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CLUB CALENDAR Society Deadline, 11 A. M. Fanny Macy Phone* 1000 — IMI Saturday Pastry Sale, Girl Scout Troop No. 3. Schafer Store, 9 a. m. Public Party, Moose Home, 8 n. m.. Mission Rand, Evangelical Church 3 p. m. Monday Music Department, Mrs. C. J. ' Beavers. 7:30 p. ni. Corinthian Claw. Mrs. Fred King, 7:30 p. tn. Evangelical Young Crusaders' Class, Miss Eeta Fleming. 7 30 p. m. ’ Tlrzah Club, Ben Hur Hall. 8 p. tn. Research Club. Mrs. Russell Owens, 2:30 p. m. Literature Department. Mrs. Harry Molts. 7:30 p. m. Tuesday Flower Garden Club, Mrs. Floyd Arnold. 425 Closs Street. 2:30 p. m. Mary and Martha Class. Mrs. Harry Butler, 7:30 p. m. Kum-Joln-Ue Anniversary Supper. Evangelical Church, 6:30 p. m. Adams County Nurses' Association. Misses Beulah Barkley and Rth Stucky, 3020 S. Calhoun St., Fort Wayne, 7:30 p m. Psi lota Xi Social Meeting, Mrs Floyd Grandstaff. 7:30 p. m. Tri Kappa Social Meeting. Elk's Home, 8 p. m. Wednesday Y. M. C. Mr. and Mrs. M. W BarBarber, after prayer meeting Shakespeare Club. Mrs. Jesse Rice, 2:30 p. m. Business and Professional Wo-1 men's Club. Rice Hotel. 6:30 P. M Thursday Woman's Foreign Missionary Society, Mrs. Charles Fletcher. 2 p. m. Presbyterian Indies’ Aid Society. Mrs. William Affolder. 2:30 p. m. Friendship Village Home Economics Club. Mrs. Earl Sipe. Phoebe Bible Class. Zion Reformed Church. 7:30 p. m Women of the Moose, Moose Home, 7:30 p. m. At the close of the entertainment, several songs were sung by the - group after which a delicious . luncheon of St. Patrick s Day ap- ' pointments was served by the i hostess. The Friendship Village home onomics club of Blue Creek township will hold its March meeting at the home of Mrs. Earl Sipe.

father of Loretta Young, the sweetheart of Greene. Loretta and the other principals are standing around waiting for the scene to be lined up. "All right.” says the assistant director, "Let’s have the second team in here." On movie sets, they refer to the stand-ins as the second team. So, as the lights go on, the standins take their places where the stars later will play the scene. As their title implies, all that stand-ins have to do is stand while the cameraman lines up the lighting for the shot. But, today, these suddenly start speaking the lines. Loretta looks up in amazement, so do all the actors. Oblivious to the sensation they are creating, the stand-ins play the scene right through to the finish—and without once blowing up in a line. By this time, Ford is grinning and the stars are bursting with questions. Some of them won’t know until they read this how it happened. Ford framed the gag with the stand-ins the night before. A director's trick to keep things lively on the set. This is the flfgt time we ever saw this particular gag used, but a certain amount of clowning goes on on every set. It helps keep the troupe in a good humor. For instance, on the next set we visit. "Alexander’s Ragtime Band”,

Cameraman Pevereil Marley has pasted two newspaper pictures of Alice Faye on the camera. They are what is known in the trade as "leg art”. One is caption ed "Symmetry o f Limbs Enhances Her Charms". In the picture, so far, Alice is

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wearing the long skirts of 1916 and the contrast is good for a laugh. You also notice that Director Henry King has a pair of miniature boxing gloves suspended from his lapel. Earlier in the film, he was fighting a severe cold and Alice Faye gave them to him as a gag. Now the prop man carefully guards them and King puts them on every morning before the first shot.

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT SATURDAY. MARCH 12.1938.

