Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 30, Number 100, Decatur, Adams County, 26 April 1932 — Page 5

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■ SYNOPSIS ■rang and beautiful tily Lou Bing aspires to an operatic cak but her moderate eircumces necessitate that she go to Hess and study music evenings, ilthy Ken Sargent, whom Lily loves, becomes angry when she Its upon practicing instead of Ig him and discontinues calling. Lou grows listless and overks trying to forget him. She Ito her parents’ home in Woodfor a rest. Ken arrives and again she is happy, but she mes an air of indifference ird him. Feeling she is no longer rested. Ken kisses her goodbye leaves for town. Lily Lou rushes i the path to stop him and flMnbles. Ken runs back to assist ESK She confesses her love for hint. in the city, they are together, but Lily Lou realizes E Sp are from different worlds rnd I wander- al the outcome. Her sister Ken’s seriousness and adLily Lou to think more of her I car Ken's family hopes he will the socially prominent Peggy I I CHAPTER TWELVE I L 'U, w ll you come up to 1 :: lay night ?” Ken asked. I having Peggy ano a | cslple of others to dinner and daticIgiuf at the country club. I'll have her you.” 1 Lon wanted to gv>. and she want to go. She was afraid. of Ken’s mother, of his portr.f that Sage girl. . . . still, if she didn’t go. . . . love it." she said bravely. tFine!” Ken answered. His voice in’t very hearty. She thought, h a flash of intuition. “He is like as ... he doesn’t want his farnito share me. He wanted to keep I separate!” [■She « a! almost on the point of fusing. Why shculd she have to tel Ken's people, and he hers? [■ley didn't belong to them, they longed to each other. . . . I B Still, she’d said she'd go. Perips it would be as well. ■ She told May. trying to speak ■ Rurally as though it was nothing all. May answered, the same “Oh. well, you’ll have to have to wear.” was the flesh colored lace she had got to sing in at the ■tita! last summer. They got it . Too short. . . . ■ “And looked so awfully long me when I got it!” Lily Lou ■ph"d. ■ ''Perhaps, a little tulle added to ■« bottom—” ’’-ay got the tulle, sat up late cutand pressing, refusing to let k™ help. “You tetid to your and I'll fix the dress, know you can’t sew any more ■'an a nickel!” ® it was finished it looked ■’ey well. I Lily Lou thought it looked wonSk U u Unt ’* saw dresses others had. But she had her mo■J ent of happiness before she ■ arted. Ken called for her in the Cadillac, with the top up, sn H at the wind wouldn’t muss her ■ a ir. ■ He had with him a little square a corsage, of course. Lily ■. . ’ fingers fumbled with the ■ ing. [t was h arf j t 0 O p en , Pr ■*nds shook so. Underneath tflb ■ ,ny green were waxy, salP camelitfs. just the thing ■ L.’m *fr® ss —just the very thing! ■ I( L'ke them?” I "Oh. Kert. 1 love tlfcm!” Bi lp ue came in the back way with KL donatlon ’ her P>nk velvet K wra P- The color wasn’t K ' y r ’?ht, but it was darling ■nyway. .. take jt> L - ]y Lou ■i’»y^p C,ie ' ot * Or us®—you and I * te P art of your trousseau ■ 1 really shouldn't—"

Amsterdam, nnrt a year later all coettis was organized. The first meeting of the synod wan held in i Lancaster in 1793 and the delegates reported 178 congregations and 15,- i 000 communicants. The Evangelical Synod of North , America was formed by six clergymen, representing a union of the 1 Lutheran and Reformed Churches, who met and organized a synod at Gravots Settlement. Missouri, In 1 1840. Four of these were mission-L aries, two having been sent from 1 , the Missionary Society of Hesel j and two from the Rhenish Mission ' ary Society. The others were in-j' dependent workers from Bremen ’' and Strassburg. During subse- 1 ' quent years similar organisations'' were effected, Including the United I Evangelical Synod of North Amer- 11 lea. the German Evangelical So-' clety of Ohio, and the United Evan- : gelical Society of the East. In 1 1877 these bodies united to form ' the present organization, known ' first ns the German Evangelical;' Synod of North America hut after some years the term "German" was 1 dropped to form the present name I Q_ Woman Licensed Plumber San Antonio, Tex.— (U.R) Mrs. , Merle Siebreclit sm prised City 1 ! Plumbing Inspector Emil Hennig': when she applied for a plumber's ■ license. She surprised him still, more when she made one of the i best grades ever attained by aji applicant for the license. She is the i fitst woman plumber licensed in the state.

