Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 46, Number 32, Decatur, Adams County, 7 February 1948 — Page 4

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DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT Published Every Evening Except Sunday By 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 4 Bus. Mgr. Dick D. Heller .. Vice-President Subscription Rates By Mail in Adams and Adjoining Counties: One year, $6; Six months, $3.25; 3 jnonths, $1.75. By Mail, beyond Adams and Adjoining counties: One Year, $7; S months. <3.75; 3 months, 12.00. By carrier, 20 cents per week. Single copies, 4 cents. It’s almost as hard now to learn •what is really going on in India as it is to understand Ameyicap politics. o o The U. S. has a key to the next war, says an observant citizen. But what most people want is the key to permanent peace. , o o 1 Russia might not be so exasper- ] atting if she had a little modesty t in her system. No outfit could be i so superior as she pretends to be i o o a

M M Winter's grip is going to break one of these days and then you can begin worrying about Freedom gardens, getting the lawn into shape and cleaning up the debris. 0 o — Congress did a lot of talking about reducing last year's federal budget, but finally wound up approving appropriations totaling two hundred million more than originallyasked by the president. The same useless maneuver is being used today in the discussion of the 1948 federal bill. o o Decatur merchants are doing a worth-while job of merchandising. New articles and others in larger abundance are being stocked in the stores. Many new places of business have started up and the city seems to hu mwith the shopping activity prevalent in a lively community. o o Under the heading of, “Give the American People A Break,’’ the Journal-Gazette, comments as follows: “A lot that is being said in Congress these days is said solely for consumption by special groups back home. It often does not represent the best judgement of the speaker, but may be good to catch a few prejudiced votes. Such behavior is playing fast and loose with the public's interest and ought to be rebuked sharply and at once." o o We don't know where Senator Capehart was in the past few years, but he says that everything this country did for the past 30 years has been wrong. "For 30

Weapons Against Malaria

, O' By Herman N. Bundesen, M. D.i MALARIA, always a sickness to) be reckoned with in the southern! part of the United States has, since the war, become a serious problem in many other sections of the country. Thousands of veterans, infected during their overseas service in tropic areas, have returned to their home communities, bringing the disease with them and passing it on to others via the everpresent mosquito. Fortunately, in this juncture we have better weapons against malaria than ever before. To quinine, the classic anti-malarial drug for more than 300 years, modern science has added two others even more effective —atabrine and chloroquin. Usual Symptoms The usual symptoms of malaria consist of attacks of chills, fever, and sweats. The patient also complains of tiredness and aches and pains in the muscles. Ordinarily, the condition is not difficult to diagnose. It is caused by a parasite which attacks the red cells of the blood, and these parasites are readily found i when the blood of an infected person is, examined under the microscope. Thus, whenever malaria is- suspected, such an examination should be made. Today there are many authorities who believe that chloroqnin surpasses both qpinine and brine in the treatment of malaria, since it causes no harmful reacttions tn the pa'ieut Any one ?*- dng; a* er ’’fess prcieriy vr’ n l iw tomi to disappear and the para-

years the United States has experienced nothing but failures which have grown out of hasty, ill-advised action based on emergencies which found this nation lacking in courageous leadership,” says the senior senator. The only hope the country has of a better day is that Capehart believes he has a Lone Eagle plan to solve all the troubles. o o A new era, whether for better or worse, seems to be dawning in Canada with the passing from power of Prime Minister Mackenzie King, after a premiership of 'practically twenty years. He is now 73 years old and has obviously earned a rest. He is the best known Canadian and doubtless could still give plenty of points to any political group either north or south of the border. There need be no expectation of very serious political change, however, in attitudes on this side. To all appearances, Canada is likely to remain as steady as our own States, and likewise a steadfast friend pf

c our own country. i O 0 Gov. Stassen's presidential cam- ) paign is entering a third stage. . The first extended over several years, when his candidacy was ; prospective and he represented, I in the popular idea, the liberal • wing of the Republican party. In ; the second he was apparently try- . i ing to edge back to the conserva- . tive position. The new stage beJ gan with his challenge to Senator Taft in the Ohio presidential primary. Inevitably this will move . Stassen further and further into the liberal position. As the con- I servatives will support Taft, he ■ must look for votes elsewhere. In- ; , cldentally, whatever else the Ohio fight does, it will dent party har- ( mony. ——p p i— Skiing seems to be developing , into America's first choice winter sport—or winter madness. Accord1 ing to a current magazine article, three million Americans will par- ■ ticipate in this exciting diversion ' this season. It is estimated they ( will spend 300 million dollars doing it. The sport offers the ultimate in physical exercise, guarantees thrills and true "escape” expert- ’ ences to the adventurous. It is also transforming the economies i of localities boasting ski trails. 1 The little village of Stowe, Vt„ in- . creases its population of 1,600 to three times that many when skiers come for the Mount Mansfield ■ slides. In food, lodging, ski equip- ■ ment and trail fees, the visitors ; spend $60,000 a week-end, while I taking a chance of receiving a I fractured leg.

