Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 31, Number 128, Decatur, Adams County, 31 May 1933 — Page 5

■enty-eight h STUDENTS Brom Adams County ■ Indiana; Nine At Burdue University Bnty eight Adams county Bnien and women will com- ■ their year's studies at the ■tate schools, Indiana and ■ e Universities, in the next ■reeks■eteen of these students are ■>d at Indiana and nine at Bniencement exercises will K ( l a t Indiana on Monday, ■ p President E- B. Bryan ■],io University will deliver ■ontmencement address. Oth■ll the program will be Gov- ■ I’aul V. McNutt and Rev. ■p Arthur Frantz of the In■polis F i r's t Presbyterian Bh. Kmenceinent exercises at

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“STOLEN LOVE”

■what has happened ■ SO FAR. Hastings, seventeen, and lives a secluded life with two old maiden aunts in a house. She falls in love Bill Martin, a garage worker, the aunts plan to send away to school. Bill tells that he’s ve r y poor and it be years before he can think but she vows she will for him. Joan is overjoyed news arrives that she is to K; away to school, and writes a to Bill asking him to meet Through a series of unforecircumstances she is unable the appointment, and later ■t night they meet in the rose Overcome at the thought parting they ardently pledge love for one another. Later again meets Joan and has a fear that Dolores Gerwife of the garage owner, has him with her. On her last Joan waits in vain for Bill goodbye. She rushes to his the next morning. As the is opened to her knock, she someone weeping inside. ■ I NOW GO ON WITH 1 THE STORY. ■ CHAPTER X. what is it?” Joan cried. happened to Bill—tell me!” Mid she brushed past the two at ■e door, and ran into the kitchen, Mere the little old lady wept Madily and hopelessly in the cor■“Weil, I never!” Eunice whisMred.“it's Miss Van Fleet’s niece!” ■Now Joan was kneeling beside the M lady, her arms clasped tight Mound her fat waist. “Tell me how ■ happened—oh, please, tell me— Mlere is he?" ■Til tell you,” Eunice said sudM»ly. “It’s Bergoni’s—the milk M>ple you know. At least, that’s ■>at they call themselves. They my husband to drive a milk Mick—milk!” she laughed mirthMsly—"Moonshine— that’s what it Imposing on an honest man ■at way—” ■‘‘But Bill—where’s Bill—” ■ “It was whiskey I tell you!” ■mice repeated, impatiently, ■’hey got caught—Federal aulhor■es— don’t you see?” Joan didn’t ste. She looked ■°m one to the other, not compre■nding. Oh, if only Bill’s mother ■jild talk—she knew—she knew—- ■ ‘‘You see—l wasn't able to drive yt night,” the man with the swol- ■> jaw said heavily. “Bill —he ■ore for me. He was exceeding the ■®ed limits—driving like crazy Bying to get back early—” ■ “He's dead—l knew it!” Joan ■ought wildly. “Trying lu gel back ■ me. Oh. Bill—Bill—" So it was more or less his own inlt.” the man finished judiciously, otherwise they’d never have opped him. They didn't have anyi|ng on Bcrgoni before that.” There was another long pause, non the old lady straightened up id wiped her eyes. She looked at >an a long time. “You don’t unirstand, dearie. They’ve taken my ’k away. To jail!” • • • Joan was beginning to under*nd. The sick man had a job drivk a milk truck —at least he 'ought it was a milk truck, but it asn t—it was a truck full of whis?y. And because his tooth hurt lm so much he asked Bill to drive T him, and the Federal authorise wouldn't believe Bill didn’t now it was whiskey . . . and they him away . . . and put him in ‘Oh, but they’ll let him go—the Sj’Pi® that hired him will tell that 'HI didn’t know. They wouldn't be •can enough to let an innocent man lifter. The sick man whom they called ’Jit, shook his head gloomily, .’hose people will be busy saving »eir own skins. Besides, they didn't LVo** kid, they hired me, see?” Milt!” Eunice cried in a high, J°i cc —“Did you know it wasn’t "u I 1 thought you did —Oh—” M’lt groaned and clutched his tiling jaw. “Now, my own wife Muses me. Oh. well—l can stand 1 guess—.it don’t matter. The Jn' ov * their Daddy Come • Baddy, Rosalie . , , Ruby.”