“EMBERS OF LOVE”

“Go on—take it!” j “You won’t hurt it.” May said. . ' They were al) in the front room. . Ken was waiting in the dining •> room, talking to Raymond. Lily ~ Lou gave a last, approving look at , herself in the glass. She wished it • were full length, so that she could f see her feet. When you tipped it so . that you could, you looked funny. . . . . Still, pink satin slippers, pink > lace dress, pink flowers with green, . lovely leaves, pink velvet wrap, and j her hair, shining and dark, ripsi pling back from her wide, white > forehead in beautiful satiny, r waves. . . . •, “You’re perfect!” May said. A little more lipstick? No—she I ] was just right. Lily Lou called I Ken. blushing a little under his . frankly admiring scrutiny. She , climbed into the green roadster bcI I side him. and they whirled away 11 in the still, summery night. Cinderella on her way to the ball. .j. . . Prince Charming by her side. “So this is Miss Lansing! So glad 1 to have you. my dear!” The large, , fair haired woman who was Ken’s mother, smiled graciously when Ken presented Lily Lou, and turned ( back to the man beside her, resuming her interrupted, sprightly con- ' versation. Lily Lou felt her color rising. A , sick feeling in the pit of her stomjach. She wished she had not come. ; Ken shot a quick glance at his mother. Hailed a passing girl, “Vivi! Vivi, this is my friend Lily Lou Lansing—Vivian Arwcll, Lily Lou. Vivi, show Lily Lou where to leave her wraps, will you?” “Os course—over this way.” Vivian Arwell was nice, anyway. ’ I She was a large, not particularly “ pretty girl, with hair the awkward, ' growing-in length, and one of the ’I loveliest dresses Lily Lou had ever I seen. It was of a peculiar dusty (raspberry color, of silk that was ’iheavy and soft. And suddenly Lily l Lou felt cheap and shabby, though ' | the pink dress had seemed lovely I before. She gave the wrap to the maid, brushed her dark hair back from ■ her forehead. 1 “My. but you have lovely hair,” 1 the Arwell girl said, generously. ''That made Lily Lou feel better. She determined to have a good I ' time anyway. ’ The clubhouse itself was lovely. I ■ There was a long room, with two I great fireplaces in which logs ’ smouldered redly. Spanish chairs, 1 dark red hangings, walls that were mellow ivory, hung with rich, dark ’ tapestries, that glowed ruby-red and golden in the bright, soft light ■ of the great wrought-iron cande- ' labra that hung from the ceiling. ’ The long French windows were ■ open. You could see out onto the ’(wide verandas, where there were banket chairs and little tables i From the garden came the heavy sweetness of stock, and fresh-cut lawns, and out beyond you could i see the roll of the golf links and dark trees. ... It would be fun to ' belong to a club like this, to be able ( to entertain here, to ride, and play ’ golf. . . . ‘ She was proud of Ken. He knew just what to do. He looked so tall ’ and straight and slim in his dinner ' clothes. He hurried over to htr, ! claimed her so proudly when she ' and Vivi Arwell came down from ! the little stairway that led to the ■ women's dressing rooms ; There was quite a little party I when they wetc all assembled to go into the dining mom. Mr. Sargent, it seemed was aw-ay, but it was ali most a family party. Mrs. Sargent, ! and a small, very dark man who : wore eyeglasses and was called I Uncle Stan by Ken. and Peggy Sage . and her father and mother, and ! Vivi Arwell. and two young men who were horn rimmed glasses and . looked exactly alike except that cne was light and the other dark.

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT TUESDAY, APRIL 26, 1932.

DARROW READY TO PLEAD CASE (CONTINUED tniOM PAGE ONE) 'ctor t was to open the argument today with a plea to convict the four on charges of second, degree murder. He may speak for two hours. Next waq George S. Leisure of Now York, assistant defense aide who accompanied Darrow to the islands. Then w'ill come the final bit of drama that spectators have been anticipating — Darrow's own address, the one for which he emerged from retirement. Prosecutor John (’. Kelley, who marshalled the case against the Americans which he hopes will send them to stony Oahu prison for life, will close the arguments in half an hour, according to present plans. The estimated length of speeches ami Judge Tliarles S. Davis final instructions would send the case to the jury late tomorrow. Evidence ended in the third week of trial yesterday and both sides rested with the stirring j events of Inst January 8 only partly revealed. The prosecution Lieut. Massie killed Kahahawai to revenge an attack on his young wife. Thalia Fortescue Massie. A The tragic-faced young navy of- 1 ficer admitted lie held a gun in his, .hand to "frighten" a. confession of; tlie attack from Kahahawai, but that when the islander allegedly! •said. ' Yes, we done it," his mind

