Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 31, Number 139, Decatur, Adams County, 13 June 1933 — Page 2

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CLASSIFIED ADVERTISEMENTS, BUSINESS CARDS, AND NOTICES • « FOR SALE FOR SALE —New and last years’ Frigidaires at bargain prices. August Walter, Frigidare dealer, 254 No. Second St. 109-ts i FOR SALE —Day old and started Chicks. 1000 E. W. Leghorns i and 500 White Rock. Real quality i chicks at bargain prices while • they last. Come and see them or [ call at once. Decatur Hatchery, Phone 497, Decatur, Ind. 139t3 ! FOR SALE —Baby chicks will grow if fed on Beco Chidk starter with ! cod liver oil or Burk's Big Chick Starter. $2.00 per 100 pounds. Burk [ Elevator Company, telephone 25. 109-ts | FOR SALE —Fresh cow, will sell with or without calf. Ed S. Moses, 4 miles east of Decatur. FOR SALE —1 sow and 6 pigs. I Phone 837 T after 6p. m. 139-3 t [ WANTED WANTED Canners, cutters and fat cattle j Springer and fresh cows. Anybody ! having cattle to sell, call phone : 274. Wm. Butler. 109a30t6-12 j WANTED — Experienced man for | separator work on threshing ma- i chine , and to handle tractor. Call ( 76 Monroe. k-138-3tx [ WANTED —To buy a work horse. ! J. G. Baltzell, R. R. 5, Decatur. I 139t3x WE WANT —Rags, Paper, Metal, 1 Scrap Iron and Wool. The Maier . Hide and Fur Co. 710 W. Monroe St. Phone 442. June 9-12-13 I ~ FOR RENT FOR RENT—Rooms at 216 North ! First Street Mrs. Belle Ptiillfps. -131-12 t: FOR RENT —-Two nice sleeping! rooms, rent reasonable. Mrs.! Bertha Ellis, 105 S. Second st., I opposite court house. 137tf FOR RENT—S room modern house | South First St . 5 room modern apartment with furnace, South ! First St.; 5 room Modem flat, fur- ! nished, Mercer Avenue. Call 79, or I 413. Mercer avenue. 139-31 j Defacement “It angers me, when enjoying r boot from the public library, to find It defaced by scribbling," writes a i correspondent. An old grievance, I About 2.500 years ago a king wrote on his clay tablet: "Whoever shall steal this tablet or write his name on it, may the gods overthrow hint In auger!" o Large Newspaper Collection W!hit is said to b<» the larges’ j collection of newspapers in the j wertd h-i« been opened to the public tn a newspaper museum at Alx-la-Chapelle, Germany. Among its collection <."f 150.000 newspapers I are curiosities from all o-.gr the world, including an Eskimo paper ; from the middle of last century. APPOItTMKVT OF EXECt TOM Xo 301 S Notice is hereby given. That the' undersigned lias been appointed Executor of the estate of Celest Dold I late of Adams county, deceased. The estate is probably solvent. Christ Hilty, Executor <'. 1., M alters, tttoruev Jurae 13, 1933 June 13-20-27 Appvititment of Administrator No. 3017 Notice is hereby given, That the undersigned has been appointed Administrator of the estate of Rosetta Haugk late of Adams County, deceased. Title estate is probably solvent. Henry <l. Haugk Administrator Lenhart. Heller A selinrger. Mtyw June 1:1, 1933 June 1 3-20-27 i Remembers Napoleon < ' S i ' - ■ Born in 1805, Senora Martina De Lt Rosa, of Santa Ana, Cal., is still hale, hearty and in possession of all her faculties.. The 128-year-old woman can recall the conquests of Napoleon, the accession of Texas ana ether historical events of her young days.