Tnnsa le U T niverslty wi " be held Tuesday, June 13. The i 9 Adams county students at Indiana are: Berne: Ralph McClain. Decatur: Josephine Archbold, Della Boerger (nurses’ training ' school, Indianapolis), James Burk, Harry Dailey, Enos Crfll, James Engeler, Rosamund Hoagland (nurses’ training school, Indianapolis), allace Miner, Eric Namnan, Richard Schug, Frances Walker (nurses’ training school, Indianapolis), and Harold Zwick (medical school, Indianapolis). Geneva: Eugene Fields (dental school. Indianapolis), Gilbert Glendening, Ruby Miller, and Warren Munro. Monroe: Silvon Meyer. Purdue students from Adams county include: Decatur: J. A. J. Bilderback, sophomore in the school of Science; I’. J. Frosch, junior in! the school nf Electrical Engineering; VV. M. Klepper sophomore in the school of Science; L. J. bitterer. freshman in the school of Electrical Engineering. Geneva: H. L. Brown, senior in the school of Electrical Engineering; L. L. Glendening. freshmen in the school of electrical engineering; C. I. Kizer, sophomore in the school of electrical engineering. Berne: H. Eichenberger, senior in the school of electrical engi-

But the two fat little girls in rompers were too busy chasing each other round and round the kitchen. Hang— Rosalie bumped her head. Her piercing scream rang out. “I knew you'd do it!” Eunice cried. “What did Mama tell you? Poor precious. . . .” Slap—she reached out and boxed Ruby’s ear smartly. “Didn’t I tell you not to play tough? Didn’t I—didn’t I?” And now they were both shrieking. The baby in the bedroom woke up and cried lustily too. The partot in the cake on the floor guzzled her bread and squawked. “Billie! Billie . . . awk . . . awk . . . Billie! Gracious—late again!" Joan stood bewildered, .bolding tight to Mrs. Martin’s little red hand. Bill’s mother was the only one who was real, the others were just people out of a nightmare, a terrible, mixed up nightmare. , . . “What are we going to do?” she kepi repeating dully. “We’ve got to do something—” “I’m tryin’ to think,” the old lady said at last, “but seems like there’s something wrong with my head. I never had any trouble like this before ... all kinds of bad luck, but nothin’ like this.” The tears were streaming down her face again. “Bill was always such a good boy, never any trouble . . . and now he’s —in jail—” “Oh, Ma, don’t carry on so!” Eunice shrilled above the racket. “Milt and I feel as bad as you do—" “He shouldn’t have been speeding—and he wouldn’t have got caught!” Milt broke in harshly. Joan blanched. Her hand flew to her throat, nervously. It was true —it was her fault Bill was in jail. He was coming to her, fast as the wind. If he hadn’t been speeding to her, they wouldn’t have stopped him, wouldn’t have known what was in the milk cans.... She couldn’t take her eyes off Milt’s little piercing black ones. They were boring right into her reading her mind. .. . His long yellow finger was pointing at her too. . . . “Say - how did you know about all this, eh? He was trying to finish the run, and see you—eh? After ten o’clock at night, eh? Pretty late—” L . “Milt!” Eunice cried sharply. “It’s Miss Van Fleet’s niece, I tell you! Are you crazy, Milt? Talk.ng like that—” she turned to Joan, her voice like honey. “You mustn't mind him Miss —Miss—” “Hastings.” “Miss Hastings — he’s nearly crazy with that tooth of his, and all our trouble. You must excuse him. And excuse the kitchen, too. I didn’t get around to cleaning it this week, with Mama laid up, too. and all—- “ Oh. but he’s quite right, Joan said in her clear, honest voice. He was coming to see me—-that s how I knew something had happened. They all stared at her. To think of Bill, going with Miss Van Fleet a niece! “Well!" Eunice said, gustily. “The rich Van Fleets. . . Well!” Old Mrs. Martin mopped her eyes and looked at Joan again. With trembling fingers she smoothed the thin gray hair drawn so tightly into the little hard walnut at the hack of her head. She smiled up at Joan proudly, and said. “He's bright too Pill jgf” Now the man was talking again. "Bail-maybe Miss Hastings could help out. if she’s an old friend of Bill’s.” “You mean—money? He licked his lips nervously. d take care of all that myself,' just at the present—financially embarrassed. .. . , , His gimlet eyes were boring into her again. “We are too—-financially embarrassed,” she said Y“But do you mean —that money would get Bill out He nodded. “Money will get anybody out—of anything. “But I only have twelve dollars, left over from my ticket. ™ow much?” She cried eager’y. “Tell me—quick —how much. “Oh fifty anyway“I’ll go home and see. 1 think 1 hope -Oh I know I can get the money! I’ll be right back-wait-She ran all the way way up the high, dusty hilL Her face was scarlet, her breath was coming in terrible, aching r “ sl ’ es ; her bright hair clung close to her fare in tight, wet curls. She burst into the dining room,