Peggy Sage was a small, viva (clous person, even prettier than she I had seemed in the car. Her eyes were almost black, her hair palest gold, and her small vivacious features were oddly like the acquilinc. rugged countenance of her big, distinguished father, Captain Vincent Sage. She addressed a dozen, quick, j laughing words to Lily Lou, let her gaze rest for a second on the tulle filled in skirt, and forgot her. Captain Sage, on the contrary, was most attentive until Mrs. Sargent pulled him away into an argument over “Green Pastures.” “I tell you, I don't like that kind of thing—” “But Captain, you WOULD. I Everybody—” “I tell you all I want is something cheerful. A good girl show—” On the other side of the table Mrs. Sage, slender and gray and quiet, smiled tolerantly, and listened to Ken's Uncle Stan who was complaining that golf was no longer a gentleman's game. . . . “Every Tom, Dick and Harry — Every counter jumper—Every—” “But bridge is worse! My deal you CAN’T get a game in the East any more. Nothing but backgammon. To think that the grand old game—” Lily Lou cared nothing for the future of either golf or bridge but at least she could understand what they were talking about. Peggy Sage and the two collegiate youths might as well be talking Greek, for all it meant to her. Bits of slang— Icatch phrases—"Oh la!" uttered in la certain, high, nasal tone seemed [to mean something — Everybody laughed. . . . Trick phrases, catch l expressions. . . . Ken understood 'them. ... He had become a stranger, too. . . . I It was fun, in away. Lily Lou j was young and unspoilt enough to i enjoy the dinner, to be thrilled to think that she was part of this bright, beautifully gowned and tailored party. ... It was the sort of thing she’d expected to make her 'own some time . . . when she was a singer, only Ken had given it to her sooner, instead. . . . She looked at his mother, not young any more, but still beautiful. . . . She thought of her own mother I. . . how far away she was from i this sort of thing. . . . After dinner they danced, and she ; was happier. Ken danced divinely. ' The other boys in the party seemed to enjoy dancing with her, too. The stars came out in Lily Lou's eye's, her lips were parted in a joyous, happy smile. . . . “Having a good time?” Ken whisIpered. 1 “Oh—wonderful!” Rut when it was time to leave, when the women ascended ths i stlirs to the mauve arid nidiz? dressing rooms, and Mrs Sargent drew Peggy’s arm through hers, and Vivi Arwell joined another laughing group around one of the mirrored dressing tables, Lily Lou felt a shock of awakening. . . . She hadn't really been a part of it. She was just a stranger, whom Ken brought. “Good night, my dear,” Ken’s mother said when Ken was ready to drive tier home in the green roadster. “Good night, Miss Lansing. Glad to have met you!” Peggy Sage murmured politely, and then she shouted in her natural, careless litt;e voice—“ Ken! What time for tennis?” “Any time you say," he answered, just as naturally. “Make it ten—no, eleven. 1 have to get some sleep.” “Eleven it i»!” “* The Sage girl waved, and then wrapping !>sr little taffeta wrap around her, slid into the waiting car. * • ’ -—■*

became blank. He remembered nothing thereafter, he said. The other three defendants, who the state charged were present or nearly when the fatal interview took place, did not testify. Only through tacit admissions of defense alienists was it admitted that Massie actually fired the lethal bullet. Just as it began, the trial closed hi a stormy argument over Lieut. Massie’s asserted temporary insanity. Showing his greatest agitation since the honing opened. Darrow matched words with Dr. Joseph Catton of Stanford Univers ity, third and last of the prosecu tion experts. Dr. Catton supported Dr. Fans and Dr. Paul Rowers in attacking detense experts who declared Lieut. Massie was blinded by a tit of rage and anguish, and lost control of hfs senses. Darrow harried the lanky psychiatrist almost from the moment he went on the stand. Dr. Catton was asked if he had been a prosecution alienist in the Phoenix, Ariz . murder trial of Winnie Ruth Judd. “That is Irrelevant," Darrow objected and was sustained. He interposed again when Kelley asked Dr. Catton if he had examined Lieut. Massie. The prosecutlet apparently wanted to emphasize again that Darrow had refused all territorial experts permission to i.interview the accused officer. ' Dr. Catton began a recitation of 'all the events leading up to the 11 rial — the attack on Mrs. Massie d by five island hoodlums, the ordeal

