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-Ing ott the rop;« for a while until I ,ur factory production finally j i reached tne 6.000 a day figure. In ‘ .r.y years with the Ford Company. ■ I have never experienced such on-' I thusiastic public support of the car. "Even back in March 1929—th0 biggest mouth for tho Model A—the internet waa not as great as it la today in tihe New Ford V-8 for 1935. "We leak for April to smash some I ~f our longstanding miss records in thia branch territory Every indi- ; cation points to accomplishments | which will the outstanding in the I history of the branch." MANY FAMILIES CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE i City lights turned on in daytime. , Hutchinson. Kan.—Terrible dust | storm. Visibility less than block. ; Cars cannot drive safely. ; Coffeyville, Kan. —Worst storm ;of year. No sign of abatement. St. Joseph. Mo. —Dust arrived 6 ; o'clock. Visibility two blocks. Winfield, Kan. - Unprecedented I dust storm, visibility hundred feet. DECATUR WOMAN CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE • September in Louisville. The class- ! is meeting next spring will be held ' at Uulver. Delegates from the local organizations were as follows: Mrs. Cletus Miller and Mrs. M. F. Worthman of the Women's MissionarySociety; Mrs. LeMoyle Fogle of | the Mission Band; Miss Eleanor ■ Reppert, Miss Olive Biehold and Miss Martha Eicher of the Girls Missionary Guild. . Other persons from here who attended the meeting were the Mesj dames O. L. Kirsch, Henry Graber, j Fred Heuer. Susie Reppert and i Peter ViU. PRICE RAISED CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE to date in newly-mined silver purchases. The treasury silver figures showled that the government still was more titan a billion ounces of sili ver behind its goal of ultimately acquiring sufficient silver to bring isilverstocks to a third the value

of the gold stocks. | Gold stocks now amount to SB,-1 I 807,041,288, making the slher re- ■ I qulretuents $2,869,000,000. To in-' I ereaae silver stocks to this value, i the government must acqulfe a, to ' tai of 2,2ou,ouu,uuv ounces of the i metal. At the present time the ! silver stocks amount to 1,104,"00,000 ounces, leaving 1,115,500,000 ounces yet to be acquired. Tlie demand for a 18 to 1 silver-'