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neering. Monroe: W. H. Fricke, freshman in the school of chemical engineering. —o exercises at SCHOOL FRIDAY FROM PAGE ONE) Heimann, Dorothy F. LaFontaine, Margaret R. Rumschlag, Mary Catherine Leonard, Mildred E. Teeple, Mary Jane Colchin, Dolores Marie Klepper, Mary C. Ulman, Julius J. Baker, George J. Schultz, Jerome H. Miller, Edward’ L. Wait, Edwin F. Hess, Roman A. Lengerich, Mark E. Schurger, Ambrose J. iSlpangler. Candidates for the eighth grade diplomas are: Alice, Baker, Virginia Borns, Mary Agnes Bentz, Marjorie Brown. Monica Colchin, Martha Jane Foos, Mary Catherine Holthouse, Naomi Lengerich, Frances Loshe, Loreto Rose Lose, Esther Meyer, Genevieve Ripberger, Esther Rumschlag, Mary Martha Terveer. Josephine Wolpert, Margaret Wolpert, Anthony Baker, Charles Cook. Robert Eyanson, Raymond Geimer. Herman Hain, Vincent Lengerich, Raymond Teeple, Josephine Tricker, FrederMeyer, Richard Reed, Anthony ick Voglewede, Walter Hendricks. o Dance Tonight Sunset.

