Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 32, Number 16, Decatur, Adams County, 18 January 1934 — Page 2

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f CLASSIFIED ADVERTISEMENTS, BUSINESS CARDS, AND NOTICES FOR SALE FOR SALE — Light roan team, mares, coming 2 and 3; choice of three fresh Durham cows. Arthur Wilder, route 5, Decatur. MGStx FOR SALE —Jersey cow. 1 coming 2 year old heifer. C. B. Wolfe. 2 miles northeast of Decatur. 16-g3tx I FOR SALE! —Jenny Lind and four j poster bede, $lO each. Sprague Furniture company, 152 South Second street. Phone 199. 16g-2tx FOR SALE — Spring filled mattresses, $12.50 each while tihey last. Sprague Furniture Co., 152 S. Second, Phone 199. 14-3tx o FOR RENT FOR RENT —Six room -apartment over City News stand. Hath. Front and rear entrance. A. D. Suttles, Agt. 14-3 t FOR RENT—Fab. 1 — Modern dwelling at 215 iN. 3rd st. Eliza-! .belli Costello. 420 N. Closs st.. I phone 145. 16t3 . — 1 - ——o NOTICE —Permanents, $2; marcels 35c. and finger waves, 25c at the Homer Bittner residence, formerly the Hoagland Beauty Shop. Phone 859. 15-g3t 0 Test Your Knowledge | Can you answer seven of these tese Questions? Turn to page Four for the answers. 1. Where is the Zambezi River? 2. Who wrote “Adam Bede?'' 3. Name the greatest orator of the ancient world. 4. In which State is the Merced River? 5. In what year was the Lusitania torpedoed and sunk? ,6. Which country was the first to recognize Soviet Russia? 7. What does the Boer word veldt mean? 8. Who was the author of “Cashel Byron's Profession?’’ 9. Name the smallest of the three Scandinavian Kingdoms. 10. What was a Roman toga? COURTHOUSE Plead Not Guilty State of Indana vs Edith Hailer and Samuel Bailer, contributing to delinquency, defendants arraigned and entered not guilty pleas, released on own recognizance. State of Indiana vs. Bud Morris and Edna Morris, contributing to delinquecy. defendants arraigned and entered not guilty pleas, released on own recognizance. Real Estate Transfers Catherine E. Ehi'ger et al to George Chronister, inlot 588 in Decatur for $2,500. Lois A. Sanders to William A. Sanders, 83.76 acres of land in Washington township for sl. George B. Jones to John H. Jolies et al. 60 acres of land in Blue Creek township for sl. Clyde Butler et ux to Homer Ruhl ct ux, inlot 972 in Decatur for SI.OO. GIRL SCOUTS HOLD MEETING (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) Tyndall, Janet Schrock. Proficiency badges were presented as follows: scholarship. Kathryn Kohls. Barbara Burk, Evangeline Fuhrman, Betty Hamma, Kathryn Knapp, Helen Jean Kohls, LaVera Meyer, Martha Myers, Monica Schmitt and Anna Jane Tyndall; swimmer badge, Mary Maxine Martin, Evangeline Fuhrman. Helen Jean Kohls and Anna Jane Tyndall. Athlete, Florence Brandyberry; Needlewoman, Betty Campbell and Harriet Kunkel; Junior Citizen, Kathryn Knapp and Kathryn Kohls; Journalist, Kathryn King. Following the Court of Honor a luncheon was served by the committee. Informal initiation was held January 10 and the committee in charge was Ann Jane Tyndall, chairman, Evangeline Fuhrman, Mary Mlaxine Martini and Janet Schrock. The commitlees in charge of the arrangements for the meeting Wednesday night included: arrangements, Kathryn Kohls, chairman, Betty Campbell and Florence Brandyberry; party, Helen Jeau Kohls, chairman, Monica Schmitt, Barbara Krick and Martha Myer; Helpers, Betty Hamma, chairman, Kathryn King and Lavera Meyers. New members of the Girl Scouts transferred into the Tri Kappa troop were Kathryn Affolder and Mary Jane Beery. MILLION DOLLAR EARNERS LESS (■CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) Treasury Andrew Mellon wa* continuing and that the case was being taken up with the treasury department.