XtarForaNigh/ JANE LITT ELL

SYNOPSIS Moe Feinbeig, producer of the musical show “Lady Bird,” takes Dixie Mason out of the chorus and makes her its star. Hut Feinberg is a wily one, and few of Dixie’s associates can whole-heartedly congratulate her on the promotion. They doubt whether the tdardom will be lasting. Dixie, still elated over the promotion. hurriea from i-hearsal to hid good-by to her brother, Bud, sailing for Rio do Janeiro to assume a coveted bank job. His cabin mate is Blinn Saybrook, a personable youth, who immediately takes great interest in Dixie. He surprises her by kissing her good-by and promising to attend the performance of “Lady Bird” October 25 in New York. The company is journeying to Boston for its opening, and en route Dixie is startled to read on the billboards that Ada Baird, and not herself, is the star of the pro-1 duction. Moe has pulled another fast one. CHAPTER THREE “You shut your teeth and take it,” they all advised iier. “You’ll understudy Baird, that’s sure. And you may get your chanee yet.” There wasn’t anything else she could do. L was past the first of September. The winter’s shows were all cast. If she walked out, she would very likely be out of a . job all winter, and she couldn’t afford that. If she stuck, and put her pride in hei pocket, she was sure of her fifty a week for chorus work and an. ex<.ra ten for understudying Baird. The worst of it was that in seven weeks Blinn would be back. And Blinn had already bought a front row seat for the October 25 performance. How she could square it with Blinn, she didn’t know. A million doubts and fears assailed her. Suppose it was the glamour of the stage—the prestige of the star—that had caught Blinn. Suppose he wouldn’t love Dixie Mason, chorus girl. Suppose he should think she and Bud had lied when they told him she was starring in “Lady Bird’ ? Suppose she lost him altogether? Dixie Mason, huddled down in her lonely bed night after night in an anguish of shame and humiliation and fear that increased j instead of abated, knew that she couldn’t bear that. Somehow or other she had to sing the lead on the twenty-fifth of October. If she could only manage to do that, she could tell Blinn that she had withdrawn from the cast of her own accord. If Blinn could see her in the lead that one night, surely, surely, after the show he would take her in his arms and they would set a definite date for their marriage. If she could only manage that, she could save her face. Maybe she could evert alibi for Ada Baird’s name on the billboards. Meantime, during the seven weeks that intervened, she had to •ave every possible penny to take care of eventualities. Somehow shg had .to put .it over. There were only two ways. One was to throw herself on Ada Baixd’s'm er c y and tell her the whole story, and beg her to feign a headache or a cold or something that night. And the other was by trickery. .. Ada knew all about the trick Moe had pulled on Dixie. She couldn’t help knowing. The whole Compkrfy was up in arms about it. And Ada tried to make it up to Dixie by unusual kindness, unusual friendliness for a star to offer a chorus girl. At first Dixie resented it, and then, because Ada was so insistent abopt if, she got into the habit of going to Ada’s apartment for tea. Ada wasn’t bad, Dixie decided. Just temperamental and spoiled. If Ada could get .up in her role witjiout having to fchearse all those long days with the company, why shouldn’t she insist upon being relieved of the drudgery of rehearsals .’ Any star would, if she could get away with it, and Ada could. Ada was the soul of generosity. She gave Dixie Clothes that she was tired of, insisted that she take them. She invited her to parties, but'when Dixie finally screwed up her courage to ask her to stay away so that Dixie could sing the lead some night, Ada was adamant. She never disappointed her public. That was too much for Dixie to «fek. And so, as the twenty-fifth of October came closer and closer, and Blinn’s letters seemed to make more and more mention of Dixie s stardom, and to wonder what there was about “au ordinary, every-day business-man like me to win the love of a shining star like you,

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT THURSDAY, Ai’RIL H, 1935.

' gold ratio was made when the sen- ; ate agriculture committee reported i favorably a hill to this end propos-1 ad by Sen. Burton K. Wheeler. D., . Mont. Tho measure wax handled ■ by the agriculture committee un- | der a preamble describing it as a ! measure for tho relief of agrfcul- | ture and producers of livestock. ——o—i Music is not necessary at a chris-1 ' toning. ' '

