Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 45, Number 105, Decatur, Adams County, 3 May 1947 — Page 4

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DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT Published Every Rraatsg Except Sunday By THE DECATUR DEMOCRAT CO. Incorporated Entered at the Decatur, Ind., Post Office aa Second Claaa Matter. J. H. Heller —... Preaident A R. Holthouae, Sec*y A Bua. Mgr. Dick D. Heller ... Vice President Subscription Rates By Mail in Adams and Adjoin Ing Countiea: Ono year, |l; ala months, |3 18; 2 months, |l.?l. By Mail, beyond Adams and Adjoining counties: Ono year. 17; • months, 13.76; 3 months, 12.00. Single copies, 4 cents. By carrier, 20 cents p«r week. It the telephone strike continues. Dunninger may be called on for Information. t o o Even those who don't believe In government planning, would be glad If someone in the government could "fix" the weather. I ——o o — As far as Adams county is conearned the Mississippi and Missouri can have the flood waters. Around here we are a corn growing territory. o —o The Senate took lb weeks for definite action on the Liiientbal nomination. This calls for explanation from those who think that Congress should have more power, and the executive less. t Newspaper advertising Is giving a momentum to shopping never before realized. One reason for the quick returns from advertising is the wide circulation of newspapers and the fact that nearly everybody reads a home paper. o Q The automobile, the fuel we use to heat our homes, the marvelous inventions and discoveries of our age. deal out death in occasional furious and brief encounters In a way that leaves ns with a strange feeling of uneasiness Could It be that man cannot really master nature until he masters himself? o o Tuesday is primary day, a atate holiday in Indiana Because of no local contests. Decatur wilt pass the election. We can devote our time and civic spirit to Clean-up Week and thus contribute a good stroke In citizenship, the same as If 99 percent of the voters went <o the polls. > The township assessors are completing their work and County Assessor Harlow estimates that the total inventory of personal Property will exceed that of a year ago. The work has been well supervised and the assessors have made an honest effort to place true values on ail holdings. The final returns will not be available until after May 15. after

Detective for o Diagnosis

By Herman N. Bundesen, M. 0. .. WHENEVER doctors are called on to deal with a symptom Which may be prodnced by any one of many different causes they must turn detective, making a thorough examination not only of the affected part but often, of the entire body as well. Pruritus or itching around the lower opening of the bowel Is such a symptom, being caused by any one of a dozen different disorders, or even at times by uncleanliness. Warts, fissures or cracking of the lining membrane of the lower part of the bowel, piles or hemorrhoids, may all be responsible for this persistent and distressing itching. Somay plnworms or other parasites, scabies or lice. Majority of Casos Usually, when the cause is due to any of these things. It Is easy to discover and simple to correct. In the great majority of instances, however, no such condition may be found to be present. The itching seems to exist in and of itself, perhaps as the reauit of some nervous reaction whose true nature has not yet been discovered, and no matter what type of medicine is given not much relief seems to 00* cur. Naturally, such cases of pruritus ani have in the past been difficult to treat. Now. however, according to Dr. Campbell M Gardner of Montreal, they may be relieved

which the tabulations will be checked by the county board of review. '■—■O' O' ■■■ A scientist Pays men today are. 1 on the average, more than an inch t taller than their immediate fore- . bears. Also. It seems, they are 1 continuing to grow, so that the next generation probably will be taller than this. The question Is of Interest largely to anthropologists Most people won’t care too much about the matter. What they are concerned with now is. not whether man Is becoming a bigger species, but whether he Is becoming a better one. o o Wendell Willkie's son Philip is reported to be contemplating a political career. Thia is presum ably to carry on his father's Ideas, especially hie recognition that we are living in "one world." After s meteoric rise to political prorninenev, Wlllkle came to be far more than an ordinary party leader. To millions he presented a hope of better things. This accounts for the fact that he was the only defeated presidential candidate in many years to have a foundation established to carry out his ideas. o o A bill, passed the other day by the New Jersey legislature, requires that anyone, even a fiction writer, using an assumed 1 name, must register it with the Secretary of State. The reason ] for the law is said to be the prevalence of Communists who move around the country, and in and out of it. using names not 1 their own. one Individual frequent- 1 ly employing several, if, as New Jersey seems to think, there is a growing tendency to use fictitious names for unlawful purposes, the law has some reason. Yet as so often happens, will it not be complied with by the guiltless and Ignored by those using an alias for purposes of subterfuge? .. ~»0 0 Students as well as parents and the public In general are glad to welcome Robert Worthtran to the Decatur high school faculty. "Bob," as he Is popularly known, is a graduate of the local school and a son of the late Martin F Worthman. beloved former superintendent of schools. He will assume the position of athletic director and head coach for the | DUS football and basketball teams, succeeding Daniel H. Perry, who piloted the teams during the past five years. An assistant coach and instructor at Fort Wayne Central's high school. Mr. Worthman had the advantage of several year's training under Murray Mendenhall, mentor of sports and idol of youth, who is now coaching a professional basketball team for the Anderson Packers. Good luck. Bob.

