Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 33, Number 201, Decatur, Adams County, 24 August 1935 — Page 2

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(Upper) Championship American Legion drum carps from LaPorte, to defend its honors at state* convention, Indianapolis, AuguM 24 to 27; (Center) Harry Ray Post Band, Richmond, old-time rival of champion Post 47 Band of Fort Wayne? (Lower) One of newer drum corps from Brookville. Some 40 ’ Legion corps and bands will march and play. Indianapolis, Ind. Aug. 24—When Auxiliary members. There will be, prominent part in the parade the the jmmvi lean Legion on August 26 for instance, the community band band, cadet corps and older child- > wrings in review around Monti- which the Crawfordsville Post has ren tQ the numbe . of some 550 j gent Circle and down Meridian written Judge Wilfred Bradshaw, from the So i diers> and Sailors’ Mi*eet past the noble memorial to convention president, that it plans . Geir comrades of the World War. to bring. Too. one will hear army Ch. Wrens Home at hmghtstown . * will march in inspiring and col- bands, R. O. T. C. baud, the junior Martial airs of the "° lld War ’ 3J-ful parade to the music of its band of Madden-Nottingham Post, classics of the olden times, popu--3d or 35 brilliant drum and bugle There will be music in Indianapolis lar melodies of the day — music, i*brps and half a dozen high-calibre during the Legion state convention music in all its variety and beauty, hands. August 24 to 27. its warmth and soul-stirring vitajOther bands there will be, too, The convention corporation and ity, will crash and rise and ring up in that grand procession of thou- the Indiana Legion department will between the lines of high butlddhnds on thousands of Legion and detray the expense to bring for a ings and down the broad streets of

Film Stars Strike Producers for Higher Pay

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The war is on! It is a war over film talent, between studios and actor?’ agencies, a war that threatens to rivai the famous Ruth ChattertqnUiilliam Powell-Kay Francis dispute in 1931, when the trio tore up their contracts because of salary disputes. Salaries are the keynotes, with some of the _Uts«r lights wanting to get in on the dollars meted out to the $250’.000-a-picture class, Greta

Garbo, Marlene Dietrich, George Arliss and Eddie Cantor Heading the brigade of stars on the pro- j ducers for higher salaries are Sylvia Sidney, who is demanding $4,000 a week, and Myrna Loy, who ; broke her contract to accept the higher offer of a . rival producer. Janet Gaynor, Frederic March and | others who receive about SIOO,OOO a picture also ’ seek to join the quarter-million class.

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Indiana's capital. Ti>r a second time the Legion drum corps ami bands will be heard —a.nd seen —when they stage the dazzling music festival at Perry Stadium on Sunday night, August 25, in competition for cash prizes expected to total several thousands of dollars. And impromp [ tu concerts will be «the order of every convention moment — impromptu concerts, spontaneous parades and joyous demonstrations. I o Test Your Knowledge Can you answer seven of these . | ten questions? Turn to page I Four for the answers. » —* 1. Name th? first code of the i French civil law. 2. Name the Queen of The Netherlands. 3. In which province of Canada is ; the city of Guelph? 4. When wan Horace Greeley nominal.q for President? 5. What is tire name of the gr at ' tableland in Central Asia, the tra- ' ditional ..ome-country of the Mongol «■■■ i. i r* ■>■ i ,«■■■*■■»