Dixie became desperate. She had to sing Ada’s role the night of October 25. Simply had to. Blinn expected her to, and she had to. No matter what the aftermath might be, she had to. Desperately she planned it all out. First she went to a drug store and managed to buy a sleeping potion. “I want enough to make me sleep eight hours, no mutter how much racket goes on around me. I’ve just got to get some sleep,” she told him with such desperate insistence that he believed her. Then she went to the telegraph office, and sent a telegram to Ada’s maid, saying that the maid's mother was very ill and that the maid must come at once. And then she strolled into Aila’s apartment and invited herself to tea. Then, when Ada, apologetic because the maid wasn’t there to serve them, went into the kitchen ! for something, Dixie slipped the (sleeping potion in her tea. Ada chuckled as she sipped it. “It’s a good thing I’m an actress and can earn enough to hire cooks. I can’t even make tea that doesn’t taste bitter. Is yours as bad as mine?” “Mine seems all right,” said Dixie, watching her closely. They chatted a while, and then Ada yawned. “Will you order my dinner,. Dixie darling, as you go out?” she asked. “I always have a nap before dinner, but tonight I’m simply outrageously sleepy. Tell them to bring it at seven.” Dixie carefully wrote down the items Ada wanted ordered, but on the way down in the elevator she tore the slip of paper to bits. And she walked right past the desk without saying a word to anybody. She went to a restaurant, and ate her own dinner, and then she went to the theater. Blinn was coming — tonight and Dixie Mason simply had to sing the lead in "Lady Bird.” She was going to sing Ada’s part. Once Ada went to sleep, nothing in the world would wake her short of eight hours. The druggist had assured Dixie of that. . . . She was safe now. She was going to sing Ada’s nart. And after the show, Blinn would take her in his arms and she would see to it that the date for their marriage was set before she left his arms. And she would make the date soon enough so that the very next day she could leave the show. She would even tell Blinn, if she had to, that she had given her notice two weeks ago. Even if that did make it look as if she was pretty sure of him. Well, she was, wasn't she? His letters couldn’t mean anything but marriage, could they? Resolutely she closed her mind to any thought of what would happen when it came out. For it would come out. Ada’s maid would come back and they would know that the telegram that'called her away had been a trick. Ada would remember the bitter taste to her tea. and she would know Dixie had drugged her, whether.she could .prove it or not. Icy cold fingers made a long job pf making up that night. “I’m not nervous,” Dixie told herself over and over. “Vvhat have I got to be nervous about? I’m up in every song, every bit of business. My vg’7s- is every bit as good as Ada’s. And nothing can possibly happen to spoil it. Nothing.’ 1 But She had to keep her teeth clenched to keep them from chattering as she waited f<rr something to happen. And she had to take her makeup off and' put on a new one three times before she made a decent job of it. So it was just as well (hat Dixie Mason was the first girl into the chorus room Xhat night. “Hello! Hello! Spent the night here?” were the greetings of the first arrivals. “What’s the matter, Dixie? Your eyes are big as saucers.” “N-nothing,” Dixie stammered desperately, crimsoning beneath the grease paint in spite of herself. "My—my boy friend’s going to be out in front tonight. That’s all.” “And an old trouper like you gets panicked over that!” joshed someone. “Oh, it must be love! It must be love!” she sang teasingly. “You couldn’t be more excited if Moe had popped in to tell you Ada's sprained her voice and you had to fill in.” And then, someone saw the sudden start she gave at those words, and demanded, “Is that it?” “Os course not,” said Dixie, trying to sound impatient,” and only' managing to sound quavery. “Nono such luck.” “For your sake, I hope not,” said her tormentor thoughtfully. “You're

Teeth Were Sound Hurtford, Conn<U,R>—-One CCU I camper at West Goshen believes I orders should be taken literally. Unable to attend u dental Inspection after nil members had been Instructed to appear for u periodical examination, he sent in Ills false I teeth by messenger. 1 Get the Hsbit — Trade at Home

