Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 54, Number 190, Decatur, Adams County, 13 August 1956 — Page 4

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DBCATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT MBtfMI Every Evening Except Sunday By THB DBOATUR DEMOCRAT CO.. INC. ■Meted at the Decatur, lad., Pate Otloe aa Second Class Matter tMok D. Baller 7. Preaident JI. H. Bailer - J- Vlce-Preaident Chat. Bofthouse L- Becretary-Treasurar Bubeeriptßn Rates: tr Man ia Adams and Adjoining CounUea: One year, |B-00| ttt taeatka, M.H; 1 months, nit. By Man. beyond Adams and Adjoining Counties: One year, IM«: 6 months, M. 78; I months, 11.50. By Carrier: M cents per week- Single coptea, t oente.

Mere horsepower—more horsepower! Wonder If there la away It install common sense in lutes Mace many drivers fail to use what they have? —o—o Parking facilities are fast becoming more of a headache for ail towns and cities. While a lot of “Why don’t they ar are heard, the city administration and the police department would accept Say logfoal solutions. We want our teke had desire to hit it, too: many of ns could improve perking and.waistlines W walklag io and from our places of business and help the parking Mtuation no moan Mt —- there teems to be a lessening, of the belief that Nixon is “in.“ Mdhy reports are pouring into the Stassen headquarters in Washington that would indicate the trend against Nixon ft mounting. Doubtless the Republicans win sddn reports closely and may bb compelled to follow Stassen’s suggestions, probably there are several who could be drafted to fill thb second Spot on the ticket Stassen, himself, would be “happy to accept" miMb a good guess. If a study of local recreational facilities wurt to be made, Decatur Would net be found wanting in many areas. True, areas, pools and courts would serve to distinct advantage but basically we are well equipped. Certain neighboring communities .... hare made ...gwup, .et > park or playground and hive done well. Perhaps tome motivation In that dtrectlon would be helpful for uh Various neighborhoods could ~do much to promote, develop, and/or Improve areas tdr leisure time activities, bet’s be a better neighbor and make a better neighborhood. 0 0 The dramatic announcement that was made by ex-President Truman on Saturday threw a —bombhhell into the Democratic convention dope. Just what effect his approval of Gov. Harriman will, have on the outcome of the contention remains to be seen but'it Is apparent that Mr. Truman still knows the secret of timing. Rarely has a similar statement received so much notice but the "old warrior" still has a kick left in his bag of, political tricks. There could be more to the approval of Harrlman thau most are willing to admit, your guess is as good as any. Hold your hats, this could develop into another great show for us!

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An item in the civil city budget which needs to be amplified ft the recreation allocation. It was listed at 133,109 of which only 18,000 Is actually raised by taxes. State law requires that all income from the Community Center is turned into the city and all disbursements are paid from the clerk-treasurer’s office. Hence the 125,000 is from fees and other income collected at the Center and merely paid \«ht through city channels. Thus, the actual cost Is only a few cents per person for the use of the center and since the greatest users are the boys and girls it is a fine Investment in our future. —o—-o The sale of Pearson’s Clothing Store last week brings to an end a long and serviceable career of Cal E. Peterson. Mr. Peterson has been in business for nearly 60 years and has seen many changes take place in our shopping district Ever-friendly and considerate of all who came in contact with him, Cal has always maintained an active interest in his church, his fraternal associations and in the young people of Adams county. It is our guess that he will not actually retire for he will be busy as president of the trustees of the Adams county memorial hospital and the expansion program will get a lot of his time. Too, Mr. Peterson will continue his Intense interest in all about him and we art confident that eyeryotiejolns us in wishing thp * best In the future for Mr. and Mrs. Cal E. Peterson. ....... o 0 Latest information to the end of July shows that the average soil bank payment will be about |450 per farmer. The lowest payment per acre is for Wheatland at $8 per acre while the highest is for the tobacco farmer at >205 per acre. The highest average payment is to rice farmers at 31161 while the lowest average is 3117 for those who raise peanuts. Average acre “retirements” ITun from 1.6 for the tobacco farmer to 52 acres for wheat farmers. Less than 3 per cent of our tillable land has been placed in the program but it is anticipated that eventually 10 to 15 percent of our farm land will' be included in the program. It is too early to guess at the success or failure of the plan but it seems fair to judge later rather than now. We can rest assured that readjustment will come quickly in event such is necessary.