Thursday, March 17, with Mrs. H. L. Sipe and Mrs. Lester Sipe assisting hostesses. Each member Is to bring a piece of linen for display. BIRTHDAY PARTY AT KINDERGARTEN Mrs, Rusecll Owens entertained the children of her Happy Times Kindergarten with a party Friday afternoon, honoring the fifth birthday anniversary o sher so.i, David, and the sixth anniversary of Barbara Deßolt. Davld'a birthday will he Sunday and Barbara's was last Sunday. Mrs. Clyde Harris assisted Mrs. Owens in entertaining. Games were enjoyed and songs were sung. A largo table was centered with a birthday cake bearing a lighted can-' die. Refreshments were served. WOMEN OF MOOSE PLAN MEETING The Women of the Moose he'd their regular meeting Thursday eve- i nlng at the Moose Home with a i good attendane. During the bus!ness meeting, appliationa for mem- ! bershlp were presented. The senior , regent, Mrs. Brice Roop appointed the following investigating commit-1 tee: Mrs. Dora Cook, Mrs. John Loshe, Jr., and Mrs. Bert Haley. Plans for the district meeting , to be held here Sunday, March 27. ' were discussed. A cloned meeting will be held, at which time the new district officers will be installed.! -New members will be initiated. ! The following committees were

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SYNOPSIS Jaxie Cameron, lovely young newspaper columnist, travels west aboard the Big Chief, extra-fare train, in search of copy for "The Friendly Corner,” column in the Chicago Star-Tribune. Tommy Ackerman, staff photographer, sees her off, taking a flashlight picture as Jaxie waves farewell from the observation platform. Inside Car 74X, Mose, the porter, is installing those who, for three dramatic days, are to be companions in the swift rush to the Coast. Among the passengers, Jaxie identifies as a bride a girl who dashes into the train laughing excitedly. CHAPTER II She was followed instantly by a grinning young man whose hat and shoulders dripped grains of rice and whose arms were laden with bags and cases of vivid orchid leather. Mose did not require the evidence of the rice to register the newcomers as bride and groom, and he hurried forward, beaming benevolently, to relieve the self-conscious young man of his burdens. “Yes, »uhl I guess you-all take drawin’ room A, if ah'm a guessah.” “No—why, er no. .. . It’s number nine—lower nine, isn't it, Marie?” The man blushed with confusion. “Yes, nine,” laughed the girl in a shrill voice, still waving at the garrulous group on the platform and throwing kisses. Mose shrugged again and turned about into the car, leading the way to the farthest end. “Wrong again,” he mumbled to himself. A stout, bland gentleman already was settled in section 9, his worn Gladstone bag tucked under the seat that rode forward. He was reading a sales brochure that proclaimed his profession and he glanced up inquiringly as Mose arrived with the shining new orchid luggage, the gushing, giggling bride and the blushing, wriggling bridegroom in tow. “Ah reckon you-all’s gonna hab kinds close quatahs heah,” Mose observed, and winked at the bland gentleman, who grinned broad response. “How ’bout settin’ dis heah hat box jes’ inside dat drawin’ room doah, till we know es it’s gonna be occypied?”* The wary bridegroom cast a dubious eye toward the indicated drawing room. "Just so you don’t charge us extra for the space.” he laughed ruefully. “I told you that do-dad was one too much to take.” He turned toward the girl, excitedly bewildered and striving for composure. “Oh, Harry dear,” she chided him gently. “ 'Coa’se dey ain't no extry charge,” Mose replied with good nature, fitted the rest of the pieces into place, his color-loving eye delighted with the orchid leather and estimating its wo-rth in a swaggering bridegroom’s top. “Das all right, suh,” he rambled on with his monologue, “Ah’s a married man myself, ah is, and ah knows all ’bout dis heah honeymoon business.” Another exchange of glances With the bland gentleman. He stood aside for the bride to take the forward scat which the gallant first occupant of the section had proffered, and became aware of the touch of the young husband’s hand as he pressed something into his. Os course embarrassed bridegrooms always were shy about paying tips in the presence of new wives. Mose closed his hand expectantly and almost dropped the coin in his astonishment. A thin dime! Four pieces of orchid leather baggage were good for a dime! In spite of his years of experience with humanity, Mose was still easily deceived by tawdry surface display. “My gawdt” he ejaculated as he hurried away. "How I does pity dat gal what have jes’ acquired dat tightwad for a husban’l” But his manner and expression betrayed nothing of his thoughts as he hastened forward to meet a new group of passengers just entering the car hesitantly. A grave-faced man carried a baby on one arm and i