MARKETREPORTS — I DAILY REPORT OF LOCAL AND FOREIGN MARKETS — BERNE MARKET Corrected June 13 No commlsßioE ana no yardage. 250 to 325 lbs .’...... $4.35 I 170 to 250 lbs $4.30 • 140 to 170 lbs. $4 00 1 100 to 140 lbs $3.25 , Roughs $3.50 ! Stags $1.50 i Vealera $4.75 j Spring Lambs $6.25 Fort Wayne Livestock Hog market steady: 250-350 lbs. i $4.50; 200-250 lbs. $4.40; 170-200 I lbs. $4.30; 140-170 lbs. $4.10; 100- \ 140 lbs. $3.60; roughs $3.75; stags ! $2.50; calves $5; spring lambs, $7.50. Cattle market —Steers: good to choice $5-5.50; medium to good. $4.50-5; common to medium $3.50- , 4.50; heifers: good to choice $5- ‘ 5.50: medium to good $4.50-5; common to medium $3.50-4.50; cows: good to choice $3-3.50; medium to good $2.50-3; cutter i i cows $2-2.50; canner cows sl-2; [ • bulls: good to choice $3-3.50; I medium to good $2.75-3. East Buffalo Livestock Hogs: on sale-1,100; bulk of j supply holdover pigs and underI weights, most bids on scattered I i sales steady with Monday’s aver- ! I age; asking unevenly higher; few I . desirable 180 to 240 lbs. $5; hold-1 j ing better lots around $5.10; mixed weights and plain quality lots around $4.65-4.85; few 130 to 145 [ , lbs.. $4.15-4.25. Cattle receipts 25; few common i . steers, steady $5; low cutter and J cutter cows $1.85-2.50. Calf receipts 100; vealers un- [ changed; good to choice $5.50; I I sparingly $6; common and medium I $4.50-5.25. j Sheep receipts 100; lambs nom- | inally steady: few plain yearlings ; and ewes $4.75. CHICAGO GRAIN CLOSE July Sept. • Dec. (Wheat 77% -79% .81% ! Corn .45% .48% .51% • Oats .28% .30% .32 LOCAL grain market Corrected June 13 — I No. 1 New Wheat, 50 Tbs. or I bolter 67c I No. 2 New Wheat 58 lbs. 65c i Oats ..._ 22c Soy Beans 35c to 75c i [ White or mixed Corn 48c ! Good Yellow corn IZc | ( Rye 26c \ o Test Your Knowledge [ Can you answer seven of these i test questions? Turn to page ] Four tor the answers. « 4 1. Name the two largest cities in i Wales. 2. Who composed “Annie Laurie" ■ 3. Who wrote “The Scarlet LetI ter?” 4. What is a colossus? 5. Who was John Stuart Mill? 6 On a battleship what is a turret? 7. Which Governor of New York was impeached and removed from office? 8. Why must all bills for raising revenue originate in the House of Representatives? 9. Os which Pope was Lu-crezia I Borgia the natural daughter? ( 10. Who was Bob Fitzsimmons? 1. On what body of water is the 1 seaport of Coion, Panama? 2. How was the length of a mile determined? 3. In what state is the city of Tulsa? 4. Who used the pea name “Uncle I Remus?" Has the U. S. Marine Corps sever enlisted Negroes? 6. Whi t is the name for a row [of columns supporting an entaJb- | lature? 7. Wlk> were the Milesians 8. Through what mountains does i the Mo:t Cenis Tunnel run? 9. When was Oklahoma admitted ' to the Union as a State? 10. What is the Spanish title of the waltz, “Over the Wives." N. A. BIXLER optometrist Eyes Examined, Glasses Fitted. HOURS: 8:39 to 11:39 12:30 to 5:00 Saturdays, 8:00 p. m. Telephone 136 S. E. BLACK FUNERAL DIRECTOR I Because of our wide experience i in conducting funerals we are ; I able to give perfect service at a I very reasonable cost. II Dignified But Net Costly. 11 500—Phones—727 1 Lady Asst. Ambulance Service

