Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 45, Number 304, Decatur, Adams County, 27 December 1947 — Page 4

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We're on the leap to Leap Year. o o The following definition of a Communist won a national prize: “A Communist is one who would like to divide everything . . . particularly these United States." o o North Judson, in Starke county, population 1408 in 1940, had a $200,000 fire on Christmas day that destroyed seven places of business in a city block. This is the second time that disaster struck the town on Christmas, which no doubt dampened the cherriness for property owners. 0 o Decatur and other Indiana cities had a typical Currie and Ives White Christmas landscape, while down in Miami Beach, Florida, thousands enjoyed a swim in the ocean under 73 degree temperatures. Climate in this country is about as varied as the people, so all tastes are satisfied. o o The little Speer Siamese twins joined the Angels in Heaven on Christmas day. Their case was hopeless, for an operation to separate the babies would have been fatal. Now, they will be eternally happy. The twins died within an hour of each other in the • James Whitcomb Riley hospital. | The calendar will take care of next year’s double holidays. Being Leap Year. Memorial Day and the Fourth of July, will come on Sunday and the legal observance will be on the following Monday. Christmas and New Year’s fall on Saturday, which may lengthen into a three-day holiday if carried over to Monday. 0 o A word of encouragement is given prospective home builders, by a government official, who predicts that building costs will not increase in 1948. At the '47 level, costs are estimated from $1,500 to $2,000 a room and the forecast is that nearly a million new homes will be under construction next year. The nation can use the dwellings, as it will be several years until we catch up with the demand. ’*■' J

Exercise A Heart Patient Should Take

By Herman N. Bundesen, M. D. ONE of the most frequent questions put to me is how much exercise—if any—should the person with heart disease take? This is a difficult question because there is no one hard-and-fast answer unless it be that, for such people, exercise, like medicine, must be on a prescription basis; that is, it must be fitted to the condition of the particular individual —the severity of his heart damage, how long it has been present and’, perhaps, the amount of exercise he has been used to in the past. The only person able to weigh all these things is the physician in direct charge of the patient. Certain principles for general guidance can be stated. In the first place we should all understand that physical exercise in itself does not cause heart disease. Exercise may, however, bring it to light. For example, if a person has some heart disease of which he is unaware, and over exercise, he may develop such symptoms as extreme shortness of breath, or heart failure may occur with edema or a collection of fluid in the tissues. Over-exercise may make heart disease worse. On the other hand, the proper amount of exercise, carefully controlled, can improve the heart and build up the health and strength. Every person who has heart disease. should, first of all. have a careful study made by his phy-st-isn. including an X-ray examination. to determine whether or not the heart is enlarged, and an elec-

The football bowl games on New Year’s day will be witnessed by more than half a million fuss, who will pay in excess of two million dollars to enter the stadiums. The Rose Bowl contest between Michigan University and Southern California’s Trojans headlines the list of 16 post-season extravanganzas, The Sugar Bowl game going a run-ner-up for national interest. Americans like their sports and in these days of prosperity, pay out a lot of money in traveling to the games. o o Federal work projects are expected to increase up to 20 percent and state and local government improvements will climb nearly 30 percent next year, construction experts estimate. Much of the state work consists of roads, bridges and institutional buildings, w’hile local communities have various projects from auditoriums, schools, sewage disposal plants, sewers and utility additions planned. From the standpoint of employment and brisk business, 1948 is expected to be a banner year. o Q Among the new county officials who assume office on New Year’s day is Edward Jaberg of this city. A veteran of World War I, and for • 32 years a school teacher, Mr. Jaberg was elected county clerk in 1946. During the past war Mr. Jaberg acted as principal at the Lincoln building and at present is an instructor in the fifth and sixth grades. No man was ever better qualified to serve in a public office than the new clerk of the Adams circuit court. The large vote given him. in the election a.t- ; tests to the high standing in which he is held by citizens throughout the county. o o A football Hall of Fame is proposed by a group from Syracuse. N. Y„ who have filed articles of incorporation. College, high school and professional football will be represented. Where the shrine will be located is not announced; but Rutgers University, whose 1869 game with Princeton was the first intercollegiate football game in the United States, would like to have the shrine located at its home in New Brunswick. There are plenty of possible candidates, with all of the All-American teams to draw upon. The difficulty will be j one of selection, even more perhaps than in the baseball Hall of Fame. However the project may . be worked out, the idea is praise- > worthy. The United States could I do. worse than hold up before its ■ youth the career of some of the country’s great athletes.

