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— ■ By HARRISON CARROLL Copyright, 1935, King Fcaturei Syndicate, Inc. HOLLYWOOD. — Our movie designers are at last giving working .. women a style break. Carole Lombard plays a manicurist in "Hands Across the 0 Table”. and her clothes are going to be smart but not out of reason for a girl making a moderate salary. Travis Banton promises that any costume in the picture can be authentically duplicated for about $25, hat ‘1 Carole Lombard and shoes Included. Everything is to be specially designed, too, and just as carefully as the elaborate gowns for Carole's society girl roles. Another practical tip to you from Banton. Claudette Colbert’s outfits In "She Married Her Boss” can be Dough* within the budget of any first-class private secretary. Whether it’s a tactful gesture or lot, Winfield Sheehan appears no on ger on the Twentieth CenturyFox lot since Darryl Zanuck stepped Into the No. 1 production spot at the studio. Rushes from "Way Down East” are carried to Sheehan’s home ' in Beverly Hills where he checks them over in his own projection room, really a luxuriously furnished theater on the lower floor of his house. , Within a month, Bert Wheeler will be the envy of Hollywood’s other novelty auto fans. He has ordered One of those custom-built cars that are equipped with a bridge table, an icebox and a couch. The car also has a streamline body. Its other chief peculiarity is an engine set in the rear. You Asked Me and I’m Telling You; ‘"Sua-Montgomery, Hollywood: Filmsmallest feet must be those of Hopkins. She wears size shoes, all of which, naturally, “•have to be specially made. Omar *“ Kiaiu. who designs Miriam’s clothes that she is working for Samuel 33oldWyn, assures me that the Hop•«4elns tootsy is tinier than the smallTst Chinese foot that has been taped "Since-.babyhood. Lew Ayres Is not clowning about those 18 millimeter pictures of his. They run about 7,000 feat and the Mrd one is just completed. Ginger

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Rogers stands in for makeup tests (how’s that for a laugh?). Ben Alexander operates the camera and Lew directs. Half the time he has film ' stretched all over the living room. Take it from the Hollywood book- ' sellers, Edward G. Robinson is Holly- ' wood's No. 1 detective story fan. He even collects first editions, some ' dating back many years How many ; Philo Vance and Ellery Queen fans. . for instance, ever heard of Horace Walpole, Matthew Gregory Lewis and Anne Radcliffe? They date back to the eighteenth century. One of Eddie's treasured possessions is a portion of a manuscript by Edgar Alan I’oe. What was the hilarious bronze statuette that Donald Crisp and others presented to Charles Laughton the other day? And such a buildup, too. Laughton was In a flutter of anticipation. HOLLYWOOD TICKER-TAPE— Having lost 34 pounds. Jack Oakie now has the perfect silhouette and doctors are taking him off the special diet and gland-pill treatment. . . . Gene Raymond says Hollywood Is wasting its time wondering. The new house is in his mother’s name. . . . Glenda Farrell's favorite medico. Dr. Herbert Gaillard, is so intilgued with California that he talks of closing up his practice in New Y’ork and moving out here. ... All out of a clear sky, James BradOock, the new champ, lias sent Mae West an autographed picture. . . . Connie Bennett is tossing restlessly these nights. . A bad case of sunburn . Adrienne Ames . , 1 is moving into i a smaller house. The mansion f wßi that Stephen Ames gave her Msg. is too big for hsr present EE ’WSS- . TY* needs. ... Ed I Hat rick, vice ! president of Cos- I mopolitan I'roductions, Is oft ii.SSi, .in. ,l to New York. ' Adrienne Ames ... All the activity on Buck Jones' boat, the Vagabond, is in preparation for the 45foot sailing boat races of the Southern California Yachting association. . . . And Twentieth Century-Fox refused to let Lawrence Tibbett fly to San Francisco. Too much investment in his picture, "Metropolitan". DID YOU KNOW— That Elissa Landi. at one time, was a student member of the Russian ballet?

J Modem Etiquette by ROBERTA LEE J Q. How long Hhou'd a woman | remain when making a formal so!ciaj call? A. Twenty minutes is long ienough. Q. When a man is giving a bachelor dinner where both men and girls are present where should | the chaperon be sealed? A. The chaperon should be givl en the seat of honor. Q. Is it necessary to be witty to he popular’.’ A. No; some of the most popuI lar people are not witty. o —. T~ TWENTY YEARS * AGO TODAY From the Dally Democrat File ■ ♦ i Aug. 17—The Morris company installs their fifteenth store at Beni ton Harbor. Michigan. ■ Elks hold a picnic in th Harting | M. M. Dunbar of Linn Grove is ejeoted superintendent of the Hartl lord City schools. 1,000 lives are lost when the Brit-