PETERSON NEWS Mr. and Mrs. Martin Fruchte and daughter and Mr. and Mrs. Henry Fruchte and daughter calle 1 on Mr. and Mrs. Henry Briefer -Sunday evening.' Donald Bentz who has been spending a. few weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Straub returned to his home at 'lndianapolis Sunday. Mrs. Mabie Marshell and son

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WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR. Lovely Joan Hastings lives a secluded life with her two stern, old aunts, Evvie and Babe Van Fleet, in Sausalito, California. She falls in love with Bill Martin, young mechanic. Learning this. Aunt Evvie sends Joan away to Pennsylvania tc school. Enroute, Joan slips off the train and goes to Bill’s home only to find that he left town without leaving an address. She did not know Bill Rad gone to see her and Evvie upbraided him, saying if he loved Joan he would give her up and not try to find her as he had nothing to offer her. Joan settles in San Francisco unknown to her aunts. She boards with goodnatured Mrs. Maisie Kimmer. Bill, in the meantime, is befriended by Rollo Keyes, wealthy playboy. Rollo's father, believing Bill may have a good influence on his son, gives him a position where he learns surveying. He does not try to get in touch with Joan as he wants to be a success before he goes to her. Joan believes Bill no longer cares. Maisie’s daughter, Francine de Guitry, gives Joan a position modeling wedding gowns in her exclusive Maison Francine. She is an instant success. Mrs. Curtis Barstow, wealthy patron of the Maison Francine, asks Joan to tea. Curtis Barstow, the son, arrives home unexpectedly and Joan's hostess is anxious to have her leave. It is obvious she ' does not care to have her son know Joan, but he insists upon driving her home. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. 1 CHAPTER XXII . When Curtis suggested driving home byway of the Park “for a I little air,” Joan just nodded. There : was a strength about him, a quiet i smiling determination ... no use i fighting it, and besides, it didn’t i matter. At the door he waited, barehead- 1 ed, smiling, while she searched for the key. “And when am I going to see yofl ' again?” Joan thought of Mrs. Barstow. Hilda. Everything. “I always stay home and study at night,” she said j quickly. Too quickly. “Poor child!” he murmured, j “We’ll have to put a stop to so much ’ work. All work and no play! Good- i night—hope you’re better in the i morning!” He was gene, but he would come ’ back. Joan knew that he would, > and she didn’t know whether she ' was glad or sorry. She tried to 1 think it out, but the headache came 1 back. She crept into bed, shivering All night, in her dreams, she ran, [ stumbling, falling, crying. Trying ! to get away from Hilda, a Hilda ! who never stumbled, never grew tired of running. And when she fell exhausted, clutching at someone who seemed to be Bill he turned [ into Curtis Barstow, and Hilda was Mr". Barstow, running, running ~ ' She woke up sobbing. • • * The Van Fleet pride. Afint Evvie said Joan had none of it, but I that was n the spring, when she i had love instead. It came back to i her now’, that same fierce pride that made Aunt Evvie lie to Hilda Sedg- < wick’s mother and say, “Certainly, we know Joan is in San Francisco!” ; and stare her out of countenance. As the days slipped by and the word she dreaded did not come, Joan tossed her tawny head and squared her supple shoulders. Let Hilda Sedgwick go and blab all she wanted to! And suddenly she wanted new clothes—lots of them. Chiffon hose, silk lingeries, one thing led to another. Manicures, French powder—“Of course, you were always pretty, dearie,” Maisie said, “but you gotta hand it’to Fanny. She’s made a beauty out of you!” And to her friend Mis’ Harvej’ she added, “Must be a new man on the horizon!” Was it really the "n«w man” that made her want so much to be beautiful now? Was it for Curtis Barstow that she brushed her soft hair till it lay in big waves of burnished gold? Was it for him that she bought the smart, expensive frocks? Joan hardly knew. She lived in a