sites to vanish from the blood, and all of them still have their uses. Atabrine may cause such discomforts as nausea or sickness at the stomach, vomiting and diarrhea. Its use over a long period of time may also result in a skin inflammation and a yellowish discloration of the skin. Like chlodoquin, atabrine is gjven by mouth except in those cases where the critical illness of the patient demands a speedier method of attacking the parasites. Then it is given by injection into a muscle. Quinine is reserved for those patients who have some sensitivity to other preparations, such as the atabrine. Quinine may iause ringing in the ears, and perhaps some blurring and dimness of the eyesight, as well as nausea and vomiting. Dhrlng an attack of malaria, certain pain-relieving drhgs are often prescribed by the physician. If sleeplessness is present, there are preparations which may be used to help overcome it. A great deal of fluid may be lost from the body because of sweating, and this should be replaced by the injection of salt or glucose solutions into a vein. If the patient is extremely weakened, the injection of blood plasma, or the fluid part of the blood, may also be advised. For severe anemia, injections of whole blood may be utilized. Follow-lng an attack, the patient’s strength should he built up with a well-balanced diet, containing large amounts of vitamins and minerals, particularly iron, which tie tc-4y is its after*- *-9 pcerjpusrles destrayed fcy'the disease

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Monmouth School Activities Farmers Institute The Root township farmers institute was held in the Monmouth high school gym. Wednesday, Jan. 28. The morning session began at 9:30 a.m. The average amount of exhibits were displayed. Mns. Collings and Mr. Whorlow gave speeches in the morning and the afternoon. The evening session began at 7:30 p.m. The program consisted of a home talent show. "Back To The Farm," a two act play, was given. Memberships were sold by two members of each class. The senior clase won. The sophomores served lunch to the hungry insituters. A tasty lunch at 35 cents was featured. There were refreshments served that night. Receive Beanies The seniors of Monmouth high school received a shipment of beanies, which have Monmouth Eagles written on them. These were sold to the student body in a very short time. Honor Roll (3rd period) An average of B plus is required for honor roll. Senior — Loren Brentlinger, Marvin Ewell, Russell Kruetzman, Arnold Getting, Gwendolyn Rice. Junior — Kathryn Bulmahn, Carol Kirsch, Rosella Werling. Sophomore — Marlene Auman Joan Bultemeier, Elizabeth Haines, Evelyn Macke, Dorothy Getting. Freshman — Eldora Ewell, Bernita Thieme, Carl Thieme. Honor Roll (Semester) Senior — Loren Brentlinger, Marvin Ewell, Russell Kruetzman, Arnold Getting, Gwendolyn Rice. ’ Junior — Carol Kirsch. Sophomore — Marlene Auman, Elizabeth Haines, Barbara Kelly, Evelyn Macke, Dorothy Getting. Freshman — Bernita Thieme. County Chorus Approximately one-fourth of the high school students of Monmouth high school plan to take part in the county chorus that is now being organized. The chorus is a county wide organization that plans to get students from all the county schools and give a recital in the early part of April. Chest X-Ray The members of the junior and senior classes will have a chest X-ray taken at the Decatur junior - senior high school gymnasium during the second week of February. The X-ray is to be taken by a mobile unit that is touring the state. It is being sponsored in Decatur by the Adams county tuberculosis association. During the day the unit will X-ray school children, at night anyone interested may come and be X-rayed. More about this will be announced later. The Eagle Staff file seniors of Monmouth high school have selected "The Eagle” for the name of their annual. They have also elected the staff. lEditor-in-ohief, Gwen Rice; assistant editor, Bob Drew; business manager, Arnold Getting. Typing committee, Mardella Schueler, Gwen Rice, Thelma Daniels, Lois Buuck, Jeanette Fuhrman, Lucrecia Burger, Lillian Eickhoff, English and writeyps committee, > Loren Brentlinger, Gwen Rice, Deli bert Fuelling, Elmer Macke. Advertising committee, Thelma : Daniels, James Crosby, Marvin . Ewell. • Picture committee ,Bob Drew, - Jeanette Fuhrman, Richard Miller. ; Sports committee. Russell Kruetzi man, Lillian Eickhoff, Bill Susdorf. t Joke committee, Jim Crosby, Mardella Schueler, Lucrecia Burger. f History committee, Bob Bieberich, Fred Bittner? Faculty advisers, Mr. Haines, Mr. Nussbaum, Mrs. Haines. 1 There’ll be no groping for the tl switch on this new-type table , lamp. Its supporting stjgi, treaty j ♦_;t| $ gl9ws in the dark.