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SYNOPSIS Lily Lou Lansing, pretty, young telephone operator lives with her married sister in moderate circumstances. She is torn between desire for an operatic career and love for wealthy Ken Sargent. Ken takes Lily Lou to a party at his home. Mrs. Sargent's cool attitude makes Lily Lou feel she is an outsider. She realizes the socially prominent Peggy Sage is more suitable for Ken. CHAPTER THIRTEEN After a while Ken said, “Peg and I usually play tennis on Sunday mornings.” Lily Lou didn’t answer. She couldn't help feeling left out. “We always have, you know," Ken added after a pause. That only made it worse. They always had. They two, who were sort of meant for each other, raised in the same sort of environment. the same sort of families. . .. Ken halted the car in the shade of the Kittridges’ drooping acacia tree, a mass of feathery golden bloom, and kissed her. She was very quiet. May, who had heard the car drive up, listened from her bed. She visualized the scene, her brows drawn in a hard, tight line. Presently she heard Lily Lou’s key in the door. She thought of getting up to ask her what the party was like, but it was late, and she was tired. She dozed off . . woke again, much later, saw the crack o^ light in the hall. . . . Lily Lou had forgotten to switch off the lights. Sighing a little she got up to turn it off. but the light came from the open door of Lily Lou's room. "Heavens, child, why aren’t you in bed . . . what are you doing!” Lily Lou, still in her party clothes, the velvet wrap over her shoulders, sat on the piano bench. She hadn't even pulled down the bed. She looked up at her sister with apology and surprise in her veiled glance "Nothing,” she answered. "Just thinking.” “Then for heaven’s sake, go to bed!” May tiptoed back to Raymond, Lily Lou undressed, slowly and methodically, hanging her clothes carefully in the closet. Then she crept into bed, and lay awake the rest of the night, staring up at the ceiling. In the morning she was tiredeyed, but cheerful. She had made up her mind. • • • “You must be crazy!" Ken said. “No, just sensible.” Lily Lou's mouth was firm. She spoke without excitement. Her voice was flat, and a little tired. t “But Lily Lou, why at least can t we be friends? Don’t wc get along fine? Don’t we have fun together? Things are just starting. The girls liked you so much. I can get you in on no end of parties—" She smiled at him. There were times when she felt so much older than Ken. for all his knowledge of social customs, of that life that was strange to her. “You don t understand.” she said. “No. I'm darned if I do!” They had been riding around aimlessly. It was a Thursday night—the Thursday after Ken’s party at the country club. Ken was hurt, terribly hurt, and Lily Uou was sorry. Hurting Ken

of the young couple during her !convalescence, and finally the slayi Ing of Kahahawai. Darrow con- ■ tlnunlly objected but Judge Davis let Catron proceed. Recalling both Mrs. Massie and ■ iho lieutenant had told their own . story in harrowing detail at the • trial. Darrow noted exceptions to the ruling. The only use for such I exceptions Is on an appeal from a . verdict. The mental expert aroused Dar- • row's anger when he referred to . Kahahawai and other attack de- . | fondants as “alleged." ■ "Do you mean to infer you don't believe Mrs. Massie was assault[ed?” the aged counsel demanded. i The question was ruled out. Catton. telling of the attack trial J said that "the populace was against ■ I Massie.” "This doctor comes from Cali- ' fornia." Darrow said. "He knows ' no more about how the populace here felt than if he had been in L Australia. He is attempting to lee ! tuVe the jury." | "1 resent that," cried Catl in. "Go ahead and resent it," boom ed Darrow, brushing tin- hair from ! his eyes. Dr. Cation shifted his angular body tn the witness chair and be- • gan again, waving hfs hands. !| "Why can’t lie sit like other wit I nrsses," Darrow complained Io the > court. “Do you mean to infer I am not f honest?" Cat ton almost screamed t in mounting anger. • "I didn't say so.' replied Darrow. I "You did, too.”