appointed: prize*, Mrs. Andy Zeser, •Mrs. Bert Haley; refreshment*. Mrs. Dora Cook. Mrs. Cecil Gause, Mrs. Lloyd Kreischer. Mrs. Rhoda HUI; reception, Mrs. Bernard Loshe. Mrs. John Ixishe, Jr., entertaining. Mrs. Edith Tester, Mrs. Wtn. No)1. The chapter decided to meet every Thursday evening at seventhirty o’clock until after the district meeting. They also decided to hold a fish fry for the Tomato Growers' Association March 29. The menu committee will Include Mrs. Dora Cook, Mrs. Lulu Shaffer, Mrs. Lloyd Krclscher and Mrs. Andy Zeser. The chapter will make final plans for the annual Easter supper, Saturday, April 16, at the next meeting. I March 17. Mrs. Andy Zeser was aI warded the attendance prize. Mrs. C. J. Beavers will be hostess to the Music Department of the Woman's Club Monday evening at gev-ien-thirty o'clock. The meeting has \ been charged from March 28 to . March 14 Members are asked to j please take notice. — PUBLICITY COMMITTEE HAS REGULAR MEETING The publicity committee of the j Women of the Moose held a business meeting at the home of Mrs. ' Cecil Gause Friday evening at sev-en-thirty o’clock, with all members , present. After the routine business, a socI ial hour was enjoyed. Miss Jane 'Ann Smith was a guest at the meet-

a scarred brown leather suitcase in the other hand. A plain little woman followed, holding a small boy by the hand and clasping two smaller bags of cheap patent leather that proclaimed their recent purchase for the occasion. “Lower 7?” the man said inquiringly, as Mose collected the bags industriously and indicated the section. “How long before you leave?” “ ’Bout fibe minutes, now,” Mose consulted his wrist watch and bustled away, having bowed his thanks for the quarter which the

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man evidently had had ready in his hand. The woman glanced around the car, shyly, sat down and took the baby on her lap and appealed to her husband, who y>as occupied with removing the small boy’s coat and cap. The child’s eyes stared wide with the novelty of this strange place which was called a train. He had played with trains for as long as his abbreviated memory could recall, but this was so overwhelmingly real and different than even his youthful imagination had conjured. “Oh, Ed. I’m so frightened about going alone,” the little woman murmured. “I wish you were coming along to help manage Junior. And think if Mother should—!” “I know. I’d go with you if I could leave—and we could afford it, Carrie. Brace up, dear, perhaps Mother wili be much better by the time you get there. Let me know right away, won’t you? Be a good boy. Junior, and help Mummy with sister.” Junior suddenly puckered his face and wailed, “I wanna do home wiv daddy!” “Sh! There, there. Junior! See all the people looking at you!” his mother entreated with panic. How young we are taught to fear what people will think! “See—daddy has to go, now. The train is going to start. Listen, do you hear the bell?” Junior stopped wailing to listen for the bell, but his mother’s voice sounded more strange to him—strained with anxiety and choked with unshed tears. Her husband kissed them all hurriedly and fled, as the train began to move. Two women in section 8 across the aisle exchanged grim glances of consternation. “Wouldn’t it be just our luck,” observed the thin, high-nosed one who wore eyeglasses and a dull black crepe dress of last season's mode, “to have two crying children right across the aisle for three days on a train, after teaching forty noisy, SQuirmitMF •ounnten for nine