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spent Monday in Bloomington. Mr. and Mrs. Melvin Abbott of Bluffton spent the week end with Mr. and Mrs. N. W. Abbott. Mr. and Mrs. Sam Howard of Decatur and Mr. and Mrs Wm. Bryan a'nd son of Roanoke called on Mr. and Mrs. Frank Spade Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Mann spent Sunday in Decatur. Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Jolrr.sou spent Sunday evening with Mr. and Mrs.

state of feverish energy now. She wanted to be busy every moment. There must be no time to think. Curtis gave her friendliness, and she took it gratefully. When the day’s work was over, and a long, empty evening stretched ahead, there he was, suggesting a play. When Sunday came and Maisie went out for her regular afternoon visit with Mis’ Harvey, Curtis’ car was ready to catry her off to the summer countryside, where the air was sweet with drying grass, and bees and butterflies blundered against the windshield in the drowsy sun. Once a baby rabbit, scampering through the park, brought the sudden happy tears to her eyes. Why? Why did it make her all glowing and alive to see a baby cotton-tail go hopping across her path? And then she remembered. Once when she was walking with Bill, in the hills, home. Home. The green and gold hills of Marin. Bill’s little house down in the hollow . . . not even the Van Fleet pride could kill the old longing. the old hunger and desire. A dark head in the crowd ... it couldn’t be, she knew it couldn’t be Bill . . . but she’d follow, dashing ahead of automobiles, pushing pedestrians aside. Hope dies so hard. Perhaps Bill did write for her letters, and his letter went astray. Perhaps, he was so sure there weren’t any that he never wrote for them. Perhaps, if she went to see Mrs. Martin . . . When she couldn’t fight against it any longer, she went. “When she tells me all over again that he’s never even mentioned my name I’ll be satisfied, maybe. I’ll be able to settle down again—forget—” Old Captain Horner’s little woolly dog came yapping down the dusty road to meet her. Her heart melted. She stooped and clasped him, struggling paws, wagging tail, bark and all, in her arms. “Say! Where ya goin’ with my dog?” A ragged youngster dropped his fishing line, and glowered. “Your dog! Why, it’s Captain Horner s dog!” “Oh—he’s dead.” “Dead!” “Sure. Here Tiger, here Tige!” They scampered back to the beach, the boy and the dog that had been Captain Horner’s. Joan brushed the dust from her dress, wiped her cheek where his rough red tongue had kissed it. Captain Horner .. . dead .. . She hurried now. Hurried through the dust to the little house in the hollow, near the fishery and the old saloons. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. Her hair curled damply all over her head. When she saw it, the little sunblistered house with the red geraniums blazing in the parlor window she knew what she had been afraid of. That it would be gone, gone like Captain Horner. “Why it’s Joan! Come right in!” Mrs. Martin’s wrinkled little face glowed with hospitality. “Now you take the rockin’ chair in the window where you’ll cool off, and I’ll get you a nice cool drink of water—” e The little room where the twins had played and the clothes-lines had flapped outside the window was changed. New curtains, a nejv mg, even a new rocking chair. Something had happened here. Some change. “Are you—all alone?” Joan asked, and waited, waited for what Mrs. Martin would say. “Why, yes. Didn’t I tell you Eunice is livin' over in Sao Rafael—” “Bill—is—is he—’ “Oh, Bill’s just doin’ fine. Now let me see, what did I do with that letter?” She began rummaging in her darning basket. “Seems like everything goes right in here.” Spools of black and tan and brown cotton churned under her fingers. “If I roqld find my glasses- -I guess they're in the kitchen. I’ll go get them. Here’s a couple of photographs you could be lookin’ at. This one is the twins, but Ruby moved An’ here’s one Bill sent me’. I think it’s real good—” Joan's fingers closed on it Bill. Bill in a woolly sweater and high laced boots. His hands in hi- pockets, end the wind in his dark heir The same, darling smile, . . . “Gh, my dearest!” She held the little shiny snapshot close against her cheek. “Oh, my dearest!” The min-

