Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 46, Number 8, Decatur, Adams County, 10 January 1948 — Page 4

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DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT Published Every Evening Except Sunday B# THE DECATUR DEMOCRAT CO. Incorporated Entered at the Decatur, Ind., Post Office as Second Class Matter I. H. Heller — — President A.. R. Holthouse, Sec’y & Bus. Mgr. Dick D. Heller — Vice-President Subscription Rates By Mail In Adams and Adjoining Counties: One year, $6; Six months, $3.25; 3 months, $1.75. By Mail, beyond Adams and Adjoining counties: One Year, $7; t months. *3.75; 3 months, $2.00. By carrier, 20 cents per week. Single copies, 4 cents. With both political parties in favor of tax reduction, the taxpayer's reply is, ‘‘let It come.”

Q 0 The 40 degree temperature did more to remove the snow and ice than plows and scrapers. If the East enjoyed similar balmy breezes, sidewalks may again be in appearance. o o The only disadvantage we see in

the congressional investigation of Gerald L. K. Smith, is the publicity that will be given to the man charged with un-American activities. 0 o If and when former King Michael and Princess Ann marry, they are likely to take up residence in the United States. We'd say that this was the best country on earth to start housekeeping and to some extent pursue happiness. o o The Treasury Department announces that the picture of the White House will not be changed with the remodeling of that famous residence for our Presidents. The

back porch is going to be screened

in, but the old engraving will be continued on the bills. Even with the out-date view of the building a S2O bill will buy 4,200,000 Chinese dollars. By the way, is the name, White House, printed on your twenty? o ——o Charley Michelson whose death ended his career, was only a newspaper columnists, but no man was better known in national political circles. Author of “Dispelling Fog," a column originated by him in the ending days of President Hoover, the New York trained writer, had away of getting under the skin with his sarcasm. He was blasted by Hoover and others, but for a decade kept on turning out effective copy. O Q Wouldn’t it be nice to look forward to the day when you can take things a little easy for a change?

A Diet Used In Treating Diabetics

By Herman N. Bundesen, M. D. FEW things are more fascinating than the way the body maintains its complicated chemical balance, and few more certain than that disease will result if it goes just a little out of kilter one way or the other. For health, the amount of sugar in the blood must remain within fairly constant limits. This is accomplished by a secretion from the pancreas of a chemical known as insulin, and we run into trouble whenever it is increased or decreased above or below the normal amount.

When the pancreas, which is a j gland located in the abdomen, fails to make enough insulin, the body is unable to use sugar and the disease known as diabetes results. On the , other hand, when too much insulin , is secreted, sugar is burned at a terrific rate and there is a sudden drop in the amount of blood sugar. The resulting condition, known! as hypoglycemia has unpleasant! symptoms, the most common of I which are pain in the abdomen, weakness, numbness, cold sweats, dizziness and lack of alertness. The sensation of hunger is present in most patients during an attack. At times, there may also be a craving for sweets. The symptoms are temporarily stopped by eating, particularly by taking icecream or fruit juices. The symptoms in certain patients studied had been present -for a period of from three months to twenty years, the average being tour and a half years. As a rule, the attacks came on betwe.cn one aad a fcatt aad fi.» tj oan a

Well —here’s how to do it. Start a retirement fund, right now, with United States Savings Bonds, the finest,, safest investment in the world today. And buy them automatically, through the Payroll Savings Plan, where you work, or, if you’re not on a payroll, through the Bond-A-Month Plan, where you bank. Both are sure ways to save, because they're automatic, o ——o Foreign newspaper dispatches speculate on the death of Premier Stalin and the world wonders what such a fact would bring. To our way of thinking, the Communist government would go on, directed by the Kremlin, for no doubt a successor to the ailing Stalin has already been selected. On the

e other hand, the outside world y might not know what’s behind the u iron curtain. Revolution may be the answer to any change in the government, although such a prob- ; ability is not likely without the sups port of the army. Russia still remains an enigma in world affairs. o o I 1 Aruba wants home rule. The j number of Americans who have heard of Aruba could probably be I numbered on the fingers, if the State Department is left out. Aruba is an island of only 70 square miles off the Venezuelan coast, and belongs to the Netherlands. It is part of the colony of Curacao, which contains six islands, none much bigger than Aruba. It’s chief product is oil, brought in from outside and resin-