ing. Delicious refreshments were served by the hostess. o- — ( Personals ! Miss Matilda Sellemeyer, Mrs Ralph Yager and daughter Kathryn Louise visited In Fort Wayne today. The Misses Evelyn Kohls and Sylvia Ruhl left this morning for , Chicago. They will be the guests ] of Miss Ina Anderson for several days. o ♦ —- ♦ ' Adams County Memorial Hospital ♦ <• Dismissed: Mrs. Cornelius Gelmer, Homestead; Mrs. Clolse Ream, route 1. Monroe. Donald Poling, ruote 4: Miss Ix>o- 1 na Wefel, Preble. 1 'Admitted: Mrs. Althous Tay.'or. Monroeville; Jerry Dague, baby son of Mr. and Mrs. Marion Dague, route 6. Decatur; Mrs. Victor Gephart, 1445 Second street. ARRIVALS Mr .and Mrs. John Simmons of Bryant are the parents of a baby son. born at the Adams county memorial hospital Saturday morning ( at 8:25 o’clock. The baby weighed six pounds and thirteen ounces and

months and saving our hard-earned money for a vacation?” • • • As the train began to move, Jaxie Cameron, Star-Tribune columnist, I who expected to miss nothing on this trip, going or coming, hurried into the observation car, which was filled to capacity, and proceeded to the rear platform. That small rectangle of space was crowded, also, but already the passengers of the Big Chief were growing tolerant of close proximity, as companion trav. elers quickly do. Each one conceded

i the fact that everyone else desired to share the thrill of being on the i rear platform when the Limited ■ pulled out of the terminal, and ■ shifted obligingly into the smallest ■ space, A half dozen persons oe- . cupied the chairs under the awni ing and the others stood against the ! gleaming brass rail. As Jaxie I opened the screen door and hesii tated, two of the standees moved , aside to provide space for her. One I of them was the tall young man • whose eyes had met hers when she left the platform some ten minutes ; before. Their glances met again, ■ momentarily, and Jaxie experienced • a fleeting reaction that was new in i her wide experience of meeting and associating with men. His glance flashed into a half smile that seemed, without prei amble, to bridge their lack of . acquaintance, even while there was • nothing presuming about it. His I eyes were very blue, even in the , garish light, and their gaze caused Jaxie a momentary sensation of ! giddiness—or was it the sudden . speed of the train, as they stood at the end railing with space gliding . away from them, faster and faster? i The train slipped through ini numerable skeleton frames of bridges which reminded Jaxie, even i in her chaotic state of mind, of that , childish game of “Button, button, ■ who’s got the button?” and its gapi ing, half-opened hands of empty in- . quiry. Under the bridges the black oily surface of the river mirrored | the flashing lights of the train that | slipped over it like a necklace of , gleaming jewels. They clicked and jolted over seci tion crossings, swerved suddenly at ’ such an angle that those standing at the end of the railing received the full benefit of the whip-crack, and i Jaxie swayed precariously from her balance. Instantly, the arm of the man beside her reached out to steady her. i (To be continued) Copyright, Edn* Bobb Webitcr. » ■ Distributed by King Feature* Syndlwte, In*

has been named John Phillip. Mr. and Mrs. William Strahtn , of 339 North Ninth street are the : parents of an eight pound baby ' daughter, born this morning at 9:5" , o’clock.. This Is the fifth child and third girl. .... - —o DISTRICT MEET — tCONTINHKD FROM FZ.3B ONK - And .New Converts Uniting with the Church." Rev. Stacy F. Shuw. ! pastor of the Union Chapel Church.' will speak on ‘‘God’s Will Ami Easter Evangelism.” Rev. 8. A. Wells, pastor of the Calvary U. B. church, Ft. Wayne, is leader of the district and will preside over the session. Rev. B. H. Cain, D. D., Warsaw, is superintendent of the St. Joseph con- , ference, of which this district Is a part. Rev? Caln will bring a report of conditions In the conference and in the denomination. o GOV. TOWNSEND g,r _ ' would be unsuccessful. McNutt steadfastly has denied that he is a candidate for "any public office," but it is no secret that his supporters are busy building | political fences for 1940. The former governor will return to the United States, one source I intimated, about Nov. 1. ostensibly to participate in a fall campaign in which Sen. Frederick Van Nuys. . D. Ind., who has broken with the I state machine, plans to run for re ; election as an Independent. Me- , Nutt's forces have entered Samuel ' Jackson. Fort Wayne attorney, in I