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CHAPTER XXXIV The detective's hand was on the sleeping Bannister’s shoulder when Toole paused, perplexed at the action of the chow. Why had Napoleon barked with such satisfaction before scuttling away? Why had the dog been so eager and confident in l>'s final dash toward the strange horsemen? Was Karen Sire one of the riders? Was the party her own or was she a prisoner? Toole shook Dick's shoulder. Awakening slowly, Bannister looked into his friend's face. A glint of the old battle light came into his eyes but it faded quickly into a dead, hopeless stare. “Karen—Karen!” he said weakly. "She's alive, man!" Toole shouted, banking all his optimism upon Napoleon’s actions. Bannister sprang to his feet. Hope, like a magic substance, cleared his mind instantly and sent a swift red current through him. For a full minute he held his glasses upon the riders, now less than half a mile distant. At Toole’s words “She’s alive, man,” the coma of exhaustion was dispelled and all his faculties leaped to their stations like trained warriors. Karen Sire was alive! Toole told him what had happened in that brief last minute. “What’ll we do?” he asked. Bannister examined his gun. “We I will act for Karen’s safety," he said instantly. “If she is in that party ' and a prisoner, it may not be advis-1 able to attack at once. They’re heading for the Abbe’s hut—well armed, as we can see. Look!” The horses had stopped and two riders were dismounting. “Seems to be six in the party,” Bannister observed. “They have a pack mule,' too.” A shot echoed against the walls : around them. “They’ve killed a lame horse!” Toole exclaimed. Bannister nodded, his eyes still fixed upon the group below. “Napoleon has joined them!” he said almost instantly. “He’s frisking around one of them —«thank God, Toole, it’s Karen!” The little procession was again on the move—one man afoot. A black heap lay prone and still. Toole had guessed the truth. A lamed horse had been killed. The riders were now near enough to make identification possible. The erect, arrogantly poised frame of “Big Jeff” Whipple was unmistakable, while Karen Sire's trim, leath-er-clad figure rose from the horse nearest him like the swaying trunk of a young palm tree, her bronze hair fluttering above. The others were well cloaked in some brilliant colored material and hooded in white. “They’re on the trail used by the Armenian traders wlmn they delivered the yaks to Abbe Bergere,” said Bannister. “Jumping Jove, what a target Jeff Whipple makes! I could topple him out of the saddie like a sack of potatoes.” Mechanically, Dick raised his gun. “Don’t shoot!” Toole implored. “Karen is riding too close to him I” Dick lowered the gun and again used his glasses, while Toole stared intently through his own. “She’s laughing and talking with the big i stiff!” growled the detective. “What do you make of that?” “Playing the game,” Bannister i answered instantly, without a trace of doubt, suspicion or jealousy. “She’s a prisoner, all right, but Jeff has some reason for treating her I well. The cards began running I against him with the loss of his henchmen in that desert storm and now he's trying to cover up.” Toole coupled this reasoning with his own and found perfect cognition, yet he did not dare tell Bannister his further conclusions in the cold terms that were in his mind. “They’re heading for the Abbe’s hut,” he began. “No doubt of it.” “And the Abbe has a chapel there— ’’ “Toole—what the devil do you mean?” “Karen and Jeff seem to be on chummy terms, don’t they?” Bannister dropped his gunstock . to the ground, forming a tripod I that sustained him against a limp . fall. The color that had come back ! to his cheeks drained away, and his i eyes again took oa a dead, helpless stare. Toole made up his mind to go ! through with it—the time for a ' perfect understanding had arrived.