holding her side and panting. “Can I have my ticket to sell—will you let me have my ticket?” Heeley was just bringing in the coffee. She held it poised, dangerously, over Aunt Babe’s head. Her jaw dropped. “For the land Bakes —what happened?" “Go and wash your face this minute!” Aunt Evvie commanded. “What do you mean by coming to breakfast looking like that?” Joan took a step toward the door, when she wheeled defiantly. “I haven’t got time. Listen—Aunt Ewie—listen—l’m in a terrible hurry—l’ve got to get—” “You’ve got to clean yourself up before you talk to rat!” Erde thundered. Aunt Babe pulled Evvie’s skirt. “She’s sick—delirious—don’t you see, Evvie? It's the excitement. Joan—let me see your tongue!” Evvie reached over and touched Joan’s hot hand. “Fever! Heeley get my thermometer, will you? Joan—for heaven’s sake— sit down. Don’t wiggle. If you’re sick, you’re sick—though what we’re going to do about your ticket. . . I’ll have to go over myself I guess .. . and wire Belle ... of course this had to happen today, of all days—” “Aunt Evvie,” Joan burst out desperately, “I’m not sick. I’ve been running, that’s all. I need money—terribly—” “Money!” Babe cried. “Ewie—what— ’’ “Will you let me tend to this, Babe? The child is raving. Joan, will you sit down? I suppose I’ll have to get a doctor —” With a tremendous jerk Joan freed herself from Evvie’s restraining hand. She was still panting, but she managed to talk more coherently now. “Listen! You don’t understand. I’ve been to Bill’s house—” “Bill—who’s Bill?” “Bill Martin. We’re engaged. We’re going to be married—” “Now I knew you’re crazy. Joan Hastings. Engaged! Where did you ever meet any young man to get engaged to—” “He’s—the boy who cleans the car—” “My car? Joan! To think of a niece of mine looking at a greasy—” “I love him, I tell you! We’re engaged. Aunt Evvie. I don’t care whether anybody in the whole world likes it or not. We are. And he's in trouble, and I need the money—to get him out—” “Don’t talk nonsense. Engaged indeed. Get him out of what—” “Jail! He’s innocent but they think he isn’t. I want my ticket to sell, for the bail money. You’D have to let me. I’m not going away now. It’s no use looking that way Aunt Evvie—l’m not going—l’m going to work —” “That’s enough.” Evvie’s fist struck the table heavily. “No more of this maudlin talk. Love--bah—-puppy love. I’m disgusted with you. A garage man that can’t keep out of jail. Now wash your face. You’re going to Philadelphia all right, and I pity Belle from the bottom of my heart, getting you— *’ “Aunt Evvie, you don’t understand. He needs me—l’ve got to have the money. You don’t understand—we belong to each other. You can’t separate us now!” “You can’t separate us now I" Where had she heard that before? Another girl, another slim, goldhaired girl, saying that. . . Veronica ... Babe remembered, too. Her fascinated eyes stared curiously at Joan. “You —you're your mother all over again. I can see it!” she cried chokingly. “No!” Evvie thundered. No. Babe!” , J c Joan's head went back defiantly —she met Babe’s gaze proudly, steadily. Evvie stood up trembling. ‘Joan, your Aunt Babe thinks ... I can t say it ... she thinks—" “I don’t care what she thinks. 1 must have the ticket money—l must!” . DV , > “Joan, tell your Aunt Babe, Joan —give me your word—” “I can’t—oh won’t you see that I’ve got to have the money fnr him, and it isn’t puppy love?" Joans sea-green eyes were desperate, bbe clutched at Ewie s sleeve. We belong to each other—for always. (To Be Continued Tomorrow)

DELEGATES TO WORLD MEETING SET SAIL TODAY (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) ation caused much speculation, was named by the White House as seexcutive officer of the delegation. Other members of the party were announced as follows: Financial adviser—James P. Warburg, banker and economist. Legal adviser—Fred K. Nielsen, former solicitor of the state department wllb has represented the United States on numerous internafibnal commissions. Chief technical adviser —Herbert Feis, state department economist. Technical advisors — Rexford G. Tugwell, assistant secretary of agriculture and member of the president's so-called “brain trust”; Frederick E. Murphy, Minneapolis publisher; Henry Chalmers, Victor S. Clark, Edmund E. Day, Frank J. De'any, Walter R. Gardner, George C. Haas, Harry C. Hawkins, Henry Morgenuthau, Sr.. Charles W. Taussic, Benjamin B. Wallace, Leslie A. Wheeler, and James Wilson. Murphy, Morgenthau and Haas are in Europe now. having represented this country in preliminary discussions at Geneva on means of improving wheat pMces. The White House said the list of American representatives going to London was still incomplete. The United States will press at

WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR. Joan Hastings, seventeen and beautiful, lives with two old maiden aunts in a house long run to seed. Joan, lonely and impressionable. falls in love with Bill Martin, whose social status is far beneath her own. The aunts plan to send her away to school. Bill is arrested, the innocent victim of a bootlegging gang, and Joan frantically asks her aunts for her railroad ticket so she can sell it to obtain money to bail him out. Joan confesses her love for Bill. NOW GO ON 'WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER XI. The things that Aunt Ewie said were lost on Joan. She hardly heard them. Just a word here and there “. , . disgrace . . . after all we’ve done for you .. . brought you up so carefully . . . sacrificed . . . a common greasy mechanic . . . Jailbird . , What did it matter what Ewie said? What did it matter what anyone said? Nothing mattered but Bill . . . and Bill was in prison and nobody to help . . . Her back was against the wall. Nothing left to lose, everything to gain. She fought as she had never fought before in all her seventeen dominated years. She had defied Aunt Ewie, smashed her power. She’d die fighting, fighting her way to Bill, and then they’d be married, and go off somewhere together . . . hand in hand .. . they two, against the world . . . Even when she knew that Aunt Evvie wouldn’t give up the ticket she didn’t despair. There was twelve dollars, she'd take that . . . borrow the rest somewhere ... maybe Captain Horner . . . Aunt Ewie saw she was losing. Joan was slipping through her fingers. Escaping her. She was deaf to reason, deaf to threats, she had no pride to sear ...