SYNOPSIS Jaxie Cameron, lovely young newspaper columnist, travels west aboard the Big Chief, extra-fare | train, in search of copy for “The Friendly Corner,” column in the Chicago Star-Tribune. Tommy Ackerman, staff photographer, sees her off, taking a flashlight picture as Jaxie waves farewell from the observation platform. Inside Car 74X, Mose, the porter, is installing those who. for three dramatic days, are to be companions in the swift rush to the Coast. Among the passengers, Jaxie identifies a bride and groom, and notices a beautiful girl who is probably on her way to Hollywood. Carrie Dade, a tiredlooking mother with two small children, instantly awakens Jaxie’s sympathy. After the train leaves, the young columnist returns to the observation platform. On a sharp curve she almost loses her balance as she stands near the rail, but a tall, gray-eyed man grasps her arm as she sways precariously. CHAPTER HI The stranger’s eyes smiled friendly apology as he held Jaxie’s arm firmly for a moment. “I think you had better not stand at the railing,” he said. “It is more dangerous there now, even, than when we get going faster out on the open road.” “But 1 might miss something,” laughed Jaxie, and added, “Thank you for saving my balance." “You might miss something, all right, but it might be better if you did. At any rate, I’ll stand here ready to save you if you must be so audacious. Your first trip west?” His tone was not so curious as it was interested. “Oh, yes," Jaxie’s enthusiasm bubbled. “And I can’t wait to see everything. That’s why I’m on the Big Chief—so I can get there as fast as possible.” “You must have a very good reason for wanting to get there so fast,” he suggested. “I have. So I can see all there is to see and hurry back again,” she parried roguishly. Their amusement mingled pleasantly. “That certainly is a very good reason for hurrying away,” he agreed. "Doesn’t it make you feel queer,” she changed the subject, suddenly, with her eyes intent on the retreating distance, “slipping out of the city and leaving it behind like this? All the lights and silhouettes seem to be drawing back and falling away into space. It is they that are moving instead of us.” “Y'ou put it into words very well. I’m one of those unfortunate people who feel things but can’t express them.” “Be glad that you don’t have to. It is one thing to feel an experience in your own thoughts and quite another to express it in words th it will convey the same impression to others. But that happens to be what I have to do.” "A writer?” “Yes — columnist. That’s the worst line in the game. Searching out little precious bits of life and serving them up in appetizing ways for the hungry public that is too ' busy living to find life for itself.” “I can see that you do it very well—and like it,” he observed with admiration. “Os course. I adore it. But like most humans. 1 bite the hand that feeds me—make caustic remarks about the work 1 live by.” “Well, I’ve been devoting most of my caustic remarks to railroads in general and upper berths in particular. Can you imagine my climbing a ladder and folding myself into an upper?” His grin denied the force of his resentment. “Then you must be in a hurry to get to the coast, yourself, if you prefer that discomfort to waiting for the next train,” she suggested. “It happens that 1 had no choice in the matter,” he answered enigmatically, then remarked as he glanced about and noted that most of the passengers had gone inside, “We may as well take these vacant chairs and be comfortable.” He

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the race. While McNutt was giving his! farewell address last night. Roscoe 1 Fertich, commissioner of the war| minerals administration, suffered a fatal heart attack Fertich was: * a native of Muncie, Ind. o ...— .. Beer Dealers Meet With Gov. Murphy Detroit, March 12 —(UP) — A state liquor control commission de- ' cislon on whether or not to stand by its order to ban all Indiana beer j beginning Monday was expected today ae Michigan and Indiana officials. brewers and beer distributors met here with Gov. Frank Murphy. I The commission yesterday met

placed two of them at the best angle for the view. “May I ask what car you are in, Miss . . . ? My name is Elliot—Kirby Elliot. "Cameron,” supplied Jaxie. “In car 74X, next to this one.” “Whyl So am I. That’s fine. I’m delighted to meet you and hope we see a lot of each other in the next couple of days.” “We shall, probably. Neither of us can escape from the train since we are both in such a hurry to get to the coast,” she reminded him. “At least, we have that much in common, and perhaps we shall discover some other mutual interests.”

