Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 34, Number 22, Decatur, Adams County, 25 January 1936 — Page 2

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GOLDEN JUBILEE FOR VANCOUVER SET NEXT YEAR Vancouver, B. C. — (U.R) — The greatest celebration ever staged in western Canada is planned for Vancouver tiiis year to mark the city's . Golden Jubilee. In 1886 Vancouver was a mass

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SYNOPSIS Five oays before his marriage Sate, socially prominent Sharlene Standring's fiance, Kent Damerell, millionaire sportsman, is called to New York to the deathbed of Cora Manning, a former love. Cora shot herself upon learning of his engagement. Kent grants Cora's dying request that he marry her. But after the ceremony, she rallies. Kent tries in vain to suppress the newspaper stories. He then telephones Sharlene. Her mother takes the message. Thougn it is a terrific blow. Sharlene takes the news stoically. To offset the publicity of her jilting, Sharlene asks her best friend, Stuart Pennington —struggling young artist, who has loved her for years—to marry her. Though it is the realization of his dream, Stuart knows her proposal is a mere reaction to hurt pride. Enroute to Yuma, Arizona, for the ceremony, he wonders if it would • not be wiser for Sharlene to wait until Damerell were free. She insists on going through with the marriage. After the ceremony, the voung couple fly to the Grand Canyon. . . . Julie Devore, Stuart's model, who loves the young artist, is stunned at the news of his marriage. CHAPTER XV Julie threw herself full length on the floor and screamed and sobbed. Tantrums!!! When the violence of the storm finally wore off, she sat up dazedly. Her face was swollen and queerly streaked with black rivers running from her eyes down carefully powdered, tinted cheeks, to mix with the lip rouge which had been smeared from her mouth in distorted lines over her chin. She resembled a clown who had been out in the rain. After a while she pulled the paper over and read every word of the story, even the re-hashing on the back pages of Sharlene’s fairyprincess life. The story also featured an account of Kent Damerell marrying a woman in the East. .. . Suddenly Julie's dulled mind recovered its acumen. So, Sharlene Standring had been ditched cold! That's why she had come smirking up to the house yesterday afternoon! She came to grab off that dumb idiot of a Stuart to save her face! Jumping to her feet, she began to call Sharlene shocking names, mixed with fluent profanity. It made her feel immensely better. Indignation dried her tears. So, that was the kind of woman the exclusive Miss Stap.dring was! Well, she could be a lot smarter. Julie would fight her, for her man! She had a better right to Stuart Pennington than Sharlene Stanjring had! She would have turn back, or— Julie rushed to the bathroom mirror and inspected her face. Then she set grimly to work to repair the havoc with ire and cold cream. Then she dressed herself carefully in the best she had. After some hesitation she added the fur coat which she might, lose any day now because she was behind in her payments. It suiot-bered her this warm day— but it was the only really swagger thing in her wardrobe. With that, and her clanking bracelets, and the gentility of new gloves which she almost, never wore, the temperamental Julie felt suitably equipped to go forth and do battle. Rut. first there was the grocery hoy—-he was at the back door with spaghetti and all that, pertained thereto. Take 'em back," she said briefly. "But you ordered ’em.” “Can’t help that. Take ’em back. My—my husband is—not at home.” “Your husband! I saw the paper thia morning, girlie. I know whose husband Mr Pennington is—” "Get out!" she fairly screamed. “Sure. But let me leave you » little souvenir, sweetie.” He nressed a bit of garlic into her land and ran off laughing. She brew it after him and stamped wr foot and sputtered. * * • • » Mrs. Standring was just struggling awake from an exhausted nap. when her secretary ventured in apologetically. “I don't want to disturb you, Mis. Staadring—l know you've just got to rest—but— ’’ “What is it?” wearily. “More reporters?” . “No, we’re clear of them now. No, its a woman who acts very mysterious and threatening