by a simple operation. In 35 patients treated by operation, a complete cure resulted after all other forms of treatment failed. In carrying out the operation, three triangular areas of skin around the anus are removed. The width of these triangles varies but strips of skin must be left between them. The areas to be removed are colored with a dye so the surgeon can know what areas of skin to remove. Following the removal of the skin, a gauze pack is Inserted. Allowed to Get Up The patients are allowed up immediately after the operation and their diet is not restricted. Mineral oil Is given from the first day to keep the bowel movements soft and on the second or third day the gauze packing is removed. Baths are taken three times daily and always after each bowel movement. On and after the seventh day. a dilator Is used to make sure that the scar tissue which forms does not narrow the lower opening of the bowel. Within two months, the area Is entirely healed and the Itching has completely disappeared. Os course, this operation Is not recommended In all cases of pruritus ani. but when other, rimpier measures have failed the itching Is severe and the patient -cannot obtain relief, it would appear that the operative treatment may bo well worth trying

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TOMORROWS’LL be FAIR

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE SHERRY AND Lex talked on, leaning there shoulder to shoulder on the parapet of the old bridge. Below, the water flowed quietly. Above, the atari shone. Their talk settled nothing, except perhaps some groping afte reality in their own minds and spirits. Finally Sherry said plaintively, "I'm cold, Lex. Aren't you?" He put an arm around her shoulder casually, as a brother might have done. "Sure I am, you little nut! That's what cornea of standing around on bridges in the middle of winter." "We’d better go.” Sherry’s voice was husky. She tried to discipline the shaken, traitorous beating of her heart, standing there in the easy circle of his arm. Her face, as Lex smiled down at her, looked pale in the moonlight, the eyes wide and grave, the lips slightly parted. Quite suddenly, and as surprisingly to him as to her, his arm tightened its hold. He pulled her close against him and her arms came up around his neck. Their lips met and her mouth was soft under his, her whole ardent young body responsive to him. After a timeless moment. Lex held her away from him, his hands on her shoulders. "Gosh, Sherry—” His voice was rough. "I’m sorry—l didn’t mean— * *T know ... I know, Lex. It’s all right" It’s not at! right,” Lex said angrily. Whether his anger was directed against her or himself, Sherry didn't know. "I—can’t understand it I don't know what I was thinking of. I guess—maybe I wasn't thinking. But that’s no excuse." Sherry said again,. "It's all right." and then, faintly, “It wasn't your fault, Lex.” "Are you trying to tell ms It was yours?" She slipped from under his hands and started to walk away. "Do we—have to talk about it? Let's just forget tt— pretend it didn't happen. Only let's go now. I'm freezing , . .” Her teeth were chattering as she got into the car. Lex shut the door after her and went around to slide in under the wheel. His jaw looked grim in the faint glow of the daahlight. The motor coughed, then roared under his fingers. He could feel Sherry shivering even after the car had slid into motion. I’m going to stop at Pete’s,’' he said. “You're chiliad through. Sone hot coffee will do you good."

first day there is a stiff breeze They will come off the line beautifully white. Pressing Rayon Always iron rayon garments on the wrong side while damp. This gives luster to the fabrics. Sparkling Crystal Crystal and out glaes can be made to sparkle by dipping a small brush Into lemon Juice and scrubbing the glass with this. o —

E2O YEARS AGO I ■4 TODAY

President Coolidge orders a survey of flooded districts of the south and will ask congress to enact legislation to authorize con trol of the rivers. Reception given for the Rev. Ross W. Stoakes and family at the parlors of the First Methodist church. Mrs. Ageline ' -chbold. 79. died this morning. Boy Scout area Is organized at Fort Wayne. E. W. Lankenau elected vice president. A Dodge car belonging to Ed Ahr destroyed by fire. The Commodore baseball team defeats Berne, 9 to 5. Foos did