“Very well,” she said at last. Her rumbling bass was ominous quiet. “I’ve done my best. Now, I give up.” Joan’s mouth that had been set and stony, ■ twitched. She leaned against the wall, suddenly tired, more tired thr.n she had even been before. The floor seemed to rock under her feet, a dozen blackbrowed Aunt Evvies went whirling under her drooping eyes. “I’m so-so sick!” she said in a small, surprised voice. “You’ll be sicker before I’m through with you. And it's your own fault. You were going East to Belle, s good, fortunate girl. Now i you’ve made that impossible. You’re j still going ” “I’m not!” Joan fought the dizziness to snap the answer still dei fiantly. „ _ “All right (hen, you’re not,” Evvie’s tone was ominously quiet again. “I shall not argue. You made one choice for yourself, now there is just one more left for you i to make. Either you go to Belle | with a letter which I consider it my duty to write her, or you go to the reform school. Take your choice. ’ “I won’t go—you can’t make me!” _ . “You can't fight her, Ewie—she’s like Veronica, ’’ Babe wliis--1 pered. “Oh, be reasonable, sister. Don’t you see she doesn’t care? No pride . . . like Veronica. Oh please, we don't want another scandal . . . Evvie, where are you going?” “I am going," Evvie said, ‘to send for someone from the Juvenile Court. Thank heaven, Joan is still under age.” “Evvie —you wouldn t— Babe quavered. “Oh. Evvie!" There was no mistaking Evvies purpose. It showed in every line of her set, square jaw. every inch of her stiff tailored shirt-waist and uncompromising black alpaca skirt. Ewie made no idle threats. Out of her old-fashioned pocket ! shs pulled a little fat. gold watch. “It is five minutes past eight," she 1 said. “L wiU give Joan three minutes to make her choice. If I’m going to be disgraced by your conduct,

London for two things principally: stabilization of currencies, whose fluctuations now hamper world trade; and lowering of tariffs, import restrictions and other similar commercial barriers. o WRECKS CAUSE SEVEN DEATHS (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) were returning from a buying trip to St. Joseph, Ky. The three Lexington men were returning home after witnessing the 500-mile race at Indianapolis. 3 At Indianapolis Indianapolis, May 31— <U.R) — Holiday motor accidents claimed three lives in Indianapolis yesterday. Three others were in a critical condition today in City hospital. Ralph Whitmire, 20, and Miss .Margaret Jones, 19, both of Indianapolis, were killed almost instantly when Whitmire’s car crashed into a utility pole after a collision. George M. Spencer, Muncie, driver of the other car in the collision, was exonerated by police. Homer Leatherman, 23, Anderson, died of injuries suffered when his car overturned on an interurban .grade crossing. His wife, Mrs. Geraldine Leatherman, 22; Mrs. Mildred Massey, wife of Edward Massey, driver of the car,

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I’m going to be disgraced ooing my duty Either you give me your word of honor to go quietly to the train without attempting to see this —this person again—or at eight minutes past eight I shall take the first step to ... to have you brought before the Juvenile Court." Hesivy eyed, hardly comprehending at first, Joan looked from one to the other. Reform School. Then she would be powerless to help Bill ~ . separated ... never to meet again . . . The fat gold watch ticked off the seconds. Aunt Evvie shifted impatiently. Now that her mind was made up she was anxious to be off, have it over with. Would the girl ever speak? And just before the minute hand came to the little dot that was the eight minute mark, Joan surrendered. Complete, ignominous, unconditional surrender. “I’ll go on the train,” she said,

iiimßWiimi Bill was in prison and nobody to help . . .