had a queer effect on her It was like hurting herself. She couldn't be si rry for him. the way she could be for someone else. It was just part, of the ache, the unhappiness, that was part of her. They drove, silently, for what seemed like hours to Lily Lou. “Hadn’t we better turn back?” she asked finally. For answer he drove the car to the side of the road, drew her to him, kissed her again and, again. “Lily Lou,” he said in a half strangled voice, “you can’t do this to me. I—l love you. More than anything in the world. Why. you—you are the world to me. You’re what I think of. when I think of—oh, living—and 1 don’t know what I’ve done to spoil your love for me. You told me once that you loved me. What made you change? Tell me—” His voice broke. Lily Lou was sick with the strain of it. “I haven’t changed. I told you that—” “You still—love me?” She met his eyes bravely. “Yes, Ken." “You don’t really mean it—” “I’ll always love you—always—” "But then—” He couldn’t finish the sentence. He had her in his arms again, loving her. holding her tight, and she was weakly, almost tearfully, trying to draw away. “Please, Ken—don’t—oh, it’s no use, Ken—” “Lily Lou, if you love me you can’t leave me—” “That’s just it—l can. 1 love you. But 1 can’t go on like this. It’s breaking my heart. I’ll be unhappy all the time, and my music is going to pieces—I can’t work—can’t remember anything I'll lose my voice next, and then what will 1 do?” “Love me. Let me take care of you—" She pushed his loving hands away. “Oh, Ken—what's the use of TALKING?" “But Lily Lou—” “Ken. I’m not your kind. 1 can't love you a little, and be happy with you. and play tennis with you like Peggy Sage and those others —” “You’re better than the others—more precious—" “Hush. Ken—please. Let me tell you. I’m all alone, without any rich father and mother to do things for me, if I fail to do them for myself. I’m earning my own living. And that isn’t all. I’m studying at night. I’m trying to make something of myself, and it’s hard enough, without—oh, Ken—don’t spoil it! I’ll be nobody then. Just a second rate telephone operator, with a lot of unpaid bills, and a disappointed family—” * While she talked Ken’s face grew gray and pinched. He seemed to draw into himself. “All right. I won’t spoil your life, Lily Lou.” He held her hand, so tight that it hurt. She felt desolate. Wondered how she had ever thought she could do this—give up Ken. “Don't you care?” h» asked after a long, dreary silence. She couldn’t bear the hurt in his voice. “I'm doing it now. while I can still bear it. ... If 1 —if I let myself care, even a little more, I couldn’t—couldn’t—” "You DO care. You aren't going to leave me—' “Yes—bMt I've gm to—" "Why ? Tell me—"

"All right, have it your own way." Judge Davis asked Dr. Catton to compose himself. Later when he began arm waving again, the court ordered him to hold his hands. Catton said bis study of the coao made him “feel free" to state Lieut. Massie was sane when Kahahawai was shot to death. He retold the whole case to support his statement. ■ -- '0 REFERENDUM IS GAINING IN MOMENTUM (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) Secretary of Agriculture Hyde recently accepted the restlbmission idea and will light for it at the Chicago convention. Governor Henry S. Caulfield, for some years identified with the rural dry Republican organization, has declared for resubmission. Now the most conspicuous dry Missouri Democrat, Charles M. Hay, candidate for tin- senatorial nomination, long associated with the Anti-Saloon league as director and attorney, and still a believer in the 18th amendment. has declared for resultmission. • "The 18:h amendment was christened in the corruption of the Hard ing administration, hilled to sleep |nndei Coolidge and investigated i under Hoover so we don't know what we could do witli it if it was yjiven a chance,” Hay said to a [group of friends here. "Hut since there lias come to be some doubt