"Don't bother—please, Lex—" But they stoppci! at the same little roadhouse where Lex had taken her so often. As on former occasions, there was an aroma of hamburgers and coffee in the air, a blurred background of juke-box music, only a few other customers. Lex's hand was flrm under Sherry's elbow, propelling her toward a booth. When they were seated, he leaned toward her, his low voice apologetic. "Your lipstick's smeared. Better fix it.” She nodded and left him to go to the little washroom, with its crooked mirror and wire basket overflowing with paper towels. Her face looked back at her forlornly in the glare of the unshaded overhead light Sherry mopped at her mouth with her handkerchief, the lump in her throat growing bigger and bigger. She wouldn't let herself think—but there seemed to be nothing she could do about the tears that overflowed from under her eyelids and coursed down her face. When the sudden storm of her weeping was over, she dashed cold water on her eyes, outlined her lips once more with crimson and, her white scarf discarded, ran her pocket comb through her shining soft hair. "There now—there—” she mumbled idiotically to herself "You're all right now. You look almost human again.” And still she pushed the rushing tide of her thoughts aside and would not face them. Lex got to his feet as she joined him once more in the little booth. There were two hamburgers on buns on the narrow table, two mugs of steaming coffee. "Lex, the coffee looks good. But —l'm not hungry enough for anything else " He wasn't paying any attention to her words. His blue eyes were steady on her face. "Sherry, were you crying?" She hid her face behind her two hands. "Don't stare at me so.” "Were you crying?” His voice was husky, gentle. It touched Sherry's heart like a probing finger. He reached out and took her hands in his, held them close and hard. Her eyes slid away from his. “If I was—it was very foolish of me." "No, ft wasn’t,” Lex denied. "Only—l'm sorry, Sherry. Don’t you believe that?" "Yes, of course I believe you." "I’m sorry,” Lex went on unhappily, "and I'm ashamed. Because I'm so very fond of you. Sherry—we’ve been such good friends. And

the pitching, allowing but five hits. **®St vo»’ S aMICI ■|gTIM» tOW MFIVUnlon Workers The second meeting of the Union Workers club w,ie held at the Luckey school April 35. opening with the 4-H pledge and songs and roll call. Minutes of the last meeting were read by the secretary Refreshments were served by Wilmer Grote, Hubert Marbacb and Ted Allwardt. The meeting was claw’d by Benjamin Gerke. The next meeting will lie held with Allen Grote May 12. o Predicts 20-Hour Work Week In This Nation Indianapolis, May, 3—(UP) — Bernard Kilgore, president of the Wall Street Journal, believes this country may have a 2<xhour work week. Kilgore told the Indiana < ers' Club of the State Association of Life Underwriters last night that the shorter working week may be possible as the nation’s ability to produce goods and services increases. He said he wouldn't mind seeing a 20-hour week. "1 wouldn't mind working a 20hour week," he added, "but the answer to this question is a matter of practical application. It is not to be found in slogans and formulas." 0 ... „■ Clay Workers May End Walkout Monday Brazil, Ind., May S—(UP)—Hoosier Clay Workers may end a three-day walkout Monday when a new contract giving them a 10cent hourly wag|> increase is scheduled to be signed. Officials qf the United Brick and Clay Workers said they had accepted the 10-cent offer but still were in dispute with Clay manufacturers over demands for differentials between various classes of workers. All clay workers in district 15, Including all of Indiana except a section In the northern part of the state, were idle. They walked out Thursday when negotiations bogged down. 0 Grow Rcdtop Seed Illinois produces most of the United States redtop seed erop.