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“Whipple must know his mob has . been lost,” he continued. “He must i have seen Sire’s air fleet overhead. . Jeff must have read his finish up there—plainly as though it had . been spelled out by a skywriter.” Bannister nodded dazedly. “So now," concluded Toole, “Jeff is ready to play the card that he’s had up his sleeve ever since the night he danced with a certain young lady in the Plaza-Victoria back in New York. He’s going to reform or make out he is. I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re lookin’ at a wedding procession. Whipple thinks he’s goin f to marry Karen Sire with Abbe Bergere officiatin’!” Bannister glanced at the breech of his gun. The smile on his face was unlike any that Toole had seen there before—death seemed to lurk behind it. Ridded of encumbrance; the sinister cavalcade began to pick up speed, obviously with the purpose of reaching Abbe Sire's hut before darkness set in. Karen Sire's presence among the riders having put an attack out of the question, nothing remained for Bannister and Toole but to keep contact, hoping that something might befall to give them a strategic advantage. In a little while a clear, elliptical cut enabled the Whipple party to pass the watchers. | Naturally, the pack mule, slowest of animals, made pace for both parties. The upward trail had now Ibecome more difficult, forming a deep, ragged cut, the bottom of which was strewn with splintered rock and shale. For an hour they pressed on, struggling to shorten the distance, until a long, deep rumble, followed by a distant crash, ■echoed down the mountain. The ■ riders paused and dismounted, one of them going on ahead with an evident purpose to reconnoitre. “What’s happened?” Toole asked. “The Abbe has spotted them and turned a boulder loose to block the cut,” was Bannister’s guess. “Then," said Toole, relieved, “they’ll have to quit the horses and climb over these rock piles one by one. Karen may have to go first, if she’s a prisoner.” Another crunching roar sounded above them, followed a minute later by a second. After a brief interval a third and fourth detonation told of swift and determined activity from above to close or impede the approach of the Whipple party. Dick and Toole were now within two hundred yards of the Whipple party which had assembled in conference. After a few minutes they saw the men tethering their horses to shrubs. “They’re going ahead on foot.” Bannister said. Karen was leading the party, the chow at her heels. Toole had been sfcnning the upper reaches of the torturous cut for some time. Now he dropped his glasses and observed: “Two black specks coming this way. Must be tne friar and Bully. Perhaps the old fox is coming down for a parley. And I think he’s perfectly safe in ' doing it at that.” Bannister caught the implication but said nothing. He had been look- ' ing up at the steep cliffs that en- ' closed the narrow gash in the mountainside, gouged out by centuries of stone slides. “No chance for a detour,” Dick i said finally. “We’ll have to keep . slogging along in the rear, out of sight. The Abbe doesn’t know it, ' of course, but he's provided a fine : little series of defenses for Whipple i —that is, against any assault that I we might make.” Jeff had climbed to the top of the i first boulder that blocked the nar- , row gorge and was now pulling ■ Karen to the top at the end of his I rifle. She was first to drop to the other side. They could see the big i fellow extending his gun to one of the men and hauling him up. He was about to give similar service 1 to a second robed figure when they heard a shrill cry from the one who t stood by his side. This man had dropped to his knees and was pawt ing his way down the other side. Whipple cast away his gun and c leaped in the same direction. His 1 force was divided—two on each side > of the boulder. t “Karen has taken it on the run!” s Bannister yelled. “She’s trying to 3 join Abbe Bergere and Bully.” Bannister was already streaking o up toward the two men who hat i been left behind, with Toole close - beside him.

Honeymoon Boat Bought PORT CLINTON, O. \U.R> — 011 the sailboat Fate, on which his parents took their honeymoon. Attorney Robert Crawford and Mrs. Crawford cruised for two weeks in Lake Erie and the De-1 j troit River this summer. He ac-1 quired and rebuilt the boat aftet it had gone through several hands, during the years. I — ;