“Because—” She hadn't meant to , tell him. Last night she thought | wild horses couldn't drag it out of 1 her. but now. with his lips on her check, his arms tight around her. . . . “Because we can’t ever be married, or anything - ” There! It was out. “The devil we can’t!” “No—we can’t, and so—” “Why can't we?” She felt that he was blustering, and that hurt too. She said, gathering all her courage, “Ken, don't pretend. Your mother and father wouldn't let you marry me. even if you wanted to. and in a year or two you won’t want to. You see. it’s the only thing to do—not to get to care any more. I mean . . I couldn't bear any more. Please take me home. Ken. I’m so tired." He drove her home. They didn’t speak one word, all the way At her door he turned to her, ! is face all drawn and twisted, so that he didn't look like Ken Sargent at all. “Lily Lou,” he asked, “will you marry me?” When she drew back, without ’ answering, he went on, still in that tense, hard voice. “Will you take out an ‘intention to wed'—tomorrow—and marry me Monday? Oh ■ dam the California three-day wait —darn it—darn it — " Her knees felt weak. She sat down on the stone step. “Ken— I—" She was going tn say “1 can’t!” but what she really said was “I shouldn't!” She looked up at him. trying to make up her mind His face wasn't pinched any more. He was laughing down at her triumphantly Kissing her. hugging her until it hurt, until she felt that her very I ribs w-ould crack. What could she say? “1 love you so," she whispered. “Tomorrow at ten, we'll go and file the intention—” “I have to work!” “You have to work, when you're I getting married?” “Well. I should—l’ll have to go over anyway, if I’m going to leave, to get my things—” “What things?” “Powder, and soap, and I think there's a library book — ” He laughed out loud, and she began to laugh too—weakly. “That’s the kind of objections you have—” “Powder, and soap—” They clung to each other, rocking with helpless, choking laughter. When at last he had gone Lily Lou tiptoed to her room. She walked on air. She was lightheaded, dizzy with happiness. There were reasons why she shouldn’t marry Ken Sargent .. . thousands. I millions of reasons, hut she was going to, anyway. ... She tumbled into bed, and fell ? into a long, dreamless sleep. When the alarm went off in the morning she turned it off and lay there. "1 don't have to get up. I’m going to get married,” she thought. “Lily Lou! Are you up? We're going!” May call’d, as she and Raymond left. “Thanks—l'll be right there!" Lily Lou’s lips settled into a smile, a smile of drowsy content. She was going to get married ... ' hang the job. . . , The clock ticked on and on. Lily Leu slept (To Be Continued) Copjritht by King Features Syndicate, 100.

among many people an to whether a majority of the country wants to retain it, I am for taking the question to the voters.” A few months ago the extreme drys were doggedly declaring prohibition was In the constitution to stay. They scoffed at all talk of a change. The stock declaration was that every congressional election constituted a sufficient "referendum." Any proposal except for blind allegiance to the 18th amendment wus denounced as wet propaganda. Only a few months ugo John J. linskob, chairman of the Deiiim rutlc national committee, was denounced when he suggested a modification of the 18th amendment sought to be submitted to the people. Now tin- list of those agreeable to a test in one form or another include F. Scott Mcßride, general