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CHAPTER XXVIII Toole stepped in and Bannister took his place at the controls. The propeller whirled, shooting a score of turbans and straw hats back in the wake of the plane as it taxied over the hard sand. An hour later they had passed the last aul (tent village) and were flying high above a naked desert. A white-hot sun quivered in the burnt blue ether, unflecked by a single cloud bank. Below them lay a wide sweep of desolation —sand, dried clay and sepulchral silence. Here and there ' a pinnacle of red sandstone stood nr.kedly forth like a fire-scarred turret. The place was like an ' abandoned, burnt-out hell. Suddenly an impish black cloud loomed like an evil, threatening head. Mushrooming at the crest, i the cloud assumed the shape of a battered funnel; then, with a rocking, swirling dip it headed directly toward them. “A tornado!” Bannister shouted. •‘l’d better climb.” The black cloud, at first almost formless, had now taken on the definite shape and motion of a spinning top. Instead of rising, it ricocheted over the surface of the desert, sucking up a great pillar of sand at each contact. Bannister was reducing the gap between the plane and the spinning cloud at a speed of a hundred miles an hour, while the storm was approaching at a rate equal if not greater, yet it was fully ten minutes before the plane rode high above the disturbance. In a few minutes more they passed the vortex. The plane moved steadily and Bannister began to descend. He changed his mind in an instant when a spray of grits lashed his face and a bellow rose from behind. Sending the machine upward at a sharp angle, he turned just in time to see a look of relief flash across Toole’s face. His companion’s lips were moving. He cpuld read the message without difficulty: “Beware the black buran!" Despite the roar es the motor and the great heighth at which they were flying, both had heard a terrifying crescendo of shrieks as they passed over the hurtling core of the tornado. “The pereeh —desert witches!” yelled Toole. Bannister heard the same bloodcongealing cries but gave them a more prosaic interpretation. “Witches?” he shouted back. "Sounds more like wild dogs to me.” But a more appalling quality permeated the medley that rose from the chamal pits below them. It was as though a flight of screaming furies had escaped from torture, only to be dragged back again to their place of torment. And in it all a distinctly human note had become discernable. Far beneath them the storm had roared past, close to the face of the desert. A fascination stronger than discretion, laid a mastering touch on Bannister’s hand. He turned the plane and swept downward in a wide arc. In the wake of that terrific wind the sand was settling back. Out of the yellow spindrift their ears picked up the same eerie trumpeting 1 that had ascended through the va--1 cuum funnel created by the tornado. In another five minutes the air had cleared entirely. Under the abrasive action of sand and wind, long ridges of red stone had been swept bare and polished like onyx-topped tables. With the light touch of a beetle the little craft taxied over one of these surfaces and came to a halt. Just in time to witness—far off—a desert tragedy. Toole and Bannister leaped from the machine. Bully seemed to prefer the shelter and remained within. They were at an elevation of at least one hundred feet from the general level of the desert, their view encompassing an area bounded only by the horizon. Not a grain of sand was stirring in the still, hot air, but the great dunes were I billowing uneasily as they found i new adjustments after the upI heaval. At a distance of less than half a mile they discerned a curious formation. Two high ridges of sand, running laterally and apparently drawn up to a tent-like acute angle by the suetion of the wind, were gradually settling inward, although I pouring into soms invisible maw of

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I tish steamer Royal Edwards is sunk by submarines. Mies Hattie Studabaker of this city and Mr. Phillip Obenauer of Baltinore married by Rev. D. T. Stephenson. Surprise on Rev. and Mrs W. H. Kindall of the Winchester U. B. Church, who are to leave here soon. Hors? belonging to George W Miller is stolen from the hitch rack near the Interurban station. Mr. and .Mrs. John C M.igley give dinner for their son Charles on his sixth birthday. Otto Green of the Boston store is ill with pneumonia. ... ! I .0 a— —-——M Household Scrapbook bv ROBERTA LEE ♦ ♦ Tinting When tinting clothes with a soap dye try using the soap shaker.' Place the soap in the shaker and | shake in the warm water until the' desired shade is obtained. Cake To keep cake fresh and moist, for a. longer’time, wrap it in a napkin and place it in the regrig-; erator near the ice. See that it is in a dry spot and not on the

the desert. In the space between these deadly slides, within the very maw itself, scores of huge, swaying things seemed to be intent upon climbing the sloping and ever-shift-ing walls—to escape threatened suffocation when the whirling moun-tain-sides of sand filled the windswept hollow. Unmistakably, the objects were living creatures. Occasionally, one would find a firm foothold beneath the treacherous sand and free itself, showing a hulking body, only to be drawn back again as if by some pitiless, unseen hand. Then from the wretched victim of the shifting quicksands would issue a soulwrenching wail of despair. "Camels and mules and horses and men,” observed Bannister grimly.