trocardiogram or electrical tracing of the heart action, to determine the type and degree of heart muscle damage that has occurred. After such a study has been carried out, the doctor can decide just how much exercise may safely be taken. Many people who have had attacks of coronary thrombosis caused by the formation of blood clots in one of the blood vessels which carries blood to the heart muscle, think that they must avoid exercise of all sorts, and actually become invalids. Not only is this unnecessary, but it may really be harmful. After a person recovers from an attack of coronary thrombosis, scar tissue remains in the heart muscle. To over-exercise in such case might cause heart failure, but properly controlled exercise, which does not lead to discomfort or shortness of breath, is harmless and, in all likelihood, beneficial. Now and then elderly people get the idea that they can take just as much exercise as they did in their youth. They think that strenuous exercise keeps them fit, whereas, it only invites trouble. Persons with high blood pressure should exercise moderately, again avoiding any exercise which leads to discomfort, such as shortness of breath. A good rule to remember in every instance is not to exercise to the point of discomfort or fatigue. I cannot emphasize too strongly that if you have a heart disturbance you should remain under the care of a physician. When he with full knowledge of all the facts clans a program of exercise you <an be certain that it is safe.

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I Modern Etiquette i By ROBERTA LEE I 0 0 Q. Does a well-bred person ever attempt to entertain a group of persons by relating the experiences of his recent illness or operation? A. Never. Even if questioned, he will reply in as few words as possible and then change the subject. Q. When a professional entertainer attends some social function, is it all right to ask him to perform? A. Not unless it has been previously arranged. Otherwise, it is very presumptous to ask him. Q. When should the evening musicale begin? A. Ten o’clock; but many hostesses prefer to begin earlier, at about nine p.m.

Secret I lciv\ttxooix CopyngM, 1947, by Arcodia House -r GEORGIA CRAIG Distributed by King Features Syndicate

CHAPTER ONE “GOING HOME! Going home! 1 Going home!” To others aboard the train the 1 wheels might go “Clickety-clack, ' clickety-clack!” but to Cathy' Layne, perched on the edge of her seat, her eager eyes on the flying landscape outside, the wheels said, “Going home!” How many long, weary months in the steaming South Pacific had she wondered if she would ever be going home again! Her thin body in the smartly cut uniform of the Army Nurse Corps was almost rigid as she watched each beloved, once familiar, now strange scene flash past. Her brown-gold curls, tucked neatly beneath the provocative little overseas cap, topped a face that was still a lovely oval, despite hollows in her cheeks, the faint circles beneath her eyes. She had been very ill and sh-- was desperately tired; but she had sixty blessed days of leave before she must report for another assignment, or for discharge. And she meant to spend those sixty days doing very little save resting, eating, sleeping—and being with Bill. The very thought of Bill, never far from her heart and mind even during the age-long months of horror and destruction, brought a lovely color to her face and lit a sparkle in her tired eyes. The conductor came through the train and paused beside her to say pleasantly, “Fifteen minutes more. Lieutenant. Bet it’s going to teem mighty good to be home again.” She laughed up at him radiantly. “It’s the one thing I’ve longed for for twenty-six months,” she told him joyously. The conductor was middle-aged, and his face was worn and tired. But now as he looked down at the girl he seemed younger and less tired, as though there was something rejuvenating in her frank happiness. “I’ll bet your folks are going to be mighty glad to see you,” he said kindly. There was for a moment a shadow against her happiness. “I haven’t any ‘folks,’ ” she said. “Just a friend or two—but they are very dear to me. My parents have been dead since I was a little girl.” “Oh, I’m sorry," said the conductor 1 . His kind eyes took in the beauty that was apparent despite her thinness and her obvious weariness. “But I’ll bet you there’ll be a nice young man waiting on the station platform —or did you leave him somewhere back in the Pacific?” Cathy’s color deepened and she laughed. “No. he’ll be waiting here,” she answered warmly. “He’s a lucky guy," said the conductor. “You girls did a mighty tine job. Lieutenant —a mighty fine job. Nobody : n this country is ever going to forget it.” “Thank you,” said Cathy simply. “We were glad to do whatever we could. It was a privilege.” The man nodded in quiet underjfcuding.