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“A woman?” e "Well. I should .-ay a girl. She e savs her name is Julie De Vcre.” I, , “ never heard of her. What □’ docs she want ?” a “She declares she is Mr. Pcnt nington's ‘sweetie’--her own word, . Mrs. Standring.” “Heavens!” Mrs. Standring sat t up. "You don't suppose Stuart Pennington has any entangling al- »' Hances—” She paused, frowning. “I think perhaps you’d better see r this person, Mrs. Standring. She’s i very determined and angry; she . sounds dangerous to me!” ’ “Mary, 1 can’t bear it if he has , another wife . . . But no, Stuart ! wouldn't I'll tee her, but give i me time for a shower.” “Shall I serve her tea?" i “No, we’ll have no social arr.eniI ties till 1 S’, what hei game is. By the way, rlensc ask Mr. Morrow to j conic up if I: ■ can. Try to get him j at the studio. I feel unequal to . facing dangerous women alone.”

il i ,j Tn ia u & fl™ vVtv a ! tui Vclßb Kvr'' "Stuart cant marry her!” Julie went on. “It isn't fair—to me!"

Julie was left in the great drawing room to cool her heels in soli- ' tudc for forty minutes after the ; secretary had told her Mrs. Stand- ’ ring would be down presently. The place rattier subdued Julie in spite of her belligerent attitude. ... It was like a handsome cinema set, she thought, and wondered what the bathrooms were like. Funny to live in a set all the time! The spacious gardens seen through the enormous windows, the birds twittering outside, the decorous hush upon everything inside ... it almost “got her goat.” she admitted to herself nervously. She jumped when she heard a pleasant, low voice behind her: “Miss De Vore?” Mrs. Standring had come in noiselessly on the thick Oriental carpet and stood regarding her vis- ; itor tranquilly, but without cordiality. “You wished to see me?” “Yes!” Julie's sense of injury came sweeping back. These Standrings with all their money and position, acting snooty even as they plucked Stuart Pennington—Julie’s own prize—off the Christmas tree! They had their nerve! “You are a friend of Mr. Pennington?” asked Mrs Standring. “More than a friend!” Julie burst out. “Much more!” “Oh. Well, sit down. What did you wish to sec me about?” "This marriage—with your daughter—T won't have it!"' “What? But its done—they’re married—’ "Stuart can’t marry her! ft isn't right! It isn't fair—to me!” "What claim have you on Mr, Pennington?” "I—l'm engaged ui him. . I live at hit hOuw "

arrangements to hold a scries of gala events in 1936, lasting for I three months, from May 24, Emi pb'e “ay. until August 15. During that time, competitions In every form of land and aquatic sports will be held. Exhibitions depicting the early history of the town, competitions In music, art,

I “Really!” gasped Mrs. Stand ! ring, genuinely startled. “1 thought.—” “You thought he'd been in love with your girl for five years? Well, you see she went off for eighteen months. I came in the meantime.” Julie smiled meaningly, triumphantly. “Oh, I can't believe that Stuart —no, no, it can’t be. Stuart loves Sharlene—l know that-—” Mrs. Standring was really speaking to herself. Julie jumped to her feet, her eyes blazing dramatically. “He loves me— me— l do everything for him! He just thought he had to marry your daughter when she asked him because he's just a weak fool for the soft stuff. The way she came whining to him when her boy friend let her down! I won't put up with it, do you hear?” She was standing over Mrs. Standring

now, shouting and brandishing her arms. “Stuart is mine! Mine.” “What’s all this?” broke in Lucien Morrow's hearty voice. The secretary had brought him directly to the drawing room without letting Brooks announce him. Mrs. Standring was inunensely relieved. Capable as she was, she felt that she needed help in this unprecedented encounter. “Why, Julie!” Lucien exclaimed in astonishment, “What kind of an ac+ are you putting on?” “I’m not putting on any act!" barked Julie furiously. “What arc you butting in for?” “But what’s it all about?” Th" famous movie director looked inquiringly at Mrs. Standring. “State your case, Miss De Vcre,* she said wearily. 'l’ve been telling her—l won’t have Stuart marry her daughter I won’t stand it!” “Why, Julie, you can't do any tiling about it. The knot's tied.” expostulated the cinema boss. “It’s got to be untied—pronto! She’s got what she wanted ... to save her face because the other guy ditched her. She’ll* get a di vorce—or I’ll—” “Now*, now, Julie,” said Lucien matter-of-factly. “Don't be a . . . desperate ... Dora. And where do you come in. anyway? To my certain knowledge Stuart never prom ised—or intended—to marry you." Julie suddenly went wild “He’s got to marry me—now!" “What do you mean?” “I—l’m goin’ to—l'm goin' to—” She broke into loud sobbing and cast herself down in a woebegone heap on & chair. (To Be Continued)