ed on the island. The Arubans think that their oil problems do not get enough attention from Curacao, and have petitioned Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands to let them manage their own affairs, under Dutch supervision. o o The USD has officially closed its seven years of service work to the enlisted personnel of the arm-

ed forces and an “honorable discharge” has been awarded to the organization by President Truman. During the war years, the public donated more than 236 million dollars, so that the USO could be of service to the men in uniform. Camps and USO centers were established throughout the world and it is estimated that attendance records numbered more than a billion. Here in Adams county, the USO campaign was always oversubscribed. Funds remaining in the treasury will be used for continuing shows in Veterans hospitals and for other agencies to operate clubs near military and naval bases and hospitals.

The exact cause of this disorder in which too much insulin is secreted has not been discovered. However, it seems that the condition can be kept under control by proper treatment. The abdominal pain, which occurs in practically all instances, Seems to be due to the effect of insulin on the contractions of the stomach and bowel and on the secretion of acid by the stomach. This pain is so similar to that ’ which occurs as a result of stomach ulcer, that great care must some- ( times be taken not to confuse the two ailments. The surest way of

ruling out ulcer is through an X-ray examination of the stomach. The patients mentioned above were treated by giving them a diet low in carbohydrates, that is, starches and sugars. As long as they continued on the diet, no further attacks occurred. The diet should be kept rich in the protein foods such as meat, milk, and eggs. In the patients studied, operations on the pancreas were not carried out. Os course removal of part of the pancreas would reduce the amount of insulin formed. If it is suspected that this condition is present, a test, known as the glucose tolerance test, may be carried out. This is done by having the patient fast for about six hours and then determining by chemical tests the amount of sugar in the blood. Then the patient is given glucose and, at hourly intervals, for tour hours, the blood sugar is 1 again determined. In patients with hypoglycemia, the blood sugar ■ rises; within two to three hours it rapidly drops It hypoglycemia f it lUtpwUd this test should te Hearned but i»or«e» to make a 'definite diagnosis.

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11 Modern Etiquette ! | By ROBERTA LEE I 0 0 Q. How can a girl dismiss a man without causing ill feeling if he takes her home in a taxi and she sees that he expects to be invited into her home? A. By being very prompt to bid him goodnight before he has had time to dismiss the taxi. Q. Isn’t is discourteous to a speaker at a banquet for the guests to continue eating while he is talking? A. Yes, it is not courteous, although it is often done. Q. Should the address be omitted when one’s stationery bears a monogram or crest? A. Yes. o Trade in a Good Town — Decatur

Secret Honeynxooix Diitribuled by King Features Syndicate CRAIG _

CHAPTER THIRTEEN CATHY wasn't conscious of any process of thought by which she had reached a decision. She was conscious only that the decision was there, full-blown, ready to be put into action. When Bill came in a little later, she had finished tier packing, and at the dressing table she was settling her small. pert hat at a becoming angle above a face that was white and set. “Hl, where the dickens are you going?” demanded Bill sharply. She leaned closer to the mirror to smooth her lipstick with the tip of her finger, and looked at him through the mirror. “Back to Cypressville, for the rest of my leave," she told him clearly, her voice quite steady. “Oh. but look here, Cathy—if only you’d told me the truth at the beginning. You had no right to marry me without telling me about this fellow Graham."

“There was nothing to tell, except that through circumstances over which neither of us had any control—” she began, and saw the look In his eyes and broke off with a little weary gesture. “You’re bitterly, Insanely jealous, Bill—” “I don’t deny it Why should I?” he cut in sharply. “You shouldn’t—Pd rather know it" she said quietly. “But I couldn’t possibly be happy with a man who had so little faith in me, who believed in me so little that he could Insult me by being jealous. That’s not love. Bill. Love is—oh. faith and trust and knowing instinctively that no matter what one hears about the beloved, one doesn’t believe it-" “Seems to me you’re asking a heck of a lot from an ordinary everyday guy,” said Bill grimly. “I’m asking only what I give in return."