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i Household Scranbook I I By ROBERTA LEE | O— « Greasy Woodwork Greasy woodwork can be cleaned by using a cloth dipped in turpentine. The turpentine should be wiped off with a cloth dipped in water to which a little kerosene has been added. Cinnamon Toast If cinnamon toast is served frequently, it is a good idea to mix some cinnamon and sugar and keep it in a shaker so that it can be used quickly. The Dishpan The heat of the dish water will hold much longer if an aluminum dishpan is used. o Trade in a Good Tow» — Decatur

“1 guess you felt that. You’d t have to feel something like that s to go through what you did,” he i said. “I had a couple of nurses t with me on this run some months r ago—girls who had been prisoners t of war at Cabanatuan. They i seemed to feel as you do.” “I was one of the lucky ones,” t Cathy told him. He nodded and went on ..is way. When the train halted at the Cypressville station, he came back to 1 carry her bag to the station plat- 1 form and shook hands with her i before he swung back aboard the i train. 1 For a moment Cathy looked 1 about her, quick with delight at the loved familiarity of the old, I dingy station. Nothing had changed; it was all as she remembered it. And then *--r heart did a nose dive, for there was no one to meet her. Where was Bill? She had wired him the time of her arrival, taking it for granted he would be as eager to see her as she was to see him —yet he was not here. A few people peered at her curiously as they hurried by, but no one spoke. After all, she’d been gone three years, and the war had struck Cypressville, bringing to it many strangers to work in the big cypress and lumber mills which gave the town of thirty thousand its reason for existence. But to come home —her heart racing ahead of her, so eager for a sight of Bill that the last few hours had seemed unendurably long —and then not to have him meet her— Behind her a warm, eager voice said, “Well, bless you, child, here you are—and I’m that glad to see you!” Warm arms enfolded her, and i Cathy laughed and cried as the woman patted her back and kissed her cheek. “Well, well. If it ain’t a sight , for sore eyes to see you again! , Cathy, I’ve missed you—and land alive, the way I’ve worried about . you!” It was Aunt Maggie Westbrook, big. kindly, warm-hearted; the wo- ■ man who had taken a frightened, i big-eyed ten-year-old girl, when . her mother died, and given her a home. Aunt Maggie, who was not really a relative at all, but a . neighbor who known and . loved Cathy’s mother and who had been unable to see the small Cathy . go to an institution. They clung together for a mo- ■ ment, and then Aunt Maggie wiped her eyes and blew her nose vigorously. “Well, good grief,” she said, “ain’t no sense in us standing here howling our heads off. ■ I bet you’d like a hot bath and a good night’s sleep and some real ■ victuals more than anything In the world just about now. I’ve got the Betsy-Bug right over here.” Scooping up Cathy’s bag in one strong, ample hand, her other arm about the girl. Aunt Maggie sailed ■ across the platform. “Sailed” was a good word, Cathy told herself liaafway between tears and laughter, for tlioujh Aunt Maggie was.