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a i» ... -LyiM i t 20 August 13 - - Plana announced for auction school commencement August 15.. Central Sdya building program pears completion, with storage capacity for 500,655 bushel of beans, set at 615,678,886. Rev. Harry Thompson addresses Decatur Mons club. Adams county’s 1036 valuation is Mrs. Emma Crum, 81, dies at home of daughter, Mrs. H.H. High, in Kirkland township. Special Judge H.M. DeVoss upholds teacher tenure statute in Fort Wayne court. Miss Dianne Linn is gneet of honor at a party given on her third birthday. Coppess Corner is offering coffee at 17 cents a pound. Decatur Casting softball team defeats All-Stars, 8-4. j Household Scrapbook* [ BY ROBERTA LU Pressing Trousers A method one authority gives for pressing trousers successfully is: Dampen the knees thoroughly and allow to dry for half an hour; this takes out the baggy appearance and allows the cloth to shrink. Now dissolve equal parts of gum arable and gum tragacanth In onehalf pint of hot water. Turn the trousers wrong side out and moisten a strip about two inches wide down the legs. Then turn right side out and press with hot iron until dry. _ Tired Feet To relieve tired feet, add a tables spoonful ot soda to a plat of common bran, and put in a basin, dampening with sufficient hot water to make a paste. Immerse the feet in this for 16 or 15 minutes. A Starch Substitute Borax water is an excellent substitute for starch when stiffening sheer collars or voiles. Use a solution of weak gum arable for bilks and crepes. Union Twp. Board Will Meet Thursday Fred Bittner, Union township trustee today calledia meeting of bis Union township advisory board for Thursday night at 8 o'clock at the Lackey school house. Most important business on the agenda will be to determine Whether"the school wfR opertte this year. Trustee Bittner said that he and the board would issue a joint statement following the meeting. Trade in a Good Town — Decatut

CHAPTER 18 PIE NEXT day, a soft and dreary rain fell relentlessly. The paths of Tinsley Park were deserted except for a few glistening raincoats and umbrellas hurrying along them as a short cut In the afternoon it was still raining a little, but the sky was brighter and the girl’s white raincoat as it passed under the trees, swirled with patterns of light and shadow that defined the moving body into a warm swell of impelling music. Chad stood watching her from the window of his office, entranced. Then, almost as if tn panic, he called out gruffly, - “Miss Barr!” At his tone, she came quickly, her eyes following Chad’s pointing finger. “D’you know who that girl is?” he demanded. She leaned forward, her shoulder against his upper arm. “Oh, yes," she said, “that’s Mrs. Van Horn. Chad turned on her so sharply that she stepped back, frowning. “She's married?” he asked, rdughiy. “Os course.” Hazel returned to her desk. Seated, she lifted her great eyes innocently to his face. “She has a little boy. I guess Johnny must be about four,” Chad slumped into his own ehair and sat there sulkily, his Ups compressed. "Johnny . . .” he murmured then, in a tone of pure wonder. ’ A cool little smile tipped up the corners of Hazel’s mouth. “He was named for Dr. Blandin,” she said softly. “Her late husband’s partner.” _ Still Chad sat thoughtful. Miss Barr’s eyes became pools of green swamp water. But she didn’t ' speak. After perhaps two whole minutes, the man’s body tightened In the chair, his head snapped up. “Wait a minute!” he said tensely. He whirled about in his chair to confront Miss Barr. “Was it her mother who financed ihik clinic project?" ——-— “Yes, of course." She almost purred. . Chad slammed to his feet, walked jerkily about the office, grunting, making faces. “I suppose .they’re rich,” he threw at Miss Barr. She said nothing. He leaned menacing across her desk. “Are they stuffy?” he demanded. “Proper? Conventional- v-;;.

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COURT NEWS Marriage License Robert Adolph Schisler, 20. Geneva, and Sharon Ann Stahly, 20, Geneva. 0 ■' - '■ — 0 | Modern Etiquette | # BY ROBERTA LEE Q. Is it true that women ire shaking hands more than they formerly did? A. Although society still does not require it, women are shaking hands more than they used to. And I’m all for it Nothing can take the place of a sincere handclasp when meeting a friend or acknowledging an introduction. Q. Is it necessary to write a “thank you’’ note when one has been entertained informally at dinner? A. No; when leaving, be sure to tell- your hostess how much you have enjoyed your evening, and then sometime later invite her to your home. Q. ff&w should a divorcee ‘sigh her name if she retains her ex-hus-band's surname? Aw .'She should use the snrnamW of her former husband, prefixing her maiden name, as, “Mrs. Shirley Carter Johnson.” ;