“Oh, poppycock!" snapped Bill. “You know darned well that if I turned up missing for a week, with some good-looking gal, you'd promptly think the worst" “It’s no good. Bilk We could argue from here to Doomsday and we couldn’t reach any sort of understanding," she said wearily. She drew off her wedding ring and laid it on the dressing table and picked up her bag. “This is goodby, Bill—for always."

“You'd rather have it like that than t 0 make an honest -confession? I could forgive you, Cathy, if only you'd tell me the truth." said Bill swiftly. Cathy stared at him. “But I’ve told you the truth.” she protested. “Like fun you have!" Bill was a stranger, ugly, almost frightening, “When did see Graham last?” “At the Officers' Club in Honolulu the day before I shoved off for the States," she told him faintly. “And you expect me to believe toere was nothing between you?" ■be cowered from the stinging U*h la hu voice, And then the

I Household Scrapbook I I By ROBERTA LEE | O n Stove Burners Gas stove burners should be cleaned periodically, and this can be done by boiling them in a strong solution of soda and water for about half an hour. This will remove all the grease. Rinse thoroughly, dry. and replace in the stove. Laundering Clothes -will be easier to wash if they are soaked over night in cold, soft water, into which one tablespoon of ammonia to each bucket of water has been added. Egg Shells Egg shells can be softened by putting the eggs in vinegar for about twenty-four hours, longer is necessary. '

drew a deep, hard breath and straightened. Without a word she - turned toward the door. Bill said roughly, “Here—let me take your bag. I’ll see you to the 1 station.” But she evaded him. ; “Thanks, no, Bill I’d prefer it 1 like this." She went quickly out of the room and closed the door 1 behind her with a finality that was i a stab against her naked heart, and that had a sound of loneliness , more desolate than anything she had ever heard in all her life, * « • Maggie was frankly and hearteningly glad to have her back. But she peered at Cathy sharply, once they were back in the neat little white house. “Looks to me like your vacation didn’t pan out any too geed,” she said sternly. “You’re looking more peaked than when you left.” “Civilian traveling is hard work," Cathy answered. “Could be at that Me, I wouldn’t know,” said Maggie. “All the traveling I do is from herj to town and back, and that’s she way I like it Just a hick at heart” Later, when they were having supper, Cathy made herself ask the question she knew Maggie was waiting to hear. Mentally she braced herself, and her tone was elaborately cool and casual when she spoke. “Has Bill come home?" “Not so far as I know," answered Maggie, and her own tone was more casual than usual. “Way I heard it the Dowager Queen has gone up to Richmond to meet him and drive home with him. Taking along her house guest, of course.” Cathy was a little puzzled by Maggie's tone. “Oh, has Mrs. Kendal] a house guest?" “Sure—Td say she was the Dowager Queen’s selection for a wife for Bill—a suitable wife." Maggie waited for Cathy’s answering grin as she emphasized the word. For a moment Cathy sat very I still and felt every drop of color I drain out of her face. Maggie ■ looked at her and then away and went on hurriedly. ; “One of those society gals’ with i a capital S that the Dowager Queen dotes on so much. A blonde with a figure built for a sweater, and blue eyes and long golden curls t hanging down on her shoulders—- • and a disposition that would cut , glass—so gossip has It Several of the business people in town have felt the edge of it Seems she cut up quite a shindy in the drug store because Allen didn’t carry the kind of perfume she wanted—at fifty s dollars an ounce."

Cathy had herself under control i now, and Maggie breathed a little more easily. ■ She sounds—quite a person," f said Cathy. v i "Oh, she's a looker. Knock your . ° Ut ’ aU that >" admitted ; "But I’d feel a mite sorry for any fellow that married her—- ; especially Bill.” , 5 Cathy’s Uoe UuUaed.