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Dec. 27 — Wash Peterson, attorney, brother of Mrs. John M. Frisinger and the late Shaffer Peterson, dies at Marion. John Wagner, 78, well known Decatur citizen, dies following hemmorrhage. Seven men and women are taking the examination to qualify for truant officer here. Col. Lindbergh leaves Mexico City for Central America. Miss Nell Gabriel of Chicago visiting her sister. Mrs. Frank Gillig . here. Yellow Jackets defeat Syracuse, 74 to 20. Buys Health Bond Decatur Lions Club has voted purchase of a $lO health bond, Christmas Seals officials of the I Christmas seal campaign i n Adams county announced today. All proceeds from tlie ann ua 1 Christmas seal ... Yoor Protection sales are used . .. _ . . . m the fight Agoinst Toberculos.s on tuberculo . sis and to provide free clinics and ' otherwise carry on the fight 1 against the “white plague.” The sale is conducted by the Adams county tuberculosis association. o CARD OF THANKS Our sincere thanks to all of our i neighbors and friends for their . lovely floral bouquets, their ex- ' pressions of sympathy, and for their thoughtfulness and assistance during the illness and death of our husband and father. Mrs. Thomas L. Garner and children. O ■' Mini E OF HAH, SETTLEMENT i OF ESTATE NO. 4277 •Notice is hereby given to the creditors, heirs and legatees of Alpheus Acker, deceased to appear in the Adams Circuit Court, held at Decatur, Indiana, on the 2nd day of February, 1948, and show cause, if any, why the iFINAL SETTLEMENT ACCIOIUN’IS with the estate of said decedent should not be approved; and said heirs are notified to then and there make proof of heirship, and receive their distributive shares. Gerald AV. A Izard, Administrator Decatur, Indiana, Dee. 23, 11147. Dec. 27 Jan 3

big and heavy sne moved with an astonishing lightness; her unfashionably long skirts billowed a little with the energy of her movement and gave the impression of a sturdy, dependable sailing ship in a strong wind. “Aunt Maggie”—Cathy paused beside the ancient car which Aunt Maggie alternately reviled and cajoled and abused —“where is Bill?” Aunt Maggie looked unhappy, but said casually, “He’s out of town, chick. That old harridan sent him away yesterday on a business trip.” Aunt Maggie’s tone put quotation marks about the last two words. “But he knew I was coming home, I wired him,” proteste I Cathy. “Want to bet he never laid eyes on the message? Not if you sent it to the house. The old battle-ax would have hid it from him,” said Aunt Maggie grimly, as she inserted her ample body behind the wheel of the little car that she fondly called the Betsy-Bug. “Oh, but surely she wouldn’t do that!” “Look, chick, that woman would do anything if she thought she could get away with it! I wouldn’t put anything past her! She’s so darned scared that her precious boy will snap her apron strings and find a life of his own—and a wife—where she can’t boss him around.” Cathy frowned, remembering Edith Kendall, the arrogant wjoman who was Bill’.. aunt, so jealously possessive that she couldn’t bear for him to have a thought in which she did not share. Cathy’s : chin tilted a little and her eyes ■ went dark. Well, she loved Bill and Bill loved her, and they were I going to be married whether he : had his Aunt Edith’s consent or I not. It was too utterly absurd, she told herself furiously. Bill was ; twenty-eight; that his aunt should ! attempt to interfere in his life to I the extent of preventing his mar- ; riage was simply unthinkable. They were driving through the , busy small city now, and Aunt . Maggie was briskly giving a res- , ume of business changes in the i slightly more than three years i since Cathy had gone away to t complete her training as an army i nurse. There were a few aggres--1 sively mirror-f||. ed shops; but ] the old ones flu were part of , Cathy’s memoi r were still there, and gradually, in the thrill of be- . ing home, she forgot a little of her 1 hurt that Bill was not here. Leaving the business district, the > Betsy-Bug made its sedate way at . twenty-five miles an hour through a district that grew increasingly t prosperous-looking until it came 1 to a climax at an impressive yel- ? low brick house that crowned a > low hill, with a sweep of velvety lawn dotted with beautiful old a trees. Beneath the warm touch , of spring, the trees wore tinv j leaves that were like curled baby 3 fists, and there were borders of f tulips and daffodils and hyacinths . all along the graveled djh e. , (To Continued)