MARKETREPORTS I DAILY REPORT OF LOCAL AND FOREIGN MARKETS BERNE MARKET Corrected Jan 18 No commission and no yardage -60 to 210 lbs .. $3.50 310 to 250 lbs *3.35 250 to 300 Iba 300 to 350 lbs. *3.10 | 140 to 160 lbs. * :, -10 100 to 140 lbs $2.20 Roughs $2.25 Stags *1.25 Vealers —■ $6.25 Lambs — - s<-50 Decatur Produce Company Egg Market No. 1. dozen — No. 2. dozen —- No. 3. dozen .... —lO c EAST BUFFALO LIVESTOCK East Buffalo, N, Y„ Jan. 18.—(U.R) —Livestock: Hogs, receipts, 1,300; holdoveis. 10, active, strong to 10c over WedI nesday's average, bulk desirable. 1 I 160-210 lbs.. $4.10. one deck. $4.15; j ■220-250 lbs.. $3.75-$4; 150 lbs. down. 1 ■ $2.75-$3.75; packing sows, $2.60 $3.10. Cattle, receipts, 100; holdovers. 1 75, scattered sales common to medium steers and heifers, weak to 25c lower. $4.65-$5; few downward 1 to $4; cows unchanged, cuttter I grades, $1.65-$2.40. Calves, receipts, 75; vealers . steady; good to choice, $7.50; com- . mon and medium, $4.50-$6.50. Sheep. receipts, 200: lambs I steady, plain quality considered, few medium to good woolskins. I $7.75-$8.25; choice quoted to $8.75. i CHICAGO GRAIN CLOSE May uly Sept. I Wheat.... .89% -87% -89% i Corn .52% .54% .55% Oats 38%- .37% .36% Fort Wayne Livestock Hogs steady; 160-200 lbs. $3.55; 200-250 lbs. $3.45; 250-300 lbs. | $3.35; 300-350 lbs. $3.20; 150-160 I lbs. $3; 140-150 lbs. $2.90; 130-140 1 lbs. $2.70; 100-130 lbs. $2.40; j i roughs $2.50; stags $1.75. | Calves $6.50; western iambs SS; I native lambs $7.75. LOCAL GRAIN MARKET Corrected Jan. 18 No. 1 New Wheat. 60 lbs or better SOc No. 2. New Wheat 58 lbs. .. ........ 79c I Old Oats 34k I New Oats 32c ’ First Class Yellow Corn 58c Mixed corn 5c less Soy Beans 50v60c o First Buggy Sale In 10 Years Caused Sensation Wilmington, O. — (U.R) —The first buggy sold in this community for ! 10 years has just caused a near sensation here. When the vehicle was placed in a store window before its delivery, citizens crowded about with the awe of seeing a first airplane. The model, 1933. too, came complete with rubber tires, non-splat-ter dashboard and all other “new'’ equipment. George Ikmglas. farmer, paid $155 for the vehicle, sl7 less than asked in pre-automobile days. 0 Negroes Build Own Church Beloit. Wis. — (U.R) —The Negro congregation of the Second Methodist Episcopal church here needed a new church building, so they built it themselves. Their pastor, the Rev. Hermes Zimmerman, in work clothes, directed the work. The church, when completed, will cost about $2,000. o You’ll appreciate the savings in Teeple & Peterson’s Real Clothing Sale now goingon. Come in Friday or Saturday.

p LOANSq On Your Household 1 Goods, Radio, Auto, Etc. I With no indorsers required—just the signatures of husband and wife. Full Information without obligation. Call, write or phone. FRANKLIN SJECURITY CO. Over Schafer tfdw. Co. Phone 237 Decatur, Ind. See me for Federal Loans and abstracts of title, French Quinn Schirmeyer Abstract Company. I 1 N. A. BIXLER ’ OPTOMETRIST Eyes Examined. Glasses Fitted ” HOURS; 8:30 to 11:30 12:30 to 5:00 Saturdays, 8:00 p. tu. Telephone 135.

MOKE SHAKE-UP IS PREDICTED IN COMMITTEE (CONTINUED FltOM PAGE ONE), — — • ♦••*••• quished his committee post last fall before entering practice here. Walker is secretary of the executive council, or super cabinet, and head of the National Emergency Council, designed to coordinate emergency activities. "No one requested me io resign from tin- committee,’’ be declared.