Grant Ball. i Mr. and Mrs. Glen Straub spent ( Sunday evening in F’reble. Miss Frances Abbott spent last Saturday in Decatur. i Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Straub 1 made a business trip to Bluffton Sunday. Eld and Mrs. J. A. Miller aai-d son of Elkhart spent Sunday evening with Mr. and Mrs. George Bright. Dance Wednesday Sunset.

utes passed. The two big tears that had gathered in her eyes splashed on her pale silk dress. “Guess where 1 found ’em?” Mrs. Martin came back chuckling. “In the cooler. I must have left them there when I went out to get the milk. An’ don’t forget to write me down your address when you go, dearie, I lost that other piece of paper I had it on. I’ll tell Bill to go and see you when he comes back.” She’d tell Bill. Ask him to go ana see her. Joan’s throat seemed to close up again, choking her, “Didn’t he—ever ask about me?” “Well, now, boys don’t ever write much in letters,” the kind old voice droned on. “But I know he’ll be real glad to see you. She said he thought he’d stay right on in the south permanent, but I guess he’ll be coming home for Thanksgiving anyway. Bill always said there was nobody like Ma for mince pie. I always made two pies on Thanksgiving, a mince and a squash—” Joan stood up. There was no use waiting any longer. It was just as she knew it would be. He hadn’t asked. He hadn’t cared. It was all over. Another girl by now most likely ... all over ... all over. Mrs. Martin stood on tiptoe and kissed her. “Come back soon, dearie,” she said. Joan smiled back bravely. “Goodbye! Goodbye!” But she knew she would never come back. Never come back to Sausalito agaia. Never stand on the high road and look across the bay to Belvedere, never see the lights twinkling on the little boats bobbing up and down in the dark water in the night. Never smell the pungent spicy smells of the tiny shrubs and weeds in the summer sun, never listen to the lap, lap, lap of the water, and the squeak of the big ferry tied to the dock. Near Captain Horner’s old boat house a woman stopped her. A dusky haired woman, with hard, dark eyes, and a drooping cupid’s bow of a mouth. Dolores Gerwin, the wife of the garage man BUI used to work for! “How do you do?” she cried. “Or maybe you don’t remember me? You’ve changed a good deal yourself. I’m Mrs. Gerwin. I understand we had a mutual friend—• “A—a what?” “A mutual friend. Bill Martin you know. He sure did my husband a bum turn. Quit without a minute’s notice. After all he did for him. I used to see him up around your place at night—” Joan paled. “Yes, I’d see him as I’d go by for my evening walk. I always thought, ‘lt’s none of my business, but if I was her, I sure wouldn’t waste my time’.” “I’m afraid I haven’t the time to waste talking about it now,” Joan said coldly. “I have to catch a boat.’’ “He was a chaser, if ever there was one. I never trusted him—never. He used to try to make up to me, but I wouldn’t look at him— I—” “I’m so sorry, but I can’t miss my boat, Mrs, Gerwin.” Not even Aunt Evvie could have been more frigidly final than Joan. Dolores watched her go. Her plump figure shook under its ruffle’ and bows and flounces of red dotted swiss. “Stuck up snob—l hate her —I hate her—” • • * Mrs. Martin, “clearing up” happily after her caller, dropped the gilt darning basket, and sent the spools and balls rattling over the floor. As she picked up Bill’s picture she thought, “Now ain't that a shame! She forgot to give me that address after all—” At the ferry building in San Francisco Joan was telephoning. “Mr. Barstow. Yes, I’ll wait for him . . . Curtis . . . I'm so lonely tonight. Would you—would you like to take me out somewhere?” Curtis Barstow’s smile lingered after he had hung up the receiver and turned to his stenographer again. He fingered the sheaf of papers on his desk, struggling to collect his thoughts. It was the first time Joan had asked anything of him. “In reply would state—" His eyes traveled upward to the '■lock. Five minutes past five. Another hour and he’d sec her, this ■ lovely golden girl he was—why not I face the fact? -falling in love with. (To Be Continued Tomorrow)