Entries Are Made In Several Cases Wm. Stucky Will Is Probated In Court Several entries were made in Adams circuit court cases late yesterday and today by Judge Earl B. Adams. The will of the late William Stucky was probated and placed on record. The will, executed in April, 1940, left the entire estate to the widow. Lilly, after the payment of debts and expenses. In the estate of John Reiff, an amended petition and schedule to determine inheritance tax was referred to the county assessor. Inventory No. 1 was filed, examined and approved in the guardianship of Levi Frauhiger. The estate of Ernest H. Kreutzmann was closed. In the action of Edward Vian to appoint a guardian for Mary Sether, the court found the defendant infirm and incapable of managing her own affairs and ruled that a guardian should be appointed. In the dissolution of partnership action of Herbert against Paul Reidenbach, the court overruled a motion to strike out parts of the complaint. 0 A Little Light Helps A little girl was shivering her way along a main street of a large city. Enticed by the beautiful lights and joyous music from a large church, she went in. o In the New Y’ear, put “first things first.”

SYNOPSIS Cathy Layne, Army nurse, was disappointed when Bill Kendall, with whom she had been in love since childhood, failed to meet her when she arrived home on leave aft< - long service in the Pacific. Aunt Maggie, with whom Cathy lived, disclosed that Edith Kendall, Bill’s wealthy, arrogant aunt, had sent him on a short business trip, and had undoubtedly tailed to give him the telegram Cathy had sent announcing the time of her arrival. CHAPTER TWO “LOOK FAMILIAR?" suggested Aunt Maggie wryly, and jerked '.a inelegant thumb towards the house. “Very impressive," said Cathy dryly. “The Dowager Queen would be happy to hear you say that,” said Aunt Maggie. “She’s had herself a time throwing her weight around, with the mills all broke down, just about, with war contracts, and the town bursting at the seams with war workers. Folks say she’s made so much money that it would take a coal scoop to handle it.” “That’s nice,” said Cathy. “What wonders me,” said Aunt Maggie as the Betsy-Bug scampered past the Impressive fieldstone fence with its grilled iron gates, “is how Bill stands living there. Like living in a jail—Oh, of course, with all modem improvements. But a jail just the same.” Cathy hesitated. “Well, I suppose he feels under obligation to her. After all, she did adopt him when he was fifteen, and gave him every possible advantage. And he and his mother had had a terrible time.” j “Sure, sure—but if Edith Kendall could be made to remember that Abe Lincoln freed the slaves,” said Aunt Maggie. Cathy laughed unsteadily. “Darling, I’m beginning to suspect that you don’t like Mrs. William Kendall too much,” she said teasingly. “Like her? Does anybody?" snorted Aunt Maggie “Anyway, she’d resent it furiously if anybody dared to like her. She’s much too important to be liked. She wants to be like Ben Bolt’s ‘Sweet Alice’—she wants people to ‘tremble with fear at her frown and weep with delight at her smile.’ She wants to be known as the Lady Bountiful of the Manor—provided she doesn’t have to spend more than a dollar and a quarter befriending the poor.” The Betsy-Bug had left the yellow brick with its imposing grounds and was progressing steadily, if not speedily, a mile or so beyond, to where several cottages faced each other along the highway, each with its own garden plot and half an acre or so of "arm land. A neat white picket fence enclosed one of these. It was a trim white cottage, freshly painted, hipdeeo la blossoming shrubbery, its

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walk and drive blazing with spring flowers, the orchard at the back hung with scarves of palest pink and creamy white. Aunt Maggie turned the BetsyBug’s blunt nose through the ate, drove along to the back of the house, and heaved a sigh of relief as she pried herself from behind the wheel “I’m either going to have to diet or stop trying to drive,” she said comfortably as she had said a thousand times before. “I starve myself, drop a few pounds—and then I laugh it back on again!” “If you lose so much as an ounce, I’ll—l’ll sue you,” Cathy threatened. “You’re just exactly the way I want you, darling!” “Then I’ll make an apple pie for supper, with lots of cinnamon and sugar,” said Aunt Maggie cheerfully, and put her arm about the girl and held her close. “It’s good to have you home again, chick.” “It’s good to be here, darling. I used to dream of the place—and of you.” Cathy kissed the plump cheek and looked about hei. “But you’re terribly spruced up, darling. Fresh paint and the pickets all in the place.” “Well, what did you think I was going to do with all that money you sent home —spend it in riotous living?” demanded Aunt Maggie. “I finished paying for the house, and then I put in electricity and waterworks and some new furniture, and painted it —and made a deed out in your name.” Tears were very close and she finished tartly, “And now, for Pete’s sake, cut out the weeps and come on in. I know you’re worn out.” She unlocked the kitchen door. Since she made her trips to and from town, seven miles away, in the Betsy-Bug, and since the garage was at the back of the house, the front door was rarely used, and seldom even unlocked. Aunt Maggie led the way in and Cathy was properly impressed with the spick-and-span kitchen with its new electric stove and icebox and hot-water heater, the shining green- and cream-colored linoleum, the perky green percale curtains with their yellow tulips tumbling gaily over the background of green. Aunt Maggie took her proudly through the house, and Cathy was deeply touched at the shining order, the freshness and undeniable charm of the little place. “This is your room,” said Aunt Maggie, and stood back to look at it. The cream-colored walls, the ivory woodwork, the honey-maple furniture, the glazed chintz draperies with the ruffled organdie looped back beneath them. “If you don’t like it, we’ll heave it all out and start over again.” “Like it? I love it! You’re a darling,” said Cathy warmly. “Phooey!” said Aunt Maggie, once more her brisk, vigorous self. “Your clothes are in the closet — the stuff you left behiua. Maybe

you’d like to get out of form and into something There's plenty >f water bath. I can't get used to th-.t ti ; for a hot bath, with that r>l heater in there. And some supper.” They had had supper dishes had been washed away, A’lr.t Maggie were on the wide, front porch when a swiftly out from town and to a stop at the gate, leaped lightly over the and came running up the It was dusk, but have known him in darkness, even before he She sat very still in painted porch glider, a in her pale blue linen could not have stood up to meet him if her life pended on it. Her knees to turn to rubber, and was beating so fast that b^B’ 1 seemed shaken with it “Cathy!" said Bill was little more whisper, yet to Cathy it a great shout that turn over. "Cathy—oh, cst—is it really you?” He came to her, little, and knelt beside drew her into his arms. her close and hard Neither of them knew first sight of him, had risen and left the had forgotten Aunt had forgotten themselves anil each There was a long. ! val. It might have been it might have be. n hours, of them knew nor cared enough that after months of waiting. *IB gether again. But whe held In r a I:":” and could look mto lw. asked sternly, "t\Mt a .-M| of just ing a word t > me, didn't you b t me kno here today?” . fvfi “I sent you a wire f yesterday,” she told She saw his bn' gether in a puzzle' “You sent a wire? 1 it ” he said then. -1 - >. >'» you'd bo more "A there than if it went to A !■■ k <’f ■ face and he nodded. “I see," he said aft; “Bill, if she still impulsively, but stopped B before she could fmsh. « Bill grinned w^ ly - w ■ “She still would J B breathing for sH is out of the 1 for tries to live f , y : _ i|ie( i admitted, ano , — quite a tug ° - 1