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UHAPIKR FIFTY-SEVEN Patricia was on her feet, was struggling with the window. The curtains blew into her eyes, whipped past into the room, billowing like flying banners, stiff and wringing wot. The garden, lost in swooping darkness, was a sheet of solid rain. I Tugging, sobbing she got th- win-1 dow down and saw the neat round hole that cut the glass. A bullet hole! Someone hidden in the fury of the night had stood outside, | taken careful aim, pulled a trigger. Julian, concentrated on his cards, his white head a perfect target, had never known what struck him. He had been alive one instant, i dead the next. Who, then, had opened the window? Who had turned off the light? Where was the murderer now? As a last and final touch of horror, Patricia guessed. The murderer was in the house. Screaming she fled from the room, through the half open door into the darkI ness of the corridor, running blindly, bumping against the walls. She knew one thing only. Somehow she must reach a telephone. She darted for the living room. The storm was shrieking with a thousand tongues. As she reached i the foyer there was a roll of thunder and a flash of lightning, unearthly blue. The foyer was brilliantly illuminated and the long and curving stairs. A man was coming down the stairs, a flashlight in his hand. The girl saw him and he saw her. The man was Bill McGee. His sinister triumphant smile was the last thing Patricia saw. The walls seemed to rock inward, the floor seemed to melt be- ' neath her feet. She sighed, swayed and slid unconscious to the f100r.... Somewhere far off Patricia heard a dull and muffled engine throbbing, like the purring of a giant engine. Her head ached, ached. She opened vague eyes, tried to rise, moaned and sank back again. A bar of sunlight shone on a bright green carpet. That puzzled her. In the grayness of half-consciousness she remembered rain, pouring rain. She was about to close her eyes again when in one sickening instant it all ' came back, the scene in the card room, Julian sitting open-eyed with a bullet in his brain, her frenzied flight toward the living room, Bill McGee moving down the stairs. He was coming toward her. Where were the servants? “Annie,” screamed the girl. "Annie, Annie.” No one answered. The echoes died to brassy silence. She was quite alone. She swung her feet to the floor and somehow stood. She stared dazedly at the bed where she had lain, a strange bed, fastened to the wall. The small, cheerful, sunny room was entirely unfamiliar. The floor was swaying oddly beneath her feet. The distant throbbing too was odd. All at once she ' realized that she was aboard a boat. Tn a kind of frenzied panic she staggered to the porthole opposite. Outside was a waste of sunlit water. There was a door, locked. The girl hammered, pounded, shouted I to exhaustion. No one answered. How had she got here? Who had brought her here? Dropping to a cbair she wept in weariness and ’ bewilderment and despair. It was > a long time before she tried to ;' think it out. When she thought it • out, she felt the beginning of fear intolerable. She had fainted. It was ! Bill McGee who had brought her here. “Kidnapped,” Patricia said aloud. It was Bill McGee who had I brought her here and Bill McGee had murdered Julian Haverholt. I She felt that she was living I I through some evil dream. This could not be true. At any minute ; now Julian would be shouting at

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adding that his resignation had been submitted in writing last November. The United Press was informed at the office of the Democratic national committee that Orman H. Ewing, national committeeman from Utah, also was In practice in Washington. But he has no telephone address here and has not figured in the dinner table gossip which has swirled since March 4 about Jackson, Mullen and Kremer. There were reports, also, that Herbert Fitzpatrick. W- st Virginia

Wil ar dm ' V \ all The door opened slowly. A man stood there, a young man with a stupid brutish face whom she had never seen before.

her door, his arms full of the morning papers. Julian. He was dead, murdered. This was the morning of his triumph and he was dead. The girl bent her head and sobbed for him. Julian Haverholt had been her enemy; he had been her friend. He had given her all he knew how to give; he had tried to rob her of her heart's desire; he had loved her in the only way he knew; he had done his best to wreck her life. She had quarreled with him; she had laughed with him; she had hated him but she had been fond of him, too—all that was nothing now as the man himself was nothin&- . . .V “Julian,” she whispered m the silence, “Julian.” She was sitting very quietly, her eyes bleak and despairing, fixed upon the porthole, upon the dancing sunlit waves, when she heard the rattle of a key. Instantly she sprang to her feet and backed against the wall. The door opened slowly. A man stood there, a young man with a stupid brutish face, a man whom she had never seen before. He carried a tin tray of food. “I guess you’re hungry,” he said, calm and matter of fact. “Let me out of here,” Patricia cried and made a mad rush for the door. “That won’t do no good,” he announced indifferently and kicked to the door. He asked a second time, “Are you hungry?" “You’ve got to let me out of here. Open that door, I tell you, open that door. You can't do this to _1»» me; “What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?” he inquired, still indifferent, but grinning slightly. She stood very still. A bitter realization of the futility of any protest stopped her. Tears, hysteria, pleading, threats would never move this man. “What are you going to do about it?” he had asked her. Indeed what could she do? She sat down again. Her hands were trembling as s h e smoothed her skirt but her voice was steadier as she said: “Where are we?” Without troubling to answer, the other placed his tray upon a table, poured out a cup of tga and handed it to heri "You better drink that.” She drank the tea, she ate the burned toast, the badly cooked eggs, the strips of thick, frizzled