Public Auction 125—ACRE I ARM—I2S SATURDAY, APRIL 30, al 1:00 P. M. Central Standard Time On the Premises, in Preble Township. This farfil is located 7 miles northwest ot Decatur, on tin- Win Chester Road. 4 miles north of Preble. 15 miles southeast of Fort Warmon the Winchester Road, 2 miles south of I S. Highway 27. Close io schools, churches and markets and an ideal neighborhood. This is a good productive farm, ami must lie seen Io be appreciated. Good six room house, large summer kitc hen, basement under entire house. Large Dank barn. Good hog house, corn cribs, implement shed and all necessary outbuildings. Nice orchard, and twenty acres in timber. Well fenced and tile drained. This farm will sell to the highest bidder wit limit reserve. EASY TERMS—SmaiI cash payment, long time on balance. ( IIARLFS BIEBERICK, Owner Sold by tin- National Realty Auction Company. Decatur. Indiana. Auctioneers: Col. Fred Ri ppert. and Col. Roy s. Johnson For further information, call or sic- 11. a. Cline. N-T i Peoples Loan A- Trust Bldg.. Phone 606. Public Sale I wil sell at Public Auction at my residence. ]<><■;: I >-<| 2 miles east of Decatur on the Piqua Road on THURSDAY, APRIL2B, 1932 Sale to start at 10:30 a, m. tlie following property to-wit; 3 Head of Horses: Percheon, him- roan. I years old weight about 1,500 pounds; roan mare, ju years old. weight l.titm pounds: black marsmooth mouth, weight l.fjiiU pound-. 30 Head of Purebred Holsteinc, registered ami eligilde; state lie credited test; Homegrove Fan Kormlyk- L inde N- 73 '387, In x'-'r-old. bred Fell. 6; Jotric Lcxene Korndyke Lunde 1), Koi, No. 1 10273!), 7 yeais cdd. bred Jan. 2G; Jeanette "derceeb-.<• Korndyke No. i 100066 « years old, due June 15; Jotric Lunde Clothilde P.mtiac-. No. 1 ISGti?.,. it'csh. 2 years old; Jotric Albino Walker D Koi Reuwerd No. I 18t’>f»76, fresh. 2 years old; Jotric Ramoua Johanna Mcrccdcse No. 1486677. fresh, 2 years old: Jotric Juna Bly Lunde DeKoi. No. 1186671 H. h 2 v.-'is old; Jotric Edith. 7 years old. bred Fell. 12; Jotric But I ert.idy. 5 v ,,i r:; old. bred Feb. 5; Jotric Buttercup, due July tn. :; years old; J Uric Lexanna, bred Feb. 11. 1 years old; .lotru Martha, bred Fell. In, I years old, Jotric Daisy, bred Fell. fl. 1 years old; Jo lie Lindy Walker, fresh. 1 years old; Evlyn. bred Feb. 8. ” years o'd; Greteb, bred -lan. 10, 5 years eld: 6 yearling heifers, open; 5 heifers 1 Io li months; Bull. 1 year old. sires dam 1.152 pounds of butter. 25,772.5 pounds of milk. Ohio State champion butter producer; dam 7 days 3i.:; pound of l>utt<-r All cows giving a good How of milk, i’.iill, I year, aim- sire, dams dim 31 pounds butter. 2 bull calves, dams .nd grandsires above I,‘lUtl pounds. All sires used whose dams and sires dams 22,n0n to 25,00 P pounds of milk above 1,000 pounds of butter. This: herd a I produced on our own farm. 26 Head of Sheep' 21 riv. ; ‘I lanili... 2 Shropslii.e Bucks Farm Implements; .1. D. 12 disc For iliz. i Drill, late model: Flv ing Dutchman hay loader; 7-ft. Wood binder; I)-ere mower: I’, and <). corn planter; 2 dises; 2 .11). corn plows, cm n sled, spike barrow; cpring harrow; cultivator; 2 plows, rake and tedder: 2 manure spreadI ers. Ideal ami International; wigon; grain ami slock rack combined. Meece laneous: llarm-.-s DiL.iv.il milker, c-piipment for 10 cow; I electric motor. 3 li.p.. 110-120 volts single phase; rj, b.p McUormickDeering gas engine; 5 milk cans: tank heater; hard coal stove; 1<- tin r rocker: Bernis Martin and bra ; beds and quing; washer; 100-epg inculiar or; good shape; 1,000 c-liick brooder H. <' corn and fed; potatoes nd other articles not mentioned. TERMS All sums under 120.00 ( b. Over Ilin: amount :i < :■-lit of four months will be given, pin chaser giving a good bankable note bearing interest at 8';! from date and to pay tiW , p. . ■ -nt of in , of note on day of sale. 4',f- discount for cash on sums over $20.00. Lunch will be .served on the ground. J. 0. TRICKER, Route 8, Phone 569-H. Member of Holstein Friesian Association Auctioneers—Johnson and Daniels. W. A Lowrr, Clerk IIHII < Mr. Car Owner The Riverside Super Service — hits installed a new, rontp'rle Alemitc Lubrication Service for your car. This genuine Alemitc Lubrication service w’ill be used as .specified bv (In- <ur nuintifacltirer. Instead of using one lubricant for your car, we have eight different lubricants. e invite you to slop in and see our lubricating department as ii is the most modern equipment lor this purpose to lie had. so introduce this new service wc are going Io lubricate your cat I REE with each change of oil—you paying for (he oil only. THIS SPECIAL OFFER COOI) FOR 3 WEEKS ONLY. ICars called for and delivered. Riverside Super Service I Phone 711 E. Monroe St. L OPEN DAi ASDMGHI

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r [uupcrititcndmit of the Anti-Saloon ) League. Biidmp Jame-i t'aiinou, and • former Governor Il.irry F. Byrd of [Virginia. SeuatorH and congress- . men are going on recod almost dully lor some form of resubinlss■|ii,m *' A significant thing about this 1 movement Is I hut It Is not built s around any individual personalities 1 , or orgiiiuz.atioii-_ There is no .uiti prohibition figure who is directing I activity in any way comparable to [that of E. ('. Dinwiddle ami the late Wayne B. Wheeler in bringing I I about federal prohibition. •» I 3 ' , "Land of Midnight Sun" t Norway rem-lies 1100 inline Into ttir Arctic zone, and nearly onethird of llu> country Is tn the domqin of ihy midnight sun and w indarkness, but even In thr extreme south lb- summer day la I tong ird the winter <in v !» short.