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CHAPTER ONE IT WAS ten minutes past five on the afternoon of November the thirteenth when Catherine Lister left the doctor’s office on upper Park Avenue. The sun had gone and dusk was sifting down over the city. Traffic was heavy on the wide dim street, but the pavements were almost empty. The lights were beginning to come on. In the country, she thought, the leaves would be gone and the tree branches would be black against the sky. But it was a lovely hour in New York. The air was keen, frosty. She drew it into her lungs with a feeling of exhilaration. Dr. William Dannaher, and Dannaher was tops in his particular line, had said that Nicky was going to be all right. It might take six months, it might take a year for his fractured skull to knit completely. Meanwhile, he was doing very well—and they could be married any time. Dannaher had said, “Marriage is exactly what the Captain needs. It will give him a sense of permanence, of security.” The verdict had been an enormous relief. Catherine was deeply content. She thought, surprised. Why, I’m almost happy. Nicky, Captain Nicholas Bray, the man to whom she was engaged, was waiting for her, pacing up and down beyond the canopy with his long-legged nervous stride. The doctor had seen him before he talked to her. Nowadays, since he had gotten out of the hospital, Nicky was always going somewhere in a hurry or planning to, even when he was slumped on the end of his spine in an armchair. She tightened the knot of soft fur at her throat. His restlessness disturbed her, but it was natural enough. After four razor-edged years of combat flying, civilian life must be dull to him, and insipid, and very often meaningless. Nicky caught sight of her. He tossed his cigaret into the gutter and missed a nurse wheeling a perambulator by inches in his impetuous advance. The nurse merely smiled. People did, with Nicky, looking at his high fair {lead and at the campaign ribbons on his tunic. He had gotten his discharge but was still in uniform. "At last!” he exclaimed, walking up to her. “I thought you were never coming. That old pot certainly kept you. Lord, how sick I ; am of medicos!” His eyes were unnaturally bright in the shadow of his cap, and there was more color in his face than ’ usual. Catherine wondered whether • anything had happened to upset ■ him. So many things did —a car backfiring, the sudden clamor of l an ambulance, the throb of a plane 1 overhead, . She did what she had been instructed to do, what she wouid ’ have done in any case—she ignored ’ his mood. “Let’s go and have a cocktail somewhere where we can ■ talk,” she proposed. “I want to - tell you what Dannaher said. He’s really sweet.” “A cocktail? I’d like one, but . . .” Nicky looked at his wrist , watch. “I’m afraid I can’t. There ' won’t be time. At least . . .” He ! told her about his recent encounter, i "While I was waiting for you just * i now, Blanchard came along—Dick e Blanchard. He was our tail runi I in England in ’43. He’s quite !, I a some time. He and a couple of the

treme self-consciousness when m the company a group of persons. A. Really the only remedy is to think less about one’s self, devoting one’s entire attention to the other persons present. Q. Would it be all right for a debutante to wear a pink gown at her coming-out party? A. White is the most appropriate color. — o— O i Household Scrapbook I i By ROBERTA LEE O Cake If too much flour is ued in a cake it will crack on top. It will often rise over the top of the pan and be of very coarse texture if put in too slow an oven. If put in too hot an oven it will brown on top before it has risen sufficiently. Cut Glass Cut glass will not chip nor break so easily if, while washing a Turkish towel is placed in the bottom of the dishpan. Or use a wooden bowl for washing. And always slip the pices in edgewise to avoid cracking. Broadcloth To clean black broadcloth, rub it with powered fuller’s earth and put it away in a box or drawer for few days. Then brush and shake well. o