so low that Aunt Ewie wasn’t sure she heard aright. “What’s that. Speak up.” “I said I’ll go on the train.” "Without trying to see that—that jailbird again?” Joan nodded. The tears that gushed from her despairing eyes choked and blinded her. Paroxysms of hoarse, racking robs shook her, as Evvie’s heavy hand ached to do. “And you will go quietly, and not make any trouble?” “Yes—” “Then for mercy’s sake, go wash your face!” Ewie concluded savagely. “Standing there crying like that—without even trying to coyer your face ... I declare I don’t think you have any pride or decency at all!” Ewie was not a generous victor. Joan groped her way out of the room. She had no answer. Neither had she any pride . . . nothing . . . but love, for Bill . . . * * * There wasn’t a minute to lose. They had to get the eleven o’riock boat to connect with the Overland train from San Francisco. Evvie wanted to be there early. She had her stiff black hat, and her new veil with the black dots, on already. “Hurry! Hurry!” she called, impatiently. “Move! Dear me, but you’re slow!” Joan's numb fingers were all thumbs. When she forced her tired feet into the brown oxfords that she was so proud of yesterday, she could hardly tie the laces. The little stiff white shirt-waist, looking like a younger sister of Aunt Evvie’s stiffer one, rattled starchily over her shoulders, and she couldn’t find the collar button. “Hurry! Joan—l declare you’re trying to be exasperating!" But Joan only looked at her vacantly, and in the end Ewie had to put the new round straw hat on her head, and button the square little tweed coat over the white waist. They got into Evvie’s chugging car. Heeley was leaning out of the kitchen window, wiping red hands

and Dobson Pigg, 21. Vincennes, riding with them, were reported in a critical condition. Massey was injured only slightly. 0 HOSPITAL NOTES Dale Heckley of Crafevilte is a medical patient at the Adams County Memorial Hospital. Mrs. Walter Rhodes of Ohio City, Ohio, underwent « major emergetaicy operation at the local hospital Saturday. A minor operation was performed on Mrs. Forest Owens, 1120 West Madison street, at the Adams County Memorial Hospital Saturday. Mrs. Alvin T. Hawikins Route 4, Decatur, submitted to a major operation at the Adams County Memorial Hospital this morning. Harve Stevens of Elin street is a medical patient at the local hospital. A major emergency operation was performed tihis morning on Thurman Baker, Route 3, Berue, at the Adams County Memorial Hospital. o Peonp Festival At Van Wert June 4-9 The •second acnual Peony Festival will be held at Van Wert, Ohio, June 4 to 9 inclusive. Miss Betty Sampsell will reign over the festival. The peony show for amateur

on a blue apron. She waved a skinny wrist. But Aunt Babe, on the front porch, felt too ill to wave. She just stood there, watching the car disappear down the hill. She had made up her mind to have another “nervous spell.” The little brown trunk that had been Grandfather Van Fleet’s bad gone on ahead. There was just the little handbag for Joan to carry. Aunt Ewie parked the car, took the key out carefully, and dropped it into her purse. “Come, come—the ferry is in. Joan —move!” So they got on the ferry. They passed Alcatraz Island . . . that bleak prison on the rocks above the sea. “Where are the other prisons —for people who aren’t soldiers or sailors?” she asked very low. 1 “I don’t know—now you stop i mooning about that!” They passed the docks, where ■ foreign ships lay moored with cables, that glittered in the sun. Now , they were passing the river boats,