11 The hooded figures were clawing t at the rough sides of the boulder, . trying to scale it, when Toole > brought one of them down with a I stone the size of a man’s fist. Bannister leaped upon the other, sending a crashing punch to tha lean, ' brown jaw. i “Whipple’s valet!” he said grim- > ly, turning the unconscious man i over and gazing into his face. i The man whom Toole had bowled i over with the rock showed an in- ; clination to fight. Toole cuffed him i down to his knees, growling: “Bei have!” The fellow was wearing an up-to-date leather belt. With this the detective bound him securely above the elbows. Bannister, leaving his own prisoner sprawled out at full length, reached the top of the boulder with Toole’s aid, just in time to see the girl skim over the third obstruction as though equipped with wings. "Karen!” he shouted. It was too late; she had dropped to the other side. Whipple and his companion had succeeded in climbing the second hurdle where they halted at the crest. Bannister was puzzled. But ■ only for a second. “Bully is coming at them!” he called down. “Toss up my gun!” He caught the weapon in mid-air and an instant later fired. The man at Whipple’s side gave a frightful scream and tumbled backward from his perch. At the same moment "Big Jeff” disappeared over the far side of the jagged rock pile. “Tie up that other fellow and smash the rifles!” Dick yelled. “I’m going to give you a chance to get Jeff Whipple alone!” He leaped off the rock and sped toward the barrier over which the big fellow had disappeared. Stopping at the pros trate figure of the man he had shot he picked a gun from the ground, jerked out the shells and crashed the breach against a stone. His own bullet had broken the man’s leg, leaving him in a murderous frenzy of pain. “Bull-eel Bull-eel” The long1 drawn cry, silvery as the tone of a cornet, was wafted to Barrister's ' ears. Bully’s own familiar bark, mixed with the lighter yippings of I the chow, came back with the echoes. ■ Like an antelope Karen sped up the I cut, Whipple and his remaining I companion racing for first place in ’ the chase. Running into a rocky • pocket, Karen turned to retrace her steps just as Bully bounded past, i separated only by a low stone hum- > mock. Whipple’s confederate, loping like r a starved wolf bearing down upon i a rabbit, jerked something from his belt and hurled it at the girl. Ban- ’ nister saw a swift gleam in the air and heard a piteous little cry. » Karen had sunk to the ground. A snarl, savage as any that had left - the throats of the wild dogs, issued r from Napoleon’s distorted jowls. 3 Like a red bale of animated fury, c the chow hurled himself upon the 3 knife thrower and bore him to the 3 grou«d. “Sic! Bully, sic!” roared Dick, 1 thrusting a pointed finger at "Big Jeff” as he raced toward the melee. 1 At the sound of Bannister's voice . Whipple turned, dropped to one . knee so swiftly that Bully’s eager . leap carried him clear over the s crouching man’s head as he aimed his automatic. t Bannister’s own pistol was out p in the twinkling when something f whizzed over his head. He heard a soft thud, then a muffled curse e from Whipple who toppled sidee ways, the pistol dropping from his t nerveless fingers. Toole, forty feet in the rear, had . scooped a jagged rock from the . ground as he ran and hurled it at K “Big Jeff,” the man for whom he 3 had “sacrificed” that good right e arm. g Bannister restrained Bully but f kept his hands off the man. It was e Toole who kicked the weapon away e from Whipple’s clutch and subdued y him with raw fists. It was Toole o who jerked him to his feet and said: d “Geoffrey Whipple, you are nty pris- - oner”—a stiff bit of formality that •. he had thought of many times. And d it was Toole who took off his coat, s rolled up his sleeve and swung his e bare muscular arm in a complete circle before the face of the man who had put a stigma upon him. o He was “One-Armed” Toole—a ” laugh among certain of the New g York police—no longer. p (To Be Continued) V Csjwlsht. 1935. Chrll B«wU».-m PUUIbuM br KU( THtiuw Sys&uu. lu.

Marries Third Time at 90 V r T? '9 I i"' ; 'll 11 ■ i ■ i f l I 1 .>j v J ■ y I - gw • i . 1 JI Mr. and Mrs. David L. Selke I Even at 90 years of age love has called David 1 Selke, )•. . o f I congressional information bureau in Washington, D. C. Twice 39 widower after marriages that lasted 28 and 38 je.n , ; K .. •s hi* third bride, the former Sally Mason, 59, a music teacher ofll California and Washington. I As Ethiopia Rallies to Arms! '■ 'i C-X WM Doing their bit S •Men, women and even children in Ethiopia have rallied to .!• -fentfll their country from threat of war by Italy. In the upper photo, women are busy making uniforms for the rapidly mobilizing arrr.jßß recruited from desert and hill country. Members of the imperial HI guard, below, carry bayonets on their guns and are products training given by continental military aides. V Blind Flying Wins Award^ I [Capt. Hegenbergerj fjj 11 A v i| ft ' J] tAi*»oaT J Il * * 1 jr \ .. * award I • " Recipient" of the National Aeronautic association's trophy for the most outstanding contribution to aeronautics in 1935, Capt. Albert egen ergei of Dayton, 0., plans new improvements on the system of blind landing, which won for him the prize. The system of fo' o ' blind flymg 18 based on the radio and other equipment. The first e it wae accomplished by man was in 1932 when Capt. Hege* berger went up, pu t a hood ever his head and later landed safe’? Fres.dcnt Roosevelt made the award to the Dayton man /or hi* wnrl, AB w . nd UnrtiwL