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Feb. 7 — Dr. C. G. Beall of Fort Wayne dies from a cerebral attack. Mrs. Jennie Gehrig tiles suit for $6,500 against the T. P. A. for death of husband. Mrs. Clara Anderson is a candidate for reelection as county recorder. The Decatur Evengelical church is free from debt and the note burning will occur Sunday. Trial of Governor Jackson charged with offering Governor McCray

boys from the old Eighth are getting together at Soldi’s at fivethirty, and he wants me to join them.” Catherine said, “Oh,” a little blankly. She and Nicky had been going to have dinner at Lenrico’s, in the Village, because he was hungry for Italian food. He was looking down at her uncertainly. His light-hearted expression faded. “If you don’t want me to meet the boys, I won’t, Catherine. To heck with it.” He reached for her arm. She drew back, laughing at him. “Don’t be an idiot, Nicky, of course you must meet ‘tiem. I wouldn’t dream of your not.” She wasn’t going to go and stand in that particular corner, with a dunce cap labeled jealousy crammed down over her head. It held happened once before, out at the hospital—or rather, Nicky thought it had, although he had been mistaken. Gathering her things together, her visit at an end, she had picked up a compact that slipped out of a fold in the povers, to discover that it wasn’t hers. The compact was an expensive one, of gold, with onyx corners and a tiny inlaid medallion in the middle. Nicky had reclaimed it, stuttering a little, he always did when he was nervous, and saying, “That’s Rosalie Drumm’s —Joe Cotter’s girl friend. She was here seeing Joe and she stopped in for a minute to say hello and scattered things all over the place.” Nicky hadn’t returned the compact It was in the pocket of his topcoat. She had seen it that morning when she was searching for matches. She wasn’t concerned with Rosalie Drumm or her belongings. What did bother her was that Nicky had felt he had to explain. It was part of his illness. The fractured skull he had brought back with him from a plane crash in the Pacific wasn’t the only trou- ■ ble. He had been badly mauled . psychologically as well as physically during the long months preceding peace, and he flinched from , imaginary blows. He must never I flinch with her. > She grimaced up at him with s mock rancor, thinking how like a handsome boy he was, with his ; smooth cheeks and very blue eyes, : in spite of all he had been through. ■ “Go and meet your old pal Blan- [ chard—and see who cares. But Nicky,” she put a hand on his t arm, “you’ve only been dehospitali ized a week—promise you won’t i stay out late showing anyone the f town.” t Nicky looked at her. He covr ered her hand with his. “Catherine, f you’re an angel,” he said huskily, s “I don’t know what I’ve done to rate you . . .” Catherine stood there for a moi ment in the fading light with 1 Nicky’s hand on hers. She wanted 1 to draw her own hand away. That i was it, she thought, with a touch j of something almost like despair, s Why couldn’t she feel for him now what she had felt, or thought she t had, when they first became ent gaged? His masculinity, his suree ness, his gaiety, had drawn her'ire resistibly then. Had too much time ■. elapsed, had they been separated t too long? Nonsense! She retreat- < ed from dangerous ground. Nicky saw the shadow in her. e He said quickly, a “What is it, darling? You’re wore tied about something.”

! a SIO,OOO bribe, opens in Indiana- , P °Mi‘s6 Naomi Holthouse goes to ; South Bend to enter St. Mary s of • the Lake college. o Lincoln had a great sense of wit. • Going through a train one day he drew his finger toward a man, say- > ing, “I have vowed that if I ever see a man homlier than I am, that I will strike him down. I Qnce he said, “If you call a tail I a leg, how many legs has a dog? Five? No, calling a tail a leg does not make it co.” Reporting a conversation, Lincoln said, “It was as thin as homoeoi pathic soup that was made by 1 boiling the shadow of a pigeon i that had been starved to death.” ;. -. i The People’s Voice | This column for the use of our readers who wish to make sugt gestions for the general good or discuss questions of inters est. Please sign your name to 1 I show authenticity. It will not 3 be used if you prefer that it I , | not be. '• * * Letter From Germany 1 The following letter was receiv- £ ed by a Decatur citizen from a 8 resident in Germany: Coburg, October 4, 1947 Through a search for an alms distributor, I came into possession of what I make out to be an address, so will avail myself sorrow fully, of the opportunity to petition t you in all friendliness for the fol lowing help: r I wish to tell you candidly, that a these alms will be a great help since my family of five still live [. in the Russian Zone, where they exist in wretchedness and need Daily, I receive a letter begging 1 me for food and clothing. But fats e are our greatest necessity. My family is reduced to neai ■-1 skeletons; for example: my wife y weighs only 74 pounds, and has