The pools of green water were glazed with white ice. “Certainly,” she said pleasantly. “Rich people are.” “Where does she live?” “In her mother’s home—perhaps you’ve seen it It’s quite a show place. In Folsom. If you go on out Burbank Road, through Lansdowne—it’s on the Highway —sets back, of course. Modern, of field stone and some sort of waxed-looking wood. Trees all around it, lawns and beautiful flowers.” Her eyes watched him keenly. “It’s really a beautiful place. I don’t grudge people money if they spend it that way.” “HoW’d they make their dough?” he asked gruffly. He’d had a shock. He’d been thinking of Lacey as a nurse girl, perhaps had even somewhat admired his own ability to be democratic . . . only to find ... no wonder she hadn’t believed he was Dr. Maya . . . And he didn’t want people being kind to him! “Mr. Milburn’s been dead for some time—ten years at least. I think he managed his own wealth —you know, investments, property and so on—rather than having a profession or business.” “I see,” said Chad, and left the room abruptly. Behind him, the green eyes began to glow. « • • For that evening Chad’s anger at what he illogically considered Lacey’s deception kept him from going near her. Should he ever see he? in the park, he determined, he would cut her dead! If she insisted on speaking to him, he would walk away . . . But by the next day, which was also Sunday and a clear, hot day after the rain, his anger had simmered down to a fierce curiosity. He wanted to know.the extent of her “deception,” he told himself as he strode along the sidewalk which fringed busy Burbank Road. It was a hot five miles to walk at three in the afternoon. With children on skates and tricycles making the sidewalk a perilous Steeple-chase and cars wooshing dust and grit. From Hazel's description, he spotted the Milburn home at once. R was, In truth, a lovely place. The flat-roofed ho Use sprawled across the top of a gently sloping lawn;, it Jteas framed in a wealth of tall trees. The drive curved graciously up to a terrace where a dozen people sat in pleasant ease. Three overlarg* and over-glittering ctfft

— "«■» Decatur Agent Is Ninth During July C. Doyle Collier, 43, Homestead, Decatur, special representative of the Columbus Mutual Life Insurance Company, ranked ninth in hie I company for volume of personal sales during July, according to an announcement from Beta. fr. Hadley, vice president and superintendent of agents. In national completiiion with all other Columbus Mutual agents throughout the United States, Collier’s production totaled $70,000. He ie asaociationed with the O. Wm. Sayers Agency of North Manchester. Kendallville School Principal Is Killed HOLLAND, Mich. (UP)— Robert Lutz, 60, Kendallville, Ind high school principal, was killed id a freak accident near here Sumjay. His auto, pullings Boat trailer was struck by another car after Luts stpppod to- swrvey. damage when hie vehicle struck a barricade. The impact knocked the boat’s motor loose and hit Luts In the head. Trade in a Good Town - Decatur.

decorated the drive, making Chai press his Bps tightly together. Pure ostentation, such cars! Hi scuffed his moccasins against the dusty ground, rubbed his hand across his nose and up over hit hair; he glanced down at hit khaki pants and his T-shirt, and his jaw set firmly. Then, his head cocked up and to one side, he strode purposefully across the Highway, up the raked drive, past the big blue car and the bigger green ona past the flashy cream-colored convertible. The guests Were scattered about the brick terrace, some in the shade of a fringed light-blub umbrella, some in the shifting shadow and sunlight of a bench built around a great tree. A young man in a white coat wah serving them, and he watched Chad’s approach with anxious eyes. But before Chad had quite reached the terrace he was intercepted by an older servant whe probably had detected the invasion from some vantage point in the glass-trailed living room of the house. Chad wived an airy hand. “It'i all right. I’m a guest of —er — Mrs. Van Horn’s?’ The man looked dubious. “If you’ll come this way . . .” he indicated the front door. “I'll just walk over and join the others," said Chad, pleasant* ly enough. He turned toward thb terrace and the butler followed him at a discreet distance. At that moment Lacey saw Chad, and she came swiftly across the brlcMi to him; there was thi soft slur of silk upon silk as she walked. She wore a full-skirted dress of blue-lavender silk, with white beads circling her .throat and Wrist Her smile was. friendly, though a little dismayed. So she might have greeted Johnny had he ventured to join a party after playing in mud puddles. “It's all right," she murmured to the butler. She extended her hand to Chad. If Chad had come to shock these proper, rich people—and he had—he must have felt some disappointment in Lacey’s reaction to his appearance. For beyond that first rueful look, she was completely poised and gracious as she led . through the groups of guests to her mother. “My mother, Mrs. Milburn,’’ she said quietly. “Dear, have yoii met Dr. Mays?” - - tn Be Coniwucdj

Personnel Head Jack Chappell, above, was recently named personnel director for the Decatur plant of the Central Soya Co.