Loss of, Indiana Hard Blow to Dry Cgk J ■nr •» M i I O VOTED REPEAL (=□ WET k ESS CLAIMED BV VVETS gg? CLAIMEO DRYS A Undaunted by their setback at the poll* in Indiana the two stalwart leaders of the dry p t Mcßride and Bishop James Cannon, are carrying the fight into the South, where the repeal issue will , put to the test Indiana, previously listed as doubtful, went for repeal by two to one, causinr in the wet ranks. The asap shows bow the country now stands on the issue, with the weU honh. . victory by Christmas. pr ‘

Washiugon June 13 —The heavy vote cast tor repeal of the Eighteenth Amendment in Indiana is significant, not merely because it ; made the state the tenth to tall into the column of States lined up [ for repeal ratification, but because: in taking Indiana, the wets cap-, tured the "Hindenburg Line” of the | dry forces. I, Bursting Dykes For many weeks the most astute! .campaigners and propagandists of. the arid cause had left no stone on-1 turned to improve their position in I Indiana. Among the dry generals I who worked feverishly to strength- : en the dry dam that they hoped would hold back the wave of wet sentiment sweeping the country were the veteran F. Scott Mcßride and Bishop James Cannon. But they had less success than the little Butch boy who saved his coun- [ try with his finger. A vote of almost two to one In favor of repeal forced the dry forces to retrial and lake up a new postion, leaving the stronghold of their hopes in the hands of the exultant wet enemy. Retreat to Dixie Beaten, but in orderly retreat, their next major stand in the states below the Mason-Dixon line. There was a time when the odds would bar all in their favor down there. But the wave of wet sentiment has not spared the Solid South. Once strong for prohibition, [ Southern Democracy has chosen to make repeal a party issue, so, even i there, the drys will not be as strongly entrenched as they would wish to be. In Alabama and Arkansas, where I delegates to ratfication conventions > will be elected next month, the drys arc concentrating in force. I Confident that they can rc|y on Arkansas, which even the most optimistic wets are pessimistic about, the arid crusaders will make their most determined stand in Ala-1 bama. of which both sides are doubtful. If they are beaten in Alabama, the probability is that the drys will j also lose in the neighboring States of Mississippi, Georgia. Tennessee,! and South Carolina, where sent!- * ment is also very much of an unknown quantity. Unshaken Fortresses The States of Oklahoma and; Kansas are two of the brightest' hopes on the dry horizon, while the I more sanguine of the arid field marshals profess confidence that Nebraska, too, will swing to the dry cause, although it is now among! the doubtfuls. Two more States where they rega.d their chances as even ale Utah ami Idaho. But! in these States, the wets, too, are [ confident of victory. Battle So Far Among the States which have so i tar made their choice between pro- 1 hihition and repeal, the beet showing. from the dry viewpoint, was I in Michigan. Delaware and Indi- [ ana. The first two States went wet' by a score of three to one. while ' Indiana, the big disappointment, |

came through nearly two to one for repeal. Each one of the other seven ! States that ratified repeal did sol by majorities ranging from three I to one to nine to one. Wets Jubilant Flushed by their victory in In- I diana, wet crusaders are predict-1 ing a sweeping victory for repeal all over the country. Os the thirtyseven States where action is expected on the question before the

Public Auction I OF REAL ESTATE As 1 am located in Kansas and desiring to dispose of my will sell to the highest bidder without reserve: sale to be hrldonM premises, at 225 Rugg street, Decatur, on H MONDAY, JUNE 19th | • at 7:00 O’clock P. M. ■ 7 Room. Semi-Modera House, in good state of repair. bocatedH brick improved street; an ideal location. H Prospective bidders please call Roy Johnson, auctioneer. pointinent to see property and for further particulars. ■ TERMS—CASH. ■ Rev. Clyde A. Meyers. ownß Roy S. Johnson, auct.

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