now they were coming into the slip. The clock on the Ferry Buildins showed ten minutes past ten. “Now you sit here, and wait!” Aunt Evvie said sternly when they were off the ferry, and in the ladies’ waiting room, near the telephone booths. Joan sat, very quietly, in the exact spot Aunt Evvie picked oat, with the little bag at her feet. You would hardly have recognized her for the flaming, joyous, golden thing who stood with flying skirts on the windy, sun-kissed hill, with arnw outstretched to Bill. She was a light gone out. A mere ghost of a girl, with a pathetic sensitive mouth, and dark t ragic eyes that ill matched the round school girl hat with its little fluttering ribbon bow. She might ‘have run away in those few moments Evvie was gone, but she had a better idea. She kept turning it over in her mind. It was the one thing that kept her from absolute despair. Trains stopped on the way, and the first time this train stopped, she’d get off . .. and come back ... to Bill . . . “Come —it’s time to go!” Aunt Ewie was back. With her was a square-set. sweet faced woman in a long blue coat.. “So this is the little girl?” thr lady said. Joan stood up. “This is Mrs. Marden, Joan. She is from the Traveller’s Aid and she is going on your train. She’ll take care of you." "My berth is right next to yours. Isn’t that nice?” Mrs. Marden smiled. The train was crowded. It was hot, too. Joan crouched in her '■inirr. look ing steadily out of the window with dim, unseeing eyes. The California country sped by. Cnttle. Farms Chicken ranches, with blue-aproned women scattering feed to white hens. Rivers. Tulle land. Sun. Every turn of the wheels w»i taking her further from Bill. Every I minute measured nearly a mile j she’d have to walk back. I (To Be Continued Tomorrow)

New Occupation of Rhineland May Follow Hitler’s Defiance * * * * * * War Clouds Gather Over Europe as Nazi Statesmen Rattle the Sabre and Chancellor Persists in Determination to Re-arm Reich. r flH —x- -> -I ! ' 1 l MB s ir . h Alfred < K, JoHKr / / Rosenberg ? Icologne ~~ \ \ JVcOBLINZ ■ > \ -'Ya ■ !■ Xf '■ I \ SAAR -1 Stvi T7-ERDAMD m Franz von Papen Shaded Area Threatened I 1 vith Allied Occupation. “It must never happen again" was the phrase most heard after the World War as statesmen and leaders of every shade of thought throughout the world condemned war as a means of settling international difficulties. Yet today in London, Paris and Berlin the hectic days that preceded the conflagration of 1914 are recalled. In France and England headlines ask: “War or Peace? Germany Rattles the Sabre, ’ and in Germany there prevails a sullen tenseness, similar to that of 19 years ago when Kaiser Wilhelm was seeking a place in the sun. At the root of the present situation is Chancellor Adolf Hitler’s avowed determination to re-arm Germany in defiance of the Versailles Treaty, which, if carried through, may result in the reoccupation of the Rhineland by an allied army of occupation. An idea of how high feeling has run may be gauged by the reception given to Dr. Albert Rosenberg, Hitler’s special envoy, in London. Cold-shouldered on all sides, denounced in the House of Commons by Sir John Simon, Rosenberg returned to Germany after the wreath he had placed on the monument to Britain’s war dead had been taken and thrown in the River Thames. On the other side. Vice Chancellor Franz von Papen added fuel to the blaze by announcing in a speech at Munster that “German mothers must give themselves to the bearing of children and fathers must fall on the battlefields to assure a future for their sons." Observers believe that Germany'*) attitude means the wreck of the Geneva disarmament conference and that of the four-power pact recently proposed by Premier Mussolini of Italy. War clouds are again over Europe.

growers will open Monday, June i 5 and a cup will be presented by th? Pet? y Queen during the evening to the winners in the advanced amateur class. A number of interesting events have been planned for each day of the show. Dance Tonight Sunset. ADAMS THEATRE Tonight and Thurs. 10-15 c “TOPAZE” with JOHN BARRYMORE and MYRNA LOY When Topaze learned that his j good name had been used to pro- ' mote a fraud, he had to choose j between the woman of his heart, i purchased with dirty money . . . or a reeking prison cell with public disgrace. He thought it over and did what you or 1 would do. -ADDEDComedy and Organlogue. Coming—“RASPUTIN”

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THE CORT WEI). - THURS. IOC BARBARA STANWYCK in “THE BITTER TEA l OF GENERAL YEN” with Nils Ast her. Toshia Moria, Gavin Gorden East meets West in this dynamic I story of the Chinese War Lord j and the Now England Girl I Thrills, laughs and great romance I in this dramatic sensation of the I year, Also “Norther Exposure” | Gorgeous All Technicolor Musical * Comedy and Micky Mouse. Sun.-The New’ Glamorous CLARA BOW “Call Her Savage.”