committeeman, might resign. He is general counsel and vice president of the Chesapeake and Ohio railroad Postmaster General Farley is under Progressive Republican tire for combining the political chairmanship of the Democratic national committee with his responsibilities as postmaster general. There have been rumors he might resign one or the other. In turning a penny at the law in Washington after resignation or other departure from htgh political

bacon, while her companion loutj£ed against the bunk watching her. “Feel better now, sister?” She said in a low, savage voice, "I’ll feel better when Bill McGee hangs for the murder of Julian Haverholt.” “I guess he won’t,” the other replied, with an odd, unexpected chuckle. "Won’t what?” she demanded sharply. “I guess Bill won’t hang this trip. Maybe, you don’t know it, but Bill, he’s smart. You’d be surprised.” Terror clutched at her heart. She felt the sweat spring into her palms and bead her forehead. She saw the man stretch a languid arm into the bunk, lift a smart pigskin bag and drop it to the floor. It was her own bag, the bag that she had packed the night before. “Aren’t you going to unpack, sister?” He added significantly, “You’ll be with us quite a spell.” The girl swallowed with a dry throat. “What does Bill want with me?” “He’ll tell you himself. He’ll come aboard at nine o’clock. Bill probably Will want to see you first thing.” With which statement he left the room, closing and locking the door behind him. The slow hours dragged by. Patricia paced up and down, evolving in her mind a thousand futile plans. Darkness fell slowly. Outside the water turned from blun to gray, from gray to black. As night closed down, the girl’s panic grew. She beat upon the door and the unyielding glass of the porthole. That got her nowhere. She sobbed and stormed. That got her nowhere too. There must be some way out. What was it? Pressing her hand against her aching head she tried to think and thought of nothing. They were coming in to shore. She had first seen the twinkling lights of land with a wild hope that had long since vanished. She was trapped below. Suddenly, after a long time, there was a bumping and a scraping, the stateroom rocked to and fro, the engine ceased its throbbing. They had docked! Bill was aboard, was coming below. She heard his footsteps outside her door. He was in the room. (To Be Continued) © 1932, by King Features Syndicate, Inc.

■; posts, Kremer sud Jackson are fol- ■ lowing imposing precedent. And, i j there are others who have begun | or resumed the law In the capital after defeat or resignation from ■ political office. .. ,—o— — 4th ACCIDENT ; VICTIM DIES THIS MORNING 1 (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE), r riage was to Thomas Kyle. She ' is survived by a daughter of the first marriage, Mrs. Dorothy Ellis, Cincinnati, Ohio, and a stepson, Leroy Kyle, also of Cincinnati. One brother, Harvey Striker. resides at Miamisburg. The body will be taken to the home of the daughter in Cincinnati, to1 night. Funeral arrangements will I be made later. Chicago Night Club Destroyed By Fire Chicago. Jau. 17—(UP)—Fire believed of incendiary origin destroy-1 ed the Grandad Case early today. It was the moat elaborate of the City’s South Side night clubs. Loss was estimated at $200,000. o Senator Robinson Attacks Roosevelt Washington. Jan. 18 — (UP) Senator Robinson, Repu.. Ind., charged in a senate speech today that Pruwidpnt RnosPVelt IS UillliDß

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As Bam Signed at Cut Rate U : ‘SB I VFight times these two men, Colonel Jake Ruppert (left), owner of New York Yankees, and Babe Ruth, star slugger of th* team, hM wen photographed in a setting such as this. But on this occasion thW was a slight shadow over the proceedings, for Babe signed a contrM*' for 1934 at a figure $17,000 lower than last year s. However. $35,M is a pretty nice salary at that

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