20 YEARS AGO -» TODAY <■;

Jan. 10 — Albert Harlow of Wabash township is a candidate for the Democratic nomination for county auditor. All but 18 miners trapped at West Frankfort. 111., mine are rescued. Dr. James L. Chestnut of Fort Wayne is conducting special services at the First Presbyterian church here. R. E. Glendening receives a five pound pickeral from his father at Oden, Mich., where ice fishing is in full swing, C. A. Dugan elected president of First National Bank and Theodore Graliker cashier. Decatur Industrial Association moves headquarters to rooms over the J. & J. grocery. o CARD OF THANKS We wish to express our appreciation to our neighbors and friendfl, the Boy Scouts and city employes, far various acts of kindness and floral offerings during our recent bereavement. Mrs. Peter Loshe and daughter. o [Home i Rising Family Difficulties The crisis in family life in America today is more grave than any dangers the nation may be facing from abroad, in the opinion of Dr. Ralph W. Sockman, Methodist pastor and radio preacher, of New York City. “When one-third of our marriages end in divorce, and the proportion keeps inceasing, even the most blase person becomes alarmed,” he said recently. “The family is the unit of democracy, and our American way of life rises or falls with the state of the home. The rising divorce rate is a symptom of something deeply wrong with our> family life. Many homes have so crumbled at their foundations that 1 they are unsafe for children. They 1 leave the child with confusion.” ' o— s Trade in a umm town —■ Decatur <

“Oh, I doubt if Bill will marr> her,” she said, and caught berseu up swiftly. “Bill is quite capabw ot looking after tumseu in matters of that kind, 1 should think.” “Hes a man, isn t he" And whai man is capable ot protecting himseii in the clinches from a gal win looks like spun sugar and attai ot roses—and behaves like—Uk< stinkweed?" demanded Maggie, Cathy made herself laugh ant said, "Oh, well—that’s Bill’s business. You and 1 don’t have tc worry about it." “I don’t want to pry, chick,” said Maggie after a moment. “But —well, have you and Bill quarreled?" Cathy was still for a moment and then she looked up at Maggie and said honestly, “Bill and I are through. Maggie. All washed up —finished.”

Maggie looked ready to burst into tears. But she studied the girl’s white, set face for a moment and then she said gently, “Well, knowing how crazy you’ve always been about him, chick, I’m sorry. But 1 can’t help feeling like maybe you're better off in the long run. With Edith Kendall dominating Bill’s life, and not liking you—being married to Bill would be a dog’s life." “So let’s just forget it. shall we?” said Cathy huskily. “I’d rather not talk about it any more.” “Well, of course not Silly sort of subject anyway,” agreed Maggie. and as she rose to clear the table, she put her arm about Cathy and gave her a little hug. • • • Cypressville was dead and dull and empty without Bill, without even dreams of Bill. But Cathy realized that any place in the world would be dull and empty to her now. She would have shaken the dust of Cypressville from her feet and never come back again, but for Maggie. She barely remembered her own mother, and her father had died when she was too young to remember him. Maggie was her family, her beloved and adoring family. And having Cathy at home for a while meant a great deal to Maggie. For -er to leave now would be cowardly, and it would be cruel to Maggie. She locked forward with almost passionate eagerness to the expiration of her leave, when she would have a legitimate reason for leaving Cypressville. And perhaps when her next leave came up, she could get Maggie to come to her somewhere; she wanted never to come back to Cypressville again. And so she filled her days as best jhe could: helping Maggie in the garden; helping with the canning of early fruits and vegetables; * d ‘ n . g town the movies, and to shop. She and Maggie went whan jV lanta fOr a and when they came home, it was to tad that Mrs. Kendall. Bill, and the house guest, Elaine Stovall were in what Cypressville face-1 tlviisiy called “residence ” _ (Jo Be GoutijjuedJ .