“May the Lord have mercy on ' ’em!” prayed Toole. • Whatever contempt they might have had for the Abbe's warning against the pereeh this terrible * tragedy of the desert had chastened them. With emotions strange to • both, they gazed at the struggling, shrieking creatures, brought close to their eyes by powerful glasses. For another ten minutes they stood upon their own secure shelf of rock, silent, helpless and with eyes fastened upon that terrible spectacle. The cries grew fainter. One by ■ one, camels, horses, mules and men, were engulfed until at last a mo- , tionless yellow pall lay over them all. The desert had claimed its sacrifice; gorged, it had fallen asleep. ' Toole had lowered his glasses and taken off his hat. “Big Jeff’s men,” Bannister re- < marked finally. The detective nodded soberly, uttered what sounded like a sigh, and ’ said, putting on his hat: “Let's go!” Neither bad dreamed of such an end of Whipple’s “mob.” In that band of about three hundred there must have been some gallant souls. Many had been outcasts from their native countries, had fought in foreign legions, again becoming outcasts to take a last hazard with their lives. What urge had moved them? Perhaps they had met a fate fitting and merciful for their kind. “Dick” and the veteran detective climbed back into their plane. After a gingerly ascent Bannister found the crisp structure of the machine was holding fast, although an occasional crackle and spit would send Toole’s eyes rolling skyward. They had been flying another hour when an outline of faint blue foothills began to pencil the horizon, rapidly deepening to indigo and purple. Bannister was beginning to worry over his fuel supply when he heard a shout from the detective. He seized his own glasses. Deep in the distance he could see a mighty white pyramid—alone, majestic, like a ghostly sentinel at the gateway to a new world. Their goal was in sight. The spectral mountain must be “Our Lady in White!” “We’ll land on the lady’s shoulder!” Dick shouted back. Yet it was fully an hour before the plane was circling the stark peak, white and cold in the upper reaches but wearing skirts of pale yellow and green. “She’s in evening dress to greet us!” cried Bannister. The near slope of the mountain, an outpost of the great Himalayas that fling themselves over such a tremendous area, presented a sheer declivity, but a segment of the far side descended into the valley by a series of abrupt terraces—deep angular clefts, stepped like a giant’s stairway. This, they knew from the map, was the western approach to the Sire Depression. Bannister began to manoeuvre for landing on one of these ramps but found them sprayed with boulders and split with deep crevasses. A crash landing seemed inevitable. “Buffaloes!” yelled Toole suddenly. They were over the third broad “tread” of the great stairway, counting from the top. Bannister looked down. Two great boasts, the size and shape of oxen, but with shaggy pelts, were feeding peacefully near a long, low object that looked like a stone hut. He dropped nearer and saw a clearing, wide and long enough to afford a landing. Hearing the roar of the propeller, the animals looked up, bucked, plunged, and ran to cover.

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Instantly a human figure appeared—at least it walked erect and wore clothing. Except for these details, it might have been some strange monster, new to the eyes of white men. Bannister shut off the motor and a distinct!',’ human voice permeated the dying hum of the blades. The figure darted out from the shelter of the hut with wildly-wav-ing arms. It was that of a dwarf—the head and face large, the apparent size of both being greatly augmented by a tremendous effusion of hair. The shoulders were abnormally broad, the chest deep and (as Toole later commented) the “legs hardly long enough to reach the ground!” The Americans sprang from the machine and heard a voice, sonorous, and pleasant, speaking in their own tongue.

“Welcome, gentlemen!” The dwarf was a white man. and a hearty, well-spoken one at that. “Abbe Bergere?” Bannister asked. The strange little fellow nodded, took Dick’s extended hand in a grip even more powerful than his own, releasing it to grasp Toole’s with his steel-like fingers. “Mr. Bannister and Mr. Toole!” he boomed. “I hardly expected you so soon. But that makes you doubly welcome!” Abbe Bergere led Bannister and Toole to his hut. Entering, they found a clean, well lighted room about thirty feet square. The stone floor was carpeted with rough matting, evidently woven from stiff grass, the tarik which they had been warned to avoid in a plane landing. Bannister told the Abbe of the storm in the desert and the fate of the caravan. “Whipple’s army of freebooters,” said the Abbe. “God’s hand seems to have reached down and prevented the slaughter of Sire's homelanders. Yet it was a merciful death for the mercenaries.” He walked to a little chapel in the corner of the room, knelt and offered prayer. Toole, standing in the middle of the floor, sunk to his knees. Bully crouched down and looked at his master who presently found himself kneeling. The requiescat ended as quickly at it had begun. The raid on the Thessalonia, Whipple’s escape and the kidnaping of Karen Sire already were known to the Abbe.