Coffee Is Leading American Import -- Figures Show U.S. Uses 60 Per Cent By HARMAN W, NICHOLS (United Press Staff Correspondent) WASHINGTON (UP) — IT you think Americans spend their idle hours gurgling gin and bourbon, you’re wrong, sir. Us U.S.-ers are mostly coffee drinkers and there are figures to prove it. In terms of dollars spent, java still is the top dog in imports, even though we made our own bourbon. Americans drink 60 per cent of the world’s output of coffee, which isn't supposed to be good Tor you, but which we sulp up, no matter what the doctor says. The National Geographic has a prdtty Tine file on coffee. It seem that it was in Arabia that coffee first was planted and nurtured. And there even today, no business is done without a cup of coffee in front Arabs take, a sip of water before their coffee, but any native caught taking water for a chaser is frowned upon. I’Ve been on many a sidewalk case in France, where the natives bicycle up to the coffee tables, park their bread on the table for their cup of ‘cafe an lalt” — coffee stired up with hot milk. * is hep — he brings you a newspaper and swishes the table cloth — twice for coffee alone and three tlmee if you want some long loaf of bread and butter. Uganda natives, incidentally, claim credit to the invention of iced coffee. They sugared up coffee. called it “mazagran” and dumped in a bunch of ice. In southern France they dilute the same with seltzer water and I forget what they call it. 4 I am also trying

CHAPTER n ALICE MILBURN was small and fragile-looking. She wore a ruffled frock of tawny lace, with many twinkles of rhinestone buttons; she waved a cigaret in a long, skinny holder, and her laugh tinkled. “You must come back and talk to me, Dr. Mays,” she said with the assurance of an empress who is accustomed to having her every wish fulfilled. And, sure enough—having been introduced to several men, a lawyer, a chap named Tar, two called Bill, one called Sterling and as many women, one thin and thirtyish, one stout and fortyish, a pretty, young one— Chad did find himself back in the chair beside Mrs. Milburn’s table. The young manservant was proffering his tray of glasses. Chad selected a tidbit from a plate of hot d’oeuvres, leaned back and surveyed his hostess. “Lillian Gish,” he said, and popped the canape into bis mouth. The silvery curls danced in an excess of merriment “I’m afraid you’re incorrigible,” she tinkled. “This pate,” he confided,’reaching for another canape, “reminds me of Africa. They make a paste of grasshoppers there —mash ’em up, you know. Not bad at all.” “When were you in Africa?" asked Lacey from a chair ten feet away.” “What part?” asked someone else. He answered them both, and launched a detailed account of Everyday life in Nyasaland. He exhausted the subject, or his knowledge of it, and then began, methodically to eat every canape upon the plate. “I forgot to eat lunch,” he told his hostess. Chad picked up his glass, held it to his Bps, with a smile dartcing in his eyes and creasing his cheeks. “What’s so funny?" Mrs. Milburn asked him. Chad waved his hand and thi glass in a wide, inclusive arc. "They all believed me,” he chuckled. ’Tt wasn’t any of it true. I’ve never been near Africa , r-but you a« believed me.” . He drained his glass, leaned back in his chair, and looked pleased with himself, as if he didn’t care what the others might avkortiiinib

ADLAI, HARRIMAN CHIEFS . . 7 J . . . PRESENTED THEM two views of the Democratic preaWentlal nomination race to Chicago reporters. (International Boundpfiotooj 'Tj .• Jr Ik »I . ? : -■ - ■ A t. • f ' d'lf'r < liilß -mF 5 i s x•• wki Bp’ \ ’HR wW it.''* llfi :<V L MM James Finnegan, Adlai Stevenson’s manager, says he still is counting on southern support, claims 800 to 6SO delegatee. I1 fl H■ W ■ fa President msW/ i .mm AMH Mr U't fiBH ■ iß® wHLJM : ■ Carmine de Saplo, Averell Harriman’s manager, challenges Finnegan’s claim, saying the figure is close to 450. Harriman, he says, baa almost that number, “will be nominated on the fourth ballot.*

to forgot how it tasted. Before the Arabs became commerical, coffee trees grew wild in Ethiopia. The Galla tribesmen made rations of ground coffee, high in protein and fat. One ball of this business, which was about the size of a cue ball, was sup posed to carry a warrior through a full day of fighting. Frederick the Great had an eye on politics and played footsie with the rich. He once warned the people of Prussia that if the peasants supped at the coffee cup they would wind up sterile. Fredly didn’t get away with it. Getting back to the homeland. Americans average pbouEJt.6B cups of coffee a day, per citifcen. Me, I just take one getting up saucer and let It go at that. Funeral Held Sunday For Phillip Courtney Funeral services were held Sunday afternoon at Vevay for Phillip L. Courtney, 52, former Decatur resident and father of Mrs. Nettie Morris of this city. He died Thurs-