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vocal culture, dancing and air pageants are a few of the other events planned Each week w'U he devoted to an individual section of the program. The maritime nalious of the world uro being asked to send visiting waships and units which will take part in the international evipts, as well as working in with the national group events, which are beTng planned on a compr hensive scale. An "Air Week", the main feature of which will be an air race between Montreal and Vancouver, also is planned. Q STATUE HONORS MAN WHO MADE MONKEYS LAUGH Brunswick. Germany. — (U.R) — Brunswick's first famous monument is to Till Euletwpiegel, a practical joker who lived during the Middle Ages and was so funny he made moneys laugh. This remarkable teat is depicted by the monument, a fountain around which sits a ring of monkeys and owls, laughing up

SYNOPSIS Five days before his marriage date, socially: prominent Sharlene Standring's nance, Kent Damerell, millionaire sportsman, is called to New York to the deathbed of Cora Manning, a former love. Cora shot herself upon learning of his engagement. Kent grants Cora’s dying request that he marry her. But after the ceremony, she rallies. Kent tries in vain to suppress the newspaper stories. He then tele--1 phones Sharlene. Her mother takes the message. Though it is a terrific blow, Sharlene takes the news stoically. To offset the publicity of her jilting, Sharlene asks her best friend, Stuart Pennington —struggling young artist, who has loved her for years—to marry her. Though it is the realization of his dream, Stuart knows her proposal is a mere reaction to hurt pride. Enroute to Yuma, Arizona, for the ceremony, he wonders sf it would not be wiser for Sharlene to wait until Damerell were free. She insists on going through with the marriage. After the ceremony, the young couple fly to the Grand Canyon. . . . Julie Devore, Stuart’s model, who loves the young artist, is stunned at the news of his marriage. She goes to Mrs. Standring and tells her she was engaged to Stuart. Lucien Morrow, the motion picture director and friend of Stuart, enters on the scene. CHAPTER XVI Mrs. Standring looked at Lucien in dismay. He was studying the palpitating girl with narrowing, shrewd eyes. After a moment Julie jumped tempestuously to her feet again. “I’ll give my story to the papers!” she cried, with mounting hysteria. “My story—one top of that hurryup Yuma wedding—and that other scandal in New York. It’ll make swell reading—they’ll pay me money for it. I’ll tell ’em ... I don’t care. I love Stuart—l’d do anything to get him back—” “See here!” Mrs. Standring spoke coldly, incisively. “How much money do you want?” “Money!” sneered Julie, magnificently, “I don’t want your filthy money! I just want my man back!” “Well, well!’’ said Lucien, musingly, in the silence that followed this outburst. “I never realized you were such a good little actress, Julie.” One round dark eye appeared quickly from behind her handkerchief and she looked at the big director with sudden fixed attention —a sob suspended, as it were, in mid-air. “It’s too bad,” he went cu gently. “You sec. I’m casting for this new Reno super-picture. You’re exactly the type I want for one of the leads. 1 could persuade the Old Man to let you have the part—in two minute* —if you could put on an act for him anywhere near as good as this one. But, of course, it's all off if you marry. The part fits you like a glove, and it would be the big break for you—too bad!” Julie was silent, twisting her handkerchief unhappily. “ 'Tisn't as if there was anyth-ng to depend on in Stuart, either.” Lucien went on pessimistically, “even if you could break up thu marriage. An artist never makes any money. Besides, he doesn’t love you -you know that, Julie, as w ell as I do. Don't kid yourself about that, he doesn’t even know you’re alive! You ought not to waste any more time on hint. You're too attractive a girl.” “Ye-es," said Julie unhappily. “Too bad about it all,” : ighcd Lucien. “This part fits you like that dres., you’ve got on—and it's a real feature part ” There was a long pause. Then Julie burst out: “Mr. Morrow—would it—make any difference—if I told you—it i n't true?” “What do you mean—it isn’t true?” "That engagement business. I

at iheir hero. He lounges back, on slipper half off. regaling them with stories Eulentpiegel begun his career. ns a humorist by baking gingerbreak in the shape of owls and monkeys, a stuut that shocked the) i baker to whom he was apprenth ed latter lie became more audacious and rode through his home village naked His practical jokes on innkeeper* and business men were so numerous that after his death a collection of stories about him was printed and sold through out Germany. Many travelers visiting Bruns wick wonder if Till was response ble for the amusing carving* and designs on the beams of the old houses of the town. These are elab-, orately curved with angels, fish, mermaids, saints and caricatures of men. and the inner courts are decorated with bright sayings, old adages and pious statements. Bui most of these houses were built in the 16th Century, long after Eulcnspiegel died. '

was used I just thought that up on the impulse, you know.” Lucien turned away, exchanging an eloquent glance with Mrs. Standring, and walked over to a window. Julie watched him anxiously. “All right. Julie,” he said finally, “I’ll see you get the part. Only”— he became severe —“you’ve got to promise to leave Stuart alone. "Oh, I promise,” agreed Julie readily, beginning to bear. “I d rather have My Career than—even Stuart!” “Want to come down now for a test?” “Oh, please. Mr. Morrow—l've been crying—l look awful.” “Well, can you work up a good emotional scene like his any minute?” . , "Any minute,” she promised eagerly. _ , . "Well," said Mrs. Standnng with a sigh. “I'm glad that’s settled satisfactorily. Will you have some tea?” "Oh, no, thank you, Mrs. Standring,” said Julie. "Beer’s my drink and there’s a lot of it up at Stuart’s house.” She hesitated and then remarked clumsily: “I—l’m sorry to have bothered you.” Mrs. Standring shrugged a little and dismissed the apology with a wave of the band. “But the scene brought you luck. I wish you every success in your new career.” "What about squaring some of the—ah —fiction you’ve told about Stuart, eh, Julie?" prompted Lucien. "Well,” Julie acknowledged, “I hardly know what I said—l was awfully upset. But Stuart wasn’t —well, he took me in when I was just starving, and paid me to pose for him until I could get my break in pictures—” Lucien glanced at Mrs. Standring and saw the relief in her face. “All right, Julie. We understand it was all part of your act. Now suppose you come along with me. I’m going up to Stuart’s place and get the rest of his stuff to bring down here, and then turn the house back to the landlord. A’ou can have the beer. And he left enough money with me for you, Kid, to keep you in your apartment till your contract begins.” Julie's eyes began to shine at that magic word . . . “contract.” She wrapped her fur eoat more closely about her form, and walked elegantly ahead of Mr. Morrow out into the reception hall “set.” Lucien turned to smile at Mrs. Standring before he followed her. Mrs. Standring sank back into a soft, low chair, and rang for tea. "Perhaps I’ve seen a star in the making!” she thought whimsically. Sharlene took to her bed. in the luxurious suite on the Malolo, soon after they sailed out of the Golden Gate. She said she was tired and Stuart did not wonder. He himself felt as if he had been a toy top in the remorseless hands of a small boy, being spun and spun with frantic energy. He had whirred through the air until the noise of the motors dominated his brain with their maddening remembered roar long after he had landed. He had been whirled around San Francisco, dancing in night clubs drinking, meeting an extraordinary number of gay people, of whom Sharlene was the gayest: hearing jazz, which nearly erased him until it. resolved its rhythm into the throb of the motors in his brain. Sharlene was possessed of a demon of restlessness. She had not whimpered since- that outbreak at the Canyon, but she seemed bent on spinning herself and Stuart into a state of complete and lastinz diz-zin-ss. But once on shipboard. Sra»'-»» stayed in her bed through S>*->'4v and Monday, not eating, just lying there very sti.i v.ixh her eyes closed. Stuart looked in anxiously on her now and again, and vn-“- she reused to smile wanly at hint She said she was seasick, but Stuart knew better. The sea was »- Placid as a sunlit pond and the •*’ p moved through it without, perceptible motion. The ductor a .e. nd left a sedative which Sharlene did not take. She just continuea to lie motionless, aud