in enough of a state without that ■ You’d probably forget your linee , and go higher’n a kite on the I songs.” “Oh, shut up!” snapped Dixie. They did. Not because she told them to, but because twenty girls, before twenty dressing tables, had too much to do to bother just then, And presently the call boy outside yelled: “Fifteen minutes!” Fifteen minutes more until the curtain! And nothing had happened! Oh, could it possibly be that Ada had not gone to sleep ? Or that the sleeping potion hadn’t worked? Or that she hadn’t drunk enough of the tea to make it work? Dixie Mason sat there, frantic, as slow second after slow second ticked away. She was trying to listen, over the noise*of the now chattering girls, for Moe's heavy footsteps on the circular iron stairs. And nothing happened. Finally she got up and put on her first-act costume. She hadn’t put it on because it always mussed her hair when she took it off, and she had taken such special pains with her hair. She had thought she would throw on a dressing gown, tear down those spiral stairs, and dress in Ada’s room where Ada’s costumes were. “Fi-i-ve minutes!” came the cal) boy’s voice again. And Dixie had to hold her eyes very wide open to keep the tears she couldn’t control from spoiling her make up. She dabbed carefully at the comers. Couldn’t put on a new one this late. And then it happened. A frightful clatter on the iron stairs. But it wasn’t Moe. It was the call boy. “Hey! Dixie Mason! Moe wants you down stairs right now! Hurry! He’s tearing his hair!” Dixie almost cried out in her relief. That could only mean one thing. Automatically she scooped up her make up, threw it into her battered make up box, and turned to the door. “Oh! Oh!” commented a wiseeyed chorine. “So you knew it all the time. Well, good hunting, trouper. You’ll need it.” Oh, why did she have to give herself away by grabbing up her make up? That wasn’t necessary. Ada’s make up would be all spread out. She could have used that for freshening up between acts. Grabbing that make-up box had been a dead give-away. She could never alibi out of it all now. Down the stairs she went, as fast as she could go. And that was fast, Chorus girls can get up and down five or six flights of narrow, spiral iron stairs faster than anything alive. Why not? There were eleven changes in that show. That meant eleven trips up and down. And there on the back stage was Moe. Hat off. Eyes wild. Hair standing on end. He grabbed her by one bare arm and almost flung her into Ada’s dressing room. “Dress!” he shouted, pointing. Ada’s dresser stood waiting, with Ada’s first-act dress in her hands. “Ada's disappeared. Her telephone doesn’t answer. You’ve got to go on! And you’ve got to make good. There’s a Hollywood scout out there tonight! You’ve got to get away with it and get away with it right!” . Moe was almost jibbenng in his frenzy of despair. He hadn't the slightest idea that Dixie could carry the show. It was one thing to stick her into the part for rehearsals and quite another to jeopardize his chance of selling the piece to pictures by letting her sing on an important night like this. “What I’ll do to Ada for this!” he raved on, walking the floor, paying no attention to Dixie’s scrambling out of the scanty chorus costume. “I’ll fine her a month’s pay! I’ll have her up before Equity! I’ll ” He wouldn’t give Ada her notice though, thought Dixie, trying to steady her nerves. Ada’s namo was too much of a drawing card. And Moe had told Dixie once that he didn’t need a big name for the lead —and look at him now. This certainly served Moe right, she thought with something like malicious satisfaction. He didn’t think she was good enough to sing the lead, didn’t he? Well, now she had to sing the lead and he was darned glad she could. She’d show him. She’d sing it as well as Ada ever did. Wouldft't she though? With Blinn out there to hear her? Oh, Blinn! Blinn! I’ll get myself • into an awful jam for this, but I don’t care! 1 told you I was singing the lead—and I’m going to. For ’ you! (To 8e Ccrttfsua© Copyright. 1932. by Jane Littel! 1 Distributed by King Features Syndicate. Inc.

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I the state tax board showing that I tire high cost of operating township I school is one of the principal causes I for increased townehip taxes was presented to the legislative committee today. The survey covered Adonis, Bartholomew, Decatur. Dubois, Huntington, Madison, Marion, Tippecanoe, Vigo and Wells counties. The average increase in the cost oi township schools from 1914 to 1935 is $4 81 per capita, as compared to the total iper capita, increase of $1.61. the survey showed. School bonds represented $1.46 of the increase; teachers’ salaries, 99 cents and school operation $2.36. To Continue Fight For One-Arm Wolfe Indianapolis, Ind.. April 11 —(UP) —The fight of Charles (one armed)

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Wolfe, Muncie, serving a life sentence on a murder charge, will be carried again to the supreme court, his brother. Perry Wolfe, indicated here todayPerry Wolfe appeared at toe statehouse today and conferred with attorneys on what proceedtire could be started to obtain a rehearing on his brother’s case. The supreme court several years ago affirmed the Delaware circuit court decision which sentenced Wolfe in 1925. Wslfe was convicted on a charge of slaying Mr. and Mrs. Ben Hance. Middleton farm couple. The couple was stain officers said, because they had tipped federal agents that gerald Ohapman, notorious gangster, : was hiding at the Hance home. o “Very truly yours" is the best close for a business letter. —- . .in—.-