“Knowing Whipple’s ambitions and his methods better than either of you.” he said, “I am inclined to think Miss Sire is safe for a time. There .s no place on earth, except in the Depression, where he will feel himself safe. He will not know until his actual arrival here what has become of his brigade of butchers unless he should meet some survivors, if there be any. He may even walk over their burial place without seeing a trace of them. He probably will arrive here with a few trusted retainers, holding Miss Sire as a hostage. A bargain with Sire for her unharmed return is the only hope he can entertain of ever returning to civilization. Yes, I think she will be safe—for a time.” “How have you been able to keep in touch with all these things?’’ Bannister asked, relieved at this sanguine opinion. "You have just come from the heart of civilization,” the Abbe answered, “yet you will find it difficult to believe that Sire is able to communicate with me by wireless. But it's a fact. I have a receiving set but as yet I have no radio sender. All Sire’s message come to me in a broadcast from Shanghai, where Sire has agents. These programs reach the general public in the innocent form of music and comment, but they are coded for me. Sire sends his code messages in the regular way to Shanghai and his agents do the rest.” “How did you manage to send that warning to us at Maura?” “There is a caravan route centuries old along the north rim of the valley below. With glasses I can pick up the infrequent travellers. I get my supplies from them. I had accumulated quite a number of messages from Sire before I was able to send any back to him by this means. The note to Maura was included among them.” (To Be Continued) Copyright. 1835. Cnris H*wthome Distributed by Kins Feeturei Syndicate, Inc.

Gets Aid for Ohio | Mm ® Bp Wt' i i w ■ A ■ | r >t is- 1 ' I oR Kill I /-r Cov. Martin L. Davey Gov. Martin L. Davey of Ohio, above, is shown leaving the White House after receiving President Roosevelt’s promise of $15,000,000 to $20,000,000 in public works funds for Ohio construction Evangelist Poses ■■ V > * * * i Bl ELfi ■■ > Wlllißl 2. J,'* / o Aimee Semple McPheraon En route to Atlantic City, N. J., to be guest of the mayor and deliver three lectures, Aimee Semple McPherson is pictured at Chicago. The evangelist, virtually a platinum blond, plans to “save” the Boardwalk City.

Schweitzer, Party Girls’ Sentenced to Life Bk * '* * 4Ss$W?& '-. 4 ’ v • h M r v |gy _ J w X •= i JK " A k . ■». Sgk iSBg ■k ’tk v - ~H. w■■ S=SssSZ=^ r<^• Florence Jackeon Loretta Jackaon J ea n Miller Schweitzer William Schweitzer, alias Ferris, convicted mur- were sentenced to life imprisonment at Detroit derer of Howard Carter Dickinson, prominent New Schweitzer, who had boasted “I will never speni York attorney, and his three “party girls” com- a day in prison” before the sentence, was given* panions in the slaying, Florence Jackson, Loretta term of hard labor at the Marquette, Mich,. pn*» Jackson and Jean Miher are shown, above, as they The girls will go to the Detroit house of correction.

Congress Fights Over Hopson -a** If** s flLi ■ if* & 1 .. ■■■ 5 j * C H i- 1 g Whether the house or the senate lobby investigating committee h" jurisdiction over Howard C. Hopson, chief stockholder in the A sociated Gas & Electric Co., caused a bitter clash *>«<»,.,. n the tv bodies. <The senate wanted him for questioning, and the houa through Chairman John J. O'Connor of its rules committee, told th senate representative that Hopson was in his custody. Both threal ened to arrest Hopson. He is shown, above, with his attorney A. Hill, as he was served a subpena by the senate committee. Th senate later cited Hopson for contempt when he failed to appeal

Killer of Mate's Secretary I Hilr ’ MmHBBk <--• ftftft: -ft Xi; ■Il. <* * •* * B il' bBB' ft, ImHx ■■ BF OB " '■‘r’vsdßßL* “* >■ t > ■ - .J 1 ,-«F ■> M t ?! ' /ft' I Here arc two poses of Mrs. Etta Reisman, who is held in Long Island™ City jail charged with the slaying of her husband's pretty 23-year-M old secretary, Miss Virginia Seigh, shown in inset. The pictures ofH Mrs. Reisman were taken after she had been arraigned. Police that Mrs. Reisman killed the secretary after a quarrel over theM affections of Arthur Reisman, wealthy owner of a chain of beauty™ shops. ,™