She was touched and a little frightened by his perceptiveness Where she was concerned. He was the one who must not be worried. Emotional stability was the thing they had to strive for. Dannaher, all the doctors, had stressed that. She said lightly, “Don’t flatter yourself, Captain. I’ll be glad to be rid of you for this evening. I’ve got a lot of work to do. I’m going home and get at it.” He wanted to put her into a cab, but she said she’d take the bus, and they parted at the corner, Nicky going south to Soldi’s and Catherine west toward Fifth. It wasn’t until she had crossed Madison that she noticed she was on Sixty-fourth Street. She was seldom in this neighbornood, but when she was, ~he instinctively avoided it. Her uncle, John Wardwell, had lived in the wide handsome house near the corner for years. His death, of heart failure, in the winter of ’43 had been sudden and shocking. The house had been closed since. Angela, John’s wife, couldn’t bear it after his death. They had been married twenty years, and she spent her time at one of the Ward well places in the country, the ranch in Arizona or the farm in Brookfield. As Catherine approached the house, she saw with surprise that it was lighted up. Her aunt had said nothing in her last letter about coming to New York, but . she must be home. The dark-blue I Bentley that was the family car —there had been a Bentley for as ■ long as she could remember—was i parked at the curb. Catherine liked her aunt much • more than she had eyer liked her I Uncle John. If Angela wasn’t the ■ most brilliant woman in the world, i she was always warm and kind. ■ It would be rude not to stop in and . say hello. She started across the t street and came to an abrupt halt i before she had taken more than - three steps. 1 Hat’s roadster was drawn up in - front of the Bentley. Hat, Harriet La Mott, was Ani gela’s niece. Her father and r mother were dead—they had died when she was an infant—and she i had lived with the Wardwells praci tically all her life. From the bes ginning, there had never been any , love lost between the two girls, .. cousins by marriage. Catherine - considered Hat spoiled, vain, shq.l- - low, mischievous and arrogant, s What had happened in the distant - December shortly before John t Wardwell’s death had sharpened e Catherine's dislike into actual hatred, for awhile. Hat La Mott - had reached out and appropriated >, Stephen Darrell, the man with ’. whom Catherine was then in love, o She had done it calmly, wantonly, and—perhaps that was what had - rankled most—with complete suctt cess. d Stephen Darrell no longer matt tered; the place he had once occuti pied was filled with emptiness. ■. Catherine couldn’t easily forgive v the girl who was her cousin by e courtesy. There was no reason why - she sould go where Hat was, vol- - untarily. She could see Angela to- - morrow when Hat wasn’t with her e she thought. Swinging around d sharply, she stepped up on the .- pavement and collided with a man standing on the curb and looking '• where she had been looking a mor, meat before—at the wajdwelj ■- houje across the street. _ (To He Gpntuuwjd)

■ tuberculosis in both rungs, and 1 fear the children too, will become 1 > afflicted. It is too horrible to talk t about, but that is how it is in Germany. The only thing we can do is pray our Heavenly Father • will preserve the youth from such 3 wretchedness and misery. We all 1 ’ hope that we will soon be allowed ’ to go from the Russian Zone to the 1 American Zone, so I can visit my family. At present, we are re1 gtricted; and a father in the ? American Zone cannot pass into 3 the Russian Zone to see his family. a We are afraid of the winter now coming on, and sincerely hope it ' will not be too cold. A small alms ! bestowed on my family, would be most thankfully received—even one as small as 4 lbs. would be a > little help in these sad times. Perhaps you may be able to find 1 someone in America, who out of the generosity of his heart might help a good but poverty-stricken family in Germany. We are in need of everything: food, clothing etc. But what we need most is l fats. However, for anything, we I will be grateful. We’ll be grateful 1 and satisfied with whatever you send, even used clothing etc. I see a p'^DR.H?R?FREY| 7 I OPTOMETRIST s I (Above Democrat Office) 3 n I HOURS: 9to 12—1 to 5 3 I I Sat. til B—Close Thurs. P. M.B I Phone 27 r- W 3 n 1- * it Valentine Candy e buy it early y i Holthouse Drug Co. g s —

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SATU many people ''S ° streets with CAR Ep J.. -7TI mg them home to th 1111 blankets. wool ens food etc. envtous. blltlstin . H a d g a e y ’ lt0 ° With this. br la , to a close, in the noble person will Sllr “' < | 160 tc a packet, for which rfl 200 tc you and them. fro m M 225 t( my heart. ® 240 t< With heartfelt n, . attention you may * I send greetings of Paul Pomp. ‘ „ . 325 t Coburg—Leopold Streetj 250 4 Bayern 13A. U.S.Zock HO « — —100 t ? 1 ! La® l si I 11 < / y Yearl I I 160 I K 190 ® ® t 225 240 it will pay >M 250 to buy your 260 New Washing 270 Machine at I Stucky ill 140 MONROE, IND, 700 We Deliver. DOa ' Ew