CANADA uar R g G e E ?o T l°d deposits Montreal.- (U.R) -C«*' l “ dß ’ *“*' 'it. almost limitless undeveloped gold and other mineral deposit*._l» in a strategic potion » '« d the world out of the “J ~,-i Hunter. Santa Binh “ .'economist and sociologist. M« Interview*! during a visit on . Hunter declared the Dominion could attain a standard of ity as yet undreamed of-prvided that no unforeseen governmen obstacles are imposed. The problem, he said, was to get these resources, especially go < . out of the ground, and the Canadian government should offer awry indieement to foreign capital to ionic into the country. I -if you can get 1100.000,000 a year of outside money to be spent tn this country for exploration pur poses, and another 1100,000.000 to be used in development of the de posits discovered, you would solve the unemployment problem in this icountry in no time." lie asaei.ed

Stuart knew that behind llc ," ened lids she reviewed and faced the first great catastrophe of ht life. He could not help her, so he left her alone, which he divined was what she wanted. Her maid, Ka ir. whom they had found at the' hotel with the trunks, was banished for hours at a time from the stateroom, and was powerless to do anything for her mistress. Tuesday morning btuart pacing the deck when Sharlene came out of her cabin. He horned to her in smiling relief, and led her to their deck chairs, where he had spent the best part of the past two days and a half in lonely state. Her sport hat was drawn over her exhausted eyes, and the big collar ot her coat turned up. People sat up as she passed, glancing curiously at her, for she was the celebrity of the ship. Thev had all been twittering about how “too awfully bad” it was for a bride to be seasick. And the only person on board who was, except for a couple of timid old ladies who thought they must be seasick as this was their first ocean voyage. The bride’s tall graceful form, her clothes, the bit of her lovely face they could glimpse, whetted their curiosity. . . . “Yes. she did look like her pictures in the newspapers.” Stuart received scant *’ tention from them He was just Miss Standring’s husband—a poor artist or something. But excited whispers grew in volume, as other passengers speculated upon the breaking-up of that other so much more desirable marriage to the rich young man in New York. Sharlene was quite unconscious of the excitement she caused. She had grown so accustomed to being stared at, that it no longer disconcerted her. Not even the lately deplored newspaper publicity was in her mind now. She sank down in the deck chair and Stuart wrapped her robe about her feet. The wind was chill, in spite of the sunshine, as they were not yet in tropic*! “Feel better, dear?” “Yes. I’ve got hold of myself..., I’ve been perfectly rotten to you.” He settled down in bis chair beside her. “No, you haven't. I think you’re —splendid.” “What about? I’ve been beastly selfish—but I mean to do better.” lie squeezed her hand under the rug. , . . “I’ve thought it all out.” she roused herself to ray, presently. “But still I can't understand why it should happen to me." Sharlene was going to talk about Kent Damerell at last. Stuart braced himself. “It’s a plain caoc,” she said, “of Kent not loving me—enough. Oh, I daresay he wanted me as a play-companion-wifc. We like to do the same thing.. . . . But he didn't have any of the—the depth of feeling I had. . . . This othei woman—he loved her over a period of years—she was the real one ... But, Stuart, why should I have been made to suffer?” “You? Well, Sharlene. I reckon we ail take our turn at that— Do you remember the time, year? ago. that you dragged me tn the Holly wood Bowl to an Easter sunrise service?” "Yes—” "T wonder if you remember what the venerable clergyman said about Easter and Good Friday?" “No, I don't think I do, Stuart " "Well, I do—partly because it’-, all mixed up with a sunrise skv. jade and azure and rose and gold. A panoply of glory, you know, as » sort of diapason to his word' H” said every life had its Easter and every life had its Good Friday—’’ "Yes. I remember now. He did say that.” "Wen, you’ve never had vour Good rriday until now, Sharlene If it e coming to each of us-1 don't know- . . “He said, didn’t, he," Sharlene took it up thoughtfully-, “sometime* your Good Friday came first., and sometimes last—but you alwav -■ had it? (,ethsemane—for every-, body. . . Yes, I suppose he’d s»v i d had my Easter-all my life plenty of it - “ <To Be Continuedj