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Again his eyes caught and held hers. They were leaving the suburbs of the city behind now. Trees and gaping open spaces flashed by them and melted into the distance, but Jaxie’s interest in the landscape had waned for the time. Perhaps, she was thinking, her public would enjoy this bit of life and experience more than her impressions of the city fading into the night • • • Mose was having his difficulties with the irascible old lady in lower 6, whose section Kirby Elliott shared. Mose had catalogued her instantly when she came aboard, one of the first arrivals. She had comi plained of the oppressive heat and closeness in the car. “ 'Tis right close in heah now, ma’am,” he conceded. "But hit’ll be bettah when we-all gets goin’.” “And when will that be?” she snapped. “Well, it's purty early yet, ma’am. Hit’ll be 'bout fo’ty-fibe minutes foh I we-all pulls out.” "What? Forty-five minutes? Do you mean to say I’ll have to sit in this stifling car for almost an hour?” She seemed to accuse Mose of delay with rntent to exasperate, as if he were accountable for train schedules and their synchronization with the arrivals of all passengers. “Ah's feared you-all will, ma’am.” Mose shrugged aside all further responsibility in the matter. “Well, open that other window and turn on the fans in this car,” her words rapped a staecatto command. “And bring me a pillow. Be sure it has a clean cover.” “Yes. ma’am. De fans is gain’ already, but ah’ll do everything else I kin to mak you-all comfor-ble,” he i assured her docilely, and ambled away, the busy last minutes of imminent departure not having arrived. "Lawd-help-us!” he ejaculated to himself. “She gonna be mah Jonah

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I with attorney-general Raymond W. Starr in Lansing to determine it ! it legally could accept an Indiana | proposal to waive handling fees (in Michigan beer, although the Hoosier act providing for them is , unchanged. o Norris Demands TV A Chairman Resignation Washington, March 12 —(UP) — Sen. George W. Norris, Independent of Nebraska, “father” of the Tennessee Valley demanded the resignation of TVA chairman Arthur E. Morgan today. If Morgan does not resign. Norris said h« may introduce a resolution in the sgnr'.e to remove him.

i on dis heah trip, ah sees dat. Why ■ is it, dere always has to be one on- : nery one in ebery carload? Does seem ’sif sometimes when Fate shakes up a flock of people an’ puts ’em togethah in de same Pullman cah foh t’ree days runnin’, she’d sometimes pick a royal flush. But jes’ seem lak tain’t possible, nohow. Shake ’em up anyways you lak and deys always a onnery debbil comes up, male or female." He forced a pillow into a clean case with expressive thrusts and finished it with a vicious punch. In the passage he encountered another early arrival, obviously an in-

experienced traveler, who was examining his whereabouts with bewilderment. "Yes, suh! Kin ah help yoh. suh?” suggested Mose, reaching for a worn straw suitcase which appeared to be the man’s only piece of baggage. Its owner, however, had no intention of permitting other hands than his to handle his property. “Never you mind about my suitcase. I kin take keer o’ that. Jist you show me where I belong on this confounded train, and I’ll be much obliged. I’m in the right car, ain't I?" Mose glanced at the proffered ticket and turned about with alacrity. “Yes, suh, you is in de right cah, all right. Dis way, suh, in numbah foah.” The old man’s faded blue eyes, accustomed to the far horizons of the mid-west prairies, inspected with apprehension the cramped quarters assigned to him. “But I thought— ’’ he hesitated, and continued hurriedly at the porter’s look of polite inquiry. “I thought there was to be a bed for the extry money. I could jist as well of set up al) the way—l done it more’n onct —but they insisted at the ticket office that I ought to have a bed.” “‘An’ dat’s jes’ what you-all have got!” Mose was patient. He recognized an uninitiated traveler when he saw one, and exerted himself in his behalf. Wasn’t it his duty to the railroad company to please new patrons, so they would want to travel more? Mose exercised his Christain training whenever it was possible. So Mose explained to the skeptical old man something of the magic of Pullman seats that at his experienced touch became comfortable beds, and then bustled away to further duties that were increasing with the passing of minutes. (To be continued) Copyright, Edna Bobb Webster. Distributed by King Featurei syndic* t*. Low