Shows Leiter Which Saved Closed Shop Avoided Strike At Akron Newspaper

Chicago, Jan. 10 — (UP) — A simple letter from the Akron Local of the International Typographical union (AFL) preserved the union’s closed shop at the Akron BeaconJournal for a year and avoided a strike such as ha<3 beset other newspapers, according to a witness before a national labor relations board hearing. Reese J. Highfield, “Rebel” member of the ITU, produced a copy of the letter yesterday. It was entered into evidence by Gerhard Van Arkel, counsel for the ITU. The NLRB hearing is being held on charges by the nation’s newspaper publishers that the ITU engaged in unfair labor practices by refusing to sign formal labor contracts for 1948. The publishers accused the union of attempting to retain the closed shop by posting “conditions of employment” in printing plants instead of signing formal agreements. The closed shop was ! outlawed by the Taft-Hartley labor act but the union hoped to place itself outside the law’s jurisdiction by not signing the contracts. Highfield is secretary - treasurer of the Akron ITU local and one of a group of ITU members opposing the policy laid down by international officers. The insurgent group is attempting to unseat the union’s present administration. Highfield appeared yesterday as a witness for the NLRB. After he had been examined by the board’s attorney, Allen Sincheimer, Jr., the witness was asked by Van Arkel to produce a letter he had written to the business manager of the Akron Beacon Journal on Sept. 22 1947.

Sincheimer objected that Van Arkel was cross - examining Highfield improperly inasmuch as he was covering material that had not been touched on in direct examination. The board permitted Van Arkel to continue, however, after he said he wanted to determine whether the local’s agreement with the Beacon - Journal constituted a “valid contract.” He also said he desired to determine the circumstances under which the contract was reached and the date it was agreed upon. 0 The surest way to lose a friend is to try to deceive one. i

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 1 IT WAS inevitable that Bill and * Cathy should meet. Neither of 1 them could have avoided it if they 1 had wanted to. it came about quite naturally on Monday after- 1 noon when Cathy and Maggie had ’ finished grocery shopping and had ’ stopped at the post office on their 1 way home. Coming down the post office 1 steps, Cathy came face to face 1 with Bill For a moment they were ' both still, silent, looking at each other; secretly each was searching 1 for a sign of relenting, of weakening, in the other. But Cathy was ' on guard and Bill equally so. It • was Bill who spoke first. 1 “Well, hello there," he said. 1 “You’re looking very fit" “Hello, Bill," said Cathy quietly. ' There was a moment in which i Bill looked embarrassed, uneasy, a : little guilty. But the next mo- 1 ment the horn of the blue convertible was blown peremptorily, and Cathy glanced beyond Bill to see the girl who sat beside the wheel, where Cathy had sat so often. “Aunt Edith’s house guest, Elaine Stovall," Bill explained. “Yes. I’ve heard she’s—lovely,” said Cathy, and added before she could stop herself, "And a bit impatient, I fear.” “Look, Cathy—" said Bill swiftly, impulsively, but Cathy set her teeth and went past him down to where Maggie sat behind the wheel of the faithful little Betsy-Bug. She did not look back, and Bill made no effort to follow her. Maggie, swinging open the door for her—a matter that had to be done with a certain skill, otherwise the door dropped off—asked. "Wasn’t that Bill?” Cathy nodded as she slipped into the car, and Maggie’s jaw hardened as she saw the girl's expression. But the next moment, as she swung the car out into the traffic, she launched Into some detailed and involved story, and Cathy was able to get herself in hand. Knowing that Bill was back, and thnt the Stovall girl was in the house with him, with the approval and assistance of Mrs. Kendall, hurt Cathy deeply. She knew she was jealous, and she tried to scold herself for It But after all, she was Bill’s wife, and wasn't Bill treating her shamefully in not acknowledging her and putting an end to his aunt's matrimonial plans for him? Cathy had known in her heart from the very first that she and Bill had been wrong in keeping their marriage secret They should have faced Mrs. Kendall, announced their marriage, and dared her to do her worst But even now. when she admitted that it had been a mistake, she tried to find excuses for Bilk The money I rocb a tot to him: first he felt that it was rightfully his; second, he had known years of the most grueling poverty, which had pven him a false conception of the importance of money. At leart, to Gathy, ta oouceptjon was false-