your friendship means a tot to me." "It means a lot to me, too, Lex." "Does it?" His voice was eager. “And I haven’t spoiled it? Tonight won’t make a difference?" "If you don’t want it to, it won’t” "Os course I don’t want it to. I want everything just the way it's been." He said then, still holding her hands in his across the little table, "Sherry, I wish I could make you understand the way a thing like that could happen." "I know how it happened." Her mouth curled in a little self-deri-sive smile. "Something—biological, isn’t it? They don't teach quite enough about it at finishing school, or I’d know the scientific terms better.” "Sherry, don’t—” "Why?" she asked lightly. Her eyes came up to meet his. She made them. She made her smile loosen and become easy, natural. It was hard, Hit she did !L She said, "After all, a thing like that can happen to anybody. Lex. Even loving Kay as you do—well, we are friends, we're fond of each other. And you haven’t been seeing Kay lately—you mln her. We just—got a little mixed up—both of us. So now let’s forget the whole thing, shall we?” He released her hands with a little final squeeze. "You're swell. Sherry. Really swell.” “Thanks," she said. "And now do you know what I'd like?" He shook his head. "The catchup, so I can eat my hamburger and drink my coffee. 1 find I'm hungrier than 1 thought." -What a woman!” Lex grinned, parsing her the catchup. Sherry proceeded to -wint her sandwich liberally. "If you really want to make my bliss complete, you can put a nickel in the juke box and turn on something really groovy.” As he went, laughing, toward the machine, Sherry caught her lip hard for just a moment between her teeth. And she thought. Oh, Lex—Lex, my darting. I must never let you know I love you. You’d be so unhappy, you’d feel you were to blame. And it’s not your fault—it’s not anyone’s fault 1 love you because you're you and I'm me—and I can’t help myself. But I can keep you from knowing and I will. Because you love Kay—and you couldn’t stop, any more than I could stop loving you. And everything’s complicated enough for you as it is, without adding a guilty conscience to your troubles ~ * (To Be Coattnued)

New Books Added To Library's Shelves ■—II «!.<■ Many Volumes Added In Month Os April Books added to the Decatur public library during the month of April arc as follows: Adult Marshall. Citizen, Soldier — Frye. Behind the iron curtain — Moorad. Cities of America Perry. How to be Rich, Like Me—Upson. Big Yankee—Blankfort. The Child from i> to 10 -Geesell. The Book of Houses Dean. Gilbert and Sullivan—Purdy. The March Against Cancer—lndiana Cancer Society. Literary Prizes and their winners Richter. When the Bough Breaks- Gilmore. The Plotters—Carlson. Tales of the South Pacific— Michener. The Quiz Kids-Hickock. Last Straw for Harriet—4’adell. Windows open to the World — Spicer. Chequerboard Nevil Shute. The Fifth Key—Cose. Orchids for MotherA-Dem. Valley of Wild Horses Grey. The Dove Found No Rest Stoll. The Trees Went Forth — O'Meara. The Loving are the Daring— Conway. A Time for Love—West. Blue Remembered Hills Stone street. We Thought We Heard the Angels Sing Whittaker. The Chinese Doll—Tucker. Start Where You Are —Dunning ton. Dulcimer Street— Collins. Black Fountains—Wynd. The Surgeon's Domain Bernheim. The Light Heart -Thane. Land of Promise Havighorst. The Days of His Flesh—Smith. Pere Antoine-Murphy. The Smithsonian Series a set of 12 volumes on natural ristory and invention, written by members of the staff of the Smithsonian Institution. 21 bound volumes of magazines including Life, Time. News j week, the National Geographic and The Etude have been placed! in the reference room. A new magazine Holiday has been added to the magazine ra< k.'

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR VAL CARRINGTON'S bedroom, which was connected with that of her husband by a lavish bath, was a large, beautifully furnished room, luxurious almost to the point of being sybaritic. The color scheme was peach and ivory, with effective touches of brigh* blue. The decor was modem. An ivory shag rug covered the floor, the windows were hung with diagonally striped blue and peach satin. The bed was low and wide, with a tufted peach-colored headboard, a blue satin spread and a nest of ivory silk-and-lace pillows. It was a bed fit for a queen. And in it Vai lay like a queen, her pale hair spreading across the little pillows, her eyes closed, so that the Incredible black length of her lashes touched her cheeks, soft as a caress. But Vai wasn't sleeping. She simply did not feel like making the effort of opening her eyes. She didn't quite have a hang-over—not quite. But she felt lousy. Her head ached and her mouth tasted dry and unpleasant. And, as she lay there, hiding from wakefulness as long as possible, the memory of the quarrel she and Wade had had the night before struck at her. The quarrel that had terminated with Wade saying brutally, "Oh, go to bed. You're not yourself. But we’ll have to talk in the morning—we’ve got to get things straightened out" So now it was morning, Vai thought and no wonder she didn’t want to wake up. Maybe, though, she'd slept late enough so that Wade would have left for the offlee. But no, it wasn't likely. Wade’s working hours weie elastic, often he didn’t go down to La Salle Street at ail. And he’d been up just as late last night as she, i e’d bi just as tired. Even more ao, Vai reflected with a touch of malice. Look how much older he was. She buried her smooth cheek more deeply in the silken smoothness of the pillows. Oh, blast itl Why did they quarrel so much? She hated quarreling. Sometimes she almost hated Wade. She would hate him if he kept on being so utterly pig-headed and unreasonable, so different than she had expected him to be. It had all been quiU wonderful at first The early weeks of their marriage had been just as Vai had anticipated. Their honeymoon in the south. Long lazy sun-filled days, spent lying on fabulous beaches, splashing through smooth sapphire surf. Wade, tanned and handsome in swimming trunks, kissing her bare shoulder, whispering outrageous nonsense into her ear. A gay coterie of kindred spirits had sprung up about them at every great resort hotel at which they stopped. Vai had loved >t aU. The days had been too short