ne-siK<mana ah, Waunmg Lacey from behind his lowered eyelids, noting her ease, her apparent liking for people nicely tempered with shyness, the warmth of her voice and smile—was it real? Genuine? Honest? Maybe it was all honest. Years ago, fourteen-year-old Chad had probably been jealouh of his ; mother’s liking for people, just as now a supposedly adult Chad resented the fact that he must share Lacey’s attention with a dozen strangers. Well, he did resent. it. He’d come out here to talk to Lacey, to question her, and persuade her ... Some guests departed, others arrived. Among the newcomers was a woman in flowered crepe who greeted Alice Milburn as only a sworn enemy can courteously salute a rival. She was introduced to Chad as a Mrs. Castleberry. As she moved on, he turned to his hostess. “She hates your guts,” he said in a diagnostic tone. » . v ■ The thin cigaret holder fluttered, the laugh trilled. “Now, Dr. Mays . . .’’ ’To do with the clinic ?’’ His tone suddenly was brisk, cold. “Well—yes—in away. She’s president of the Women’s Club and they—well—disapprove of the whole activity. The idea has to be sold to reactionaries, you know, Os course she remains on speaking terms with me lest she miss something. You know?” “I know." Five minutes later, he got up out of the chair he’d held down for an hour. He roamed about, avoiding Lkc.ey, and eventually., he reached the circle of chairs under the blue umbrella. He stood for a minute, flipping his finger at the fringe, listening to the conversation, one bare heel lifting out of his moccasin, dropping into it again. His eyes shone ever more brightly. Then— "That’s so muclf rot!” he said clearly. It was like dropping emery dust into the polished, whirring wheels of a fine French clock. “Oh!” said the Club President. Someone’s ghalr grated on the bricks, a man growled roughly, another answered in agreement Mrs. Milburn’s laughter tinkled off key, artd Lacey put her hands to her throat as if something

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day at King’s hospital, Madison. Surviving are the widow, Frieda; three daughters, Mre. Morris, Mrs. Patty McNary, Indianapolis, Mrs. Irene Mountz, near Patriot; a son, Melvin, New Orleans; a brother, Lyman Courtney. Decatur; a. sister, Mrs. Aldean Heath, Van Wert, O. . Services were held at the Vevay Methodist church and burial was in the Vevay cemetery. Masonic services were held at the graveside. s -a-.. Trade in a Good Town — DecAu*

MASONIC Stated Meeting, Tuesday, August 14th 7:30 P. M. W. M. Bumgerdner, W. M.

ngnt ana corn had collared he*. “Os course it’s rot," Chad repeated. “Look! Til show you. Now, if . . * His opinion having been adequately expressed, Chad dropped abruptly into a long chair beflide Mrs. Castleberry. He smiled ingenuously into that lady’s eoldly indignant face. “I Shouldn’t ds things like that,” he admitted, T have no wish to embarrass Mrs. Milburn. Her guests have every right to their mistaken opinions. Now! What are you interested in?" Mrs. Castleberry gasped. "You don’t much look like a doctor," she said in a clear voice. Chad, his relaxed figure stretched upon the pale-blue cushions of the chaise, opened one eye. “In my time I have been invited to leave the Red Coach Inn,” he said coolly, “because of my informal attire." For the next fifteen minute* Mrs. Castleberry plied him with questions. Chad watched her, his eyes half shut, and answered her briefly and vaguely. She wondered where he had trained in medicine. In the East, said Chad. How had he got into his pre*, ent line of work? By accident Had he ever practiced? Not really. In an office? Was he a butgeon? Or just a physician? He hadn’t specialized. Didn't he think all young men should serve an active apprenticeship to older doctors, to learn about people—as apart from bodies! This, she admitted, was not her own idea. . “Dear Claude believee in that Dr. Wilkins-Smith, you tajow?" She threw a somewhat wild-eyed glance around the group upon the terrace. And went on for another five mihuteS so defend and praise “dear Claude," ending with the assumption that Dfr. Mays did not know him, and shouldn’t I, Z-Hce, really, give the boy the op- ’ portunity? Alice Milbum waa amused. Her buttons twinkled with mirth, her laces quivered, and every silver curl was a-tremMe. As-4f r he expected and waited upon precisely that cuh Chad got up from the chaise, began to pace the terrace, to pul at the lobe of his ear, and to talk, /To Be CoutiuuedU