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had never known the sort of poverty he had experienced during the formative years of his boyhood. Perhaps if she had— Her thoughts went round and round, and she was worn out with them. She went for a long walk into the country one afternoon, with no other idea than to walk until she was tired enough to sleep, instead of lying awake and thinking half the night as she had been doing. It was dusk when she came back, very tired and very unhappy. As she opened the gate in the white picket fence, she saw that Maggie was not alone on the porch, and suddenly her tired heart leaped up—and the next moment fell flat. For it wasn’t Bill who rose to greet her; it was a man, tall, lean, rangy, burned brown by tropic suns, and in the well-tailored uniform of an officer in the United States Army Air Force. For a moment she stood rooted to the top step, staring with incredulous eyes as the man laughed down at her and said over his shoulder to Maggie, “See? I told you she’d be glad to see me—but I didn’t think she’d be struck dumb!” ’Captain Graham!" she gasped faintly, and put a shaking hand in the one he extended. “Kindly stop demoting me, madam. See them leaves?” he said sternly, his eyes laughing at her, a warm, eager light in their dark depths. “It’s Major Graham, if you please!" “So they finally realized how important you were and gave you proper credit?" Cathy rallied herself to answer. "But what in the world are you doing here in Cvpressville?” J ‘Looking for you, of course—what else?” answered Mark Graham promptly. “You sold me on the charms of Cypressville—remember that afternoon at the Officers’ Club in Honolulu when you could talk of nothing else? You gave me the impression that it was a sort of combination paradise and. Utopia, all flowing with milk and honey and with the streets paved with gold. Well, naturally, when I found myself with a thirty-day leave cm my hands and no place I cared much to see, I remembered Cypressville and it sounded like a right nice little place to see. I said to myself, ‘Darling will be bored stiff by now, among a lot of civilians, so I’Jl give her a break —I u go see her.’ And here I am.” Maggie was looking a little alarmed, and Mark grinned at her and said explanatorily, “You see, Darling was her nickname. The patients never had time to find out her real name, and they just called her Darling." "Nine tenths of the flight nurses were called Darling or Angel,” answered Cathy, still shaken with the unexpectedness of his appearand all that his being here in Cypressville would mean. peering down

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lived up to your ballyhoo! look almost as tired as ym when you left Honolulu." “It's the gay life of Cyp ville. The mad whirl ia kill Cathy fought hard for a she was far from feeling, the movie theater changes Its gram three times a week!" “Fancy that!" breathed I suitably impressed. Maggie said briskly, Tai? to see about some supper, two sit here and talk. B you when, it’s ready.” “Oh, now, see here—you: let me take you and Darte dinner. The hotel’s quite f protested Mark. Maggie eyed him sternly“You just dare suggest tht hotel chef can fix tip a better; than I can, Major, and me are enemies for life," sht him. “I didn’t mean thaWbreak down arid confess W that I sincerely hoped I'd ’ vited to din—l mean supper' I came out,” Mark answers. Maggie laughed and went® tiouse. Mark sat down in the old ? swing and patted the seat» him invitingly. But Cathy ® into the wicker chair Magp been occupying, and drew*' breath. Mark's eyes did no* her face and there was a ® ing light in them. Somehow as it was, Cathy’s heart» little faster and she felt a of uneasiness. . “What’s wrong, Cathy. Mark quietly. Cathy looked at him, sw “Wrong? Why, nothing. that—well. I’m so surpn» seeing you." . “You don’t mind my Cypressville?" ~ “Mind? Why should » awfully glad to see Mark nodded. “I’m gl«®; Funny, but after we got that little jungle episode, never wanted to see yo“ . Funny how sick we got» other during that time, rem We stumbled into can -. clothes in ribbons, out swollen and bruised and p ■ insect bites; and we were ing at each other.” ... “The people at camp we’d gone mad from * rience,” she remembered little wince. . “They weren’t far ling. Another twenty-four He shrugged and went o moment, “Well, back at _ pital, I kept not liking f. much; but gradually I be able to look on it "L sanity. I realized that y . moi-e courage and m° re u Popeye the Sailor calls IC .. fortitude’ than any tw ever known. I began to —and you sort of crep ' thoughts—and my “Don’t!” Cathy cried , Mark looked at nef‘ through the gathering , (p Goptipue®'