for the
British.
. This increase of 11 per cent over
the expected 1941 production has
been called for by the government be
cause of the vital part eggs play in
the nation’s diet, according to C. F.
Parrish of North Carolina State col
lege.
During the next six to eight
months, there will be a special need
for good feeding and care to get
increased production from each hen.
After that time, greatly increased
numbers of pullets will come into
production.
The number of layers on farms at
the beginning of 1942 is expected to
be 10 per cent greater than during
the early part of this year.
This is one time when farmers
should really use all their skill in
getting more eggs from their hens.
Careful feeding and management,
essentials of any good poultry pro
gram at any time, should be brought
into use by everyone during this
emergency.
Favorable egg prices, together
with the government pledge to put
a floor under prices, provide a
strong incentive to boost production.
_ - -
Profitable Pastures
Pasture land promises to be one
of the most profitable sources of
farm income in the next year or two
in view of the steadily increasing
defense demands for meat and dairy
products. In order to obtain the
most profitable results from pasture,
a program of good soil management
including the application of fertilizer
is essential. Such a program not
only will produce grasses richer in
needed vitamins and minerals, but
will promote more rapid growth.
How to Gf*t Jnh
Shown hy N»*w Rookltt
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Young Hearts
Half the joy of life is in little
things taken on the run. Let us
run if we must—even the sands do
that—but let us keep our hearts
young and our eyes open that
nothing worth our while shall es
cape us.—Victor Cherbuliez.
May Warn of Disordered
Kidney Action
Modern life with its hurry and worry.
Irregular habits, improper eating and
drinking—its risk of exposure and infec
tion— thrown heavy strain on the work
of the kidneys. They ere apt to become
over-taxed and fall to filter exeem add
and other impurities from tbs life-*iriaf
if blood.
You may suffer nagging backache.
I headache, dimness, getting up nights,
k leg pains, swelling—(eel constantly
tired, nervous, all worn out. Other signs
tf of kidney or bladder disorder are some
times burning, scanty or too frequent
urination.
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kidneys to pass off harmful exeem body
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century of public approval. Are recom
mended by grateful users everywhere.
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