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for their glamorous pursuits. The nights had been sheer magic, Ailed with music and dancing and lovemaking. Vai had been passionately responsive to Wade's ardor. She had been convinced their marriage was a wise thing, that in it they could both find happiness, and the forgetfulness of all that had gone before, the bitter sense of loss from which she had been afraid she could never escape. Even when they got home Vai had seen no reason why their life shouldn't continue to be a gay round of pleasure. It had proved impossible to rent an apartment, but Wade’s bachelor quarters were luxuriously adequate. Vai had been happy and busy, having the place re-done by the current interior decorator. There had been parties in their honor, they had entertained in turn, everything had been just as Vai had hoped for. Naturally, she had assumed Wade was satisfied, too. Why shouldn't he be? The knowledge that Wade wasn’t satisfied had come to her so gradually she couldn't have said just when she knew it for a fact "Do we have to go out tonight —again? Vai, let's slow down a ML" The first time Wade had said that Vai broke the date in question agreeably enough. She assumed merely that he was tired, that perhaps he wasn't feeling quite up to par. They had stayed at home, Vai remembered, and she had worn one of the glamorous lounging robes from her trousseau. She had, lain on the couch before the fireplace and Wade had sat beside her, holding he*- close and kissing her, telling her how much he loved her, how wonderful she WM. Vai had enjoyed It But when he began wanting to spend more and more evenings at home—well, there were limits! Vai was young, she liked a very gay time- Wade was forty. He had been having a Sy time for a good many years. i was beginning to grow a little tired, somewhat surfeited And there was another thing . . . As time passed and the months of their marriage added up, they quarreled with Increasing frequency, with mounting heat "You’re getting to be an old man!” Vai accused furiously. "Only a few months older than I was when you married me," Wade snapped back, resentful. “But—you were different then. We had such fun always. You liked going places, doing things, being with our friends. It was a part of what I loved in you." ”1 love you—just you, VaL Not the chasing arvund, the whole crazy whirl. Don’t you see. if that was all I wanted, there’d have been no point in my marrying. I could have had the other with any num-

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ber of other girls. Giya tons arc a dime a dm was you I fell in love will, wanted for my wife. 0 thought you'd grow up st were married.” "Grow up?" There w young scorn in Vai's voia you mean settle down?” "Maybe I do! Is then is wrong with settling down? you intend to go nishHf on all the rest of your life, one night club to another! It wasn't one quarrel It composite of countlew fl big and little. Bitter wokk en In anger, remembered, i» left festering in the fflM in between, passionate re tions, intervals of truce, days or weeks, but alvajl I ally broken. And now, Vai thought, b still closed, her cheek still fl her silken pillows, the base of It all had finally been I out into the open. Last the first time, Wade had a what was in his mind, < undoubtedly had been vofl to from the start Wade wanted a child. Vai recalled how she l« cd, after that first blank s of incredulity, But *b? such an unheard-of honor pet ? It wouldn t be fair ■ other wives." „ She shouldn't have ■» of course. But she had furious—and just a htue cated. And the very Wa' surd. A child—why, th» fit in at all with the gay. < pattern of her marriageFor a moment she naa Wade was going to stn« dark eyes had biased, > drawn back a little from But the hand he had W" had fallen back heavily He had sworn at h« ' 8 told her to «« accused her of drink _ and had said they must talk morning . . • talk I But 1 don't want totw Vai thought won’t bear I? How was Ito such idea. And ( led him to befiri > ™ played a part to my f future together. » cM able of tom-so : Something something • ha apart from her, arg lt P isn't logical, the start suspected it from , the n’ on,ent „,hrrwi>e. * W marry him. O herw*, not he have SLS’wl wwtrf-"" ’ 'ii. ■»» But I « roOt ’ WODt! (IoBeC«‘“^ ) *