“And you would have 10 to 16 years in which to repay the investment. which would nave coat you nothing in the moantime” ">0 1 MARKETREPORTS daily report of local and foreign markets Brady'* Markat for Decatur, Berne. Cralgvi ll *' Hoagland *"d Wiltahire Clot* at 12 Noon. Corrected January 25. No commission and no yardage. Veals received Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. — 100 to 120 lbs. 5 0.10 | 120 to 140 lbs. U.SO j HO to 160 lbs 9.W | 160 to 190 lbs O-l’i | 190 to 230 lbs 10.0<i 230 to 270 lbs 9.70 , 270 to 300 lbs. 9.60 300 to 350 lbs • SO Rough* — SOO Stags 6.001 Vealer* 12.00 i Ewe and wether lambs 10.00 | Buck lambs ••00 Yearling lambs 5.001 FORT WAYNE LIVESTOCK Hoge. 40c lower: 160-180 lbs. 10.20; 180JOO Up. 10.10; 200 225 lbs. 10. W: 225-250 Ibe. 9.90; 250- • 275 lbs. 9.50; 275-300 Ibe. 9.70; I 300-350 lbs. 9.25; 140-160 lbs. 9.75; 120-140 lbs. 9.50; 100-120 lbs. 9.25. Roughs 8.25. Stags 6.50. Calves 12.50. LOCAL GRAIN MARKET Corrected January 25. No. 1 New Wheat, 60 lbs. or better -93 c No. 2 New Wheat. 58 lbs 92c Oat* 20 to 21c Good ry No. 2 Yel. soy beaus 70c New No. 4 yellow corn, 100 lbs —.53 to 63c Rye 45c CENTRAL SOYA MARKET Dry No. 2 Yellow Soy Beans 7Oc ■ (Delivered to factoryi SCHOOL BUSSES I te-oNTINCED FROM PAOH ONKI that the cost of all-metal bodies is no greater than goofl composite bodies. A number of companies manufacturing school busses already have declared their intention oi going into all-metal construction. ' No definite date was set for requiring purchase of all-metal bod- ■ ies in busses, but a date in the near future probably will be set, Mr. McMurray said. Members of the committee are, Mr. McMurray, Donald Stiver, superintendent oi the state police demutment: Dr. Verne K Harvey, director of the state health department: Pete 11. Dawson ot the iuotlor vehicle division, public service I commission, nud M. Clifford Townj send, lieutenant governor. "Tnnouncb plan I FROM PAGE ONE) the daace. the proceeds to be divided in the same manner as the other funds. The orchestra for the dance has I.H-en announced as Frankie Schenk and his thirteen piece orchestra land entertainer. Plans for the card party, to be held before the dance, are almost completed. The tickets include the card party aud the dance, aud are selling for sl. -o

Weather >ioucrates Here This Morning Fhf weather had moderated somewhat this morning, und th. downtown streets age again a scene of busy activity. County highway supervisor. Waiter Gil i Hom. stated that ull township I roads were open at noon today.! thus etrnbling the farmers -to do their Srrtnrday shopping. The • wrather prediction tor Sunday ini pmsiMe x-uow and slightly colder Os Receive Word OI Death OI Uncle Mr. aud Mrt. Argo Sudduth, 819; Lim ■ treet. received word Friday of the death of their uncle Waiter Roth, 38. of Misb.nwaka. Death was caused by pneumonia. Mr. 1 R' 11 i. survived ,t.y the widow and two children. A military' funeral will be held, either Sunday or Monday in Mishawaka with burial J’ Vari Wert, Ohio. Mr. and Mrs. Sudduth will leave ; tluz ■ 'cning for Mishawaka. Mr. Roth wn H well lUMiwn in Decatur having visited here a number of times. Cabbage Stalks n Feet Tall Butuos Airtts —(T P)—Juau Mar "'Hx Souto. retired bank clerk, clai rs to possess Hie world’s largret and most uniwiml cabbage. He iub tu a st; .’p-adder every few days When he wante to climb to tiie top to trim it. The cabbage » 11 feet tall.

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