Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 222, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 November 1935 — Page 5

NOV. 25, 1935

! The GOLDEN FEATHER by Robert Bruce

RIGIN Him TODAY .u :<n TJ'jr.r., M>c:e tary to Donald Mon•ir;. ,*•,{:, afla'. ' h<*r answer nrn Ho n- Wallace automobile salesman. .. ■- her to marrv him. At The Golden Fo; ther night cluh she rr.e'-s Hands Harkins whose business Band) roduces I ■tv and Jean ’o a Mr. and Mrs lev. is. fit bbv sells some bonds for I.i :.is who buys a car Larr. Glenn. Federal agent. Is trailmr wing L. .vis, bank robber. He h.<rns about the bond transaction and ~ (■•.• ion:, Bobir. Larry believes the car Lewis bought is armored. Bobby tinnertake.s to find out. jean ay ref. to a --erret engagement nd] The bank or v nlch her i.er ... , :e<ldent is robbed Hnd Larry I.tar’- a farch for the robbers. „ n gos ’o see sandy who has been m'.red. He and the Lewises are staving a' a farmhouse. She soon finds ner-oif a prisoner. Larr' reruns the robbers were the Jackson gang His men reach the farmhovf at'er the gang ha gone Bobby tc ii*• Larrv that Jean is missing. NOW GO ON WITH THF. STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT I CANT help it," said Bobby Wallace's voice in the receiver. ' Mr. Dunn is here and lie went up to her office this morning end she : gone out of town without saying a word to anybody, or leaving any message, or —” Larry Glenn’s eyes dropped to the blotter full ol fingerprint enlargement:. As be glanced at the set which, according to Tony La Rocco, had been made by a woman, a sudden thought struck him. "Listen, Bobby,” he said. "Do you remember the night you and I had dinner in Jeans apartment? Remember I took her fingerprints, to show her how it was done, and you kept the slip of paper I used? Have you still got it?” "Yes.” said Bobby, surprised. "Then get it and bring it down here .just as last as you can travel. Hurry. It may be important!” Larry hung up, replaced the telephone, and stared off into space for a moment. Then he gave his head a jerky little shake, as if to jar his wandering thoughts back into place, and turned again to Tony. T may be able to get an identification for those prints in half an hour,” he said. "Meanwhile, we’ve sot to get after this thing That Jackson gang left that farm house .nnif time this morning—l m convinced of it. Call up the Airport and tell 'em to have a plane ready [or you and Al Peters and me. We ran be back at Midlothian before mid-afternoon, and well just raid lhat. place and see what's in it. After you've made the call, fill out a search warrant —mak it a charge af harboring—take it over to the United States Commissioner's and gel it sworn, and then go on out to the airport. Al and I'll meet you there.” > Tony departed, leaving Larry to stare abstractedly at the prints while his mind raced on furiously. Jean Dunn in the company of the most notorious gang oi bank robbers in America—it couldn’t be! It, was too wildly, absurdly impossible to think twice ahout. And yet . . that old infatuation with Sandy Harkins; the fart that Jean worked for a crooked lawyer who seemed to be the gang's mouthpiece; this sudden inexplicable absence from town; these woman’s fingerprints on the silver—well, he'd know for sure, soon enough. He waited in rising impatience until, at last, the girl at the outer switchboard announced the arrival of Bobby Wallace. Larry asked her to send him in at once, and when the young man arrived, Larry barely paused lo shake hands with him before saying, "Let’s see it. Bob —quick!” Bobby handed him the sheet of note paper on which, for afterdinner jest, Larry had made an impression of Jean Dunn's fingerprints. Larry laid it on the desk beside the unidentified prints Tony had copied from the table knife. As he , bent, over them, comparing them with cold exactness, his face became gray and hard; when, at last, he stood erect and looked at Bobby, his eyes were very tired. "What's it all about?” asked Bobby. "Just this,” said Larry. "Jean Dunn is—or was, six hours ago—in the company of Red Jackson and his gangsters!” b a a npuE hired sedan from the county seat sped swiftly over the mad to Midlothian, bearing I airy Glenn, Tony Laßocco, and Al Peters: behind it came another car whh the county sheriff and three of his deputies, their aid hastily enlisted by Larry on the theory that locla co-operation never comes amiss. The two cars covered the 10 miles to the Engle farm in just, over 11 minutes, and spun into the driveway with a crunching of t ires on gravel and a whining oi brakes. Mrs. Engle was standing in the back yard. She let, out one yell -a frightened squawk for her husband —and then froze into immobility as a bulky deputy sheriff swaggered over and told her that,, since she was under arrest, she would do well to keep quiet. Engie came out the back door just in time to encounter the Federal men. Larry thrust a search warrant under his nose; the farmer blinked at it. read it, and then looked up sourly. "Yeah!” he said bitterly. "Askin’ questions for the triple-A. 1 ought to’ve known—” He, too, subsided as a deputy took him in tow, and the raiders went into the house. The dishes on the kitenen table had been washed, since morning, and as they went upstairs they discovered that the bedrooms had all been aired and straightened during his earlier visit fluttering on linen. Glancing out a back window. Larry saw the sheets that Mrs Engle had lugged into the kitchen during his c ariier visit fluttering on the clothes line. Having been cleaned and straightened. the bedrooms contained little trace of their occupants of the night before. After half an hour’s careful peering and prying, Larry came down Lie stairs despondently, convinced that the house would offer no clew as ; o the gangsters' destination. There remained, then, only the tedious process of combing the countryside for traces of them—now. of all times, when Larry want- ' and to make sliced on the trail more than he had ever wanted it in all his life! He turned to tjiP stuffy front parlor, where the Engles sat in glum silence under the supervision of two deputy sheriffs. There was nothing so do, he supposed, but to start

quizzing them in the hope that some information might be extracted. a a a '-pHE telephone in the hall X tinkled. Engle involuntarily , started to rise, only to be jerked back to his seat by the heavy hand of a deputy. Larry looked keenly at the two captives. The phone tinkled again and the eyes of the man and woman became anxious. Larry went to the phone, took ! the receiver from the hook, and said. Hello.” The operator's voice said, "Portsmouth is calling Mr Fred Engle." "Thus is Engle,” said Larr'. He heard the prisoner in the parlor give a muffled gasp; then the operator’s voice, far off, said. "All right, Portsmouth—ready with Mr Engle;” and a moment later a man's voice came on the line. "Hello—Engle,” the man said 'Listen. Jack Floyd may show there this afternoon or tonight. If he does, tell him were at French Pete's. Got it?” Larry tried to give his voice the sullen, despondent tone that Engle always seemed to use. "If Jack Floyd comes, you’re at French Pete's,” he said. Then, on a venture, he said. “How does he get there, from here?” "What the hell's it to you how he gets here?” snarled the voice suspiciously. "Yoif give ’em the message and keep your lips buttoned, y’ hear?” "All right,” said Larry. There was a click as the man hung up. Larry replaced the receiver and called loudly for Al Peters. When that agent came down the stairs Larry ordered him to go to the telephone company offices in Midlothian at once and try to trace the call that hid just been made. Then he summoned Laßocco, and the sheriff and told them of the call. "Portsmouth’s about 120 miles north of here,” said the sheriff reflectively. “That’s a long way out of my bailiwick. I never heard of any French Pete's. Maybe we can sweat it out of the Engles, though." "We’ll try it,” said Larry. "Only listen, Mr. Sheriff—if they won't tell us, we can t—” The sheriff looked at him and nodded, grinning. "Sure,” he said, “you mean no third degree. I don't go for it myself, but they say sometimes it does help.” So they questioned the Engles, learning precisely nothing and getting no replies but glum shakes of the head to all their questions; and at last Larry told the sheriff to take them off to jail and lock them up on charges of harboring criminals in violation of Federal law. "I'll leave Al Peters here with you,” he said. "It'd be a fine thing if you'd let some of your boys wait here at the house with Al to pick up this man Floyd when he shows up. Book him as a suspicious person and we’ll shoot his fingerprints off to Washington and see - who he really is, and meanwhile I’ll head for Portsmouth and see what I can get there.” a . a THE sheriff agreed and detailed two deputies to wait at the farm house. Then, with his prisoners and the remaining deputy, he set off for the county seat. Larry and Tony discussed the situation on the farm house veranda. “Well fly up to Portsmouth and then dismiss our plane,” said Larry. “Portmouth’s not far from Dover, and if we need any help some of the boys can get over there m no time, i wish ” He broke off suddenly, went to the telephone, and put in a call for Mike Hagan of the Dover police. Two minutes later he had Mike on the wire. Briefly and incisively he outlined the situation to Mike, winding up by saying; "Mike, you seem to know a little something about everything —have you got even the foggiest kind of notion when l or what this French Pete's might be?” “Hmmm,” said Mike reflectively. There was a long silence; then he said, "No, Larry. I haven’t. I'll tell you what I'll do. though. I've got a good friend who is a plain clothes man on the Portsmouth force. I'll just run over there and meet you there, and we’ll talk to this friend of mine. He might know something. At any rate he can give you a steer or two around Portsmouth.” "Fine,” Larry. We'll be there by 5 and meet you at police headquarters. Okay?” "Okay." said Hagan, and hung up. Larry turned away from the phone just in time to greet Al Peters, back from the phone company offices. He reported that he had displayed his credentials and had been immediately put in touch with the chief operator in Portsmouth, who had been requested to give him every assistance. After some difficulties the call had been traced—to a pay station booth in a Portsmouth bus station. "That’s not much help.” admitted Larry. "But were on a hot trail, just the same. I've got a hunch we'll catch up with this gang before we’re 24 hours older.” He suddenly thought of Jean Dunn, and his mouth grew grim. "Hot trail or cold trail,” he said, “we'd better follow it. We've got to catch up with 'em. this time!” (To Be Continued.)

Flaiter Fanny Says: REG U 5 PAT OFF. f, ii'' c wt Having a musical ear isn’t any help when folks harp on a subject.

Fashionable Gowns Made Chic by Jewelry

BY GERTRUDE BAILEY TODAY'S and tonight's treasure hunt for chic leads to the jewel box. It is no mystery that women are demanding simple, subtle afternoon dresses and deftly draped evening dresses. These are the kind of clothes that will serve as backdrops for those ornate bracelets of semi-precious stones, those brilliant crystal and rhinestone clips and earrings, those very decorative chunks of gold that are to be 'found in every truly feminine shop and probably in your private collection. This swing to sophistication that has all of the glamour of theater makes fashion a grand show. Vicente Minelli has expressed this coming of age of opulence as follows: “No longer do wom'n look timidly at clothes in the mirror, giggle nervously and mutter something about ‘amusing.’ Trends which were described as daring have taken on dignity and anew beauty.” TI7E know now that real jewelry demands a regal background, and against V that background diamonds can be spattered generously. Lacking the real jewels we are not going to be afraid of headlights. Not when we can turn on just as much brilliance with semi-precious stones that are now mounted with crystal or gold. There is a modern collection of ornate bracelets and clips that combines crystal, chrysoprase and carnelian. And for daytime there are treasures and tidbits to accent sweaters or cowled velvet necklines.

TODAY’S and tonight's treasure hunt for chic leads to the jewel box. It is no mystery that women are demanding simple, subtle afternoon dresses and ft, \ deftly draped evening dresses. These are the kind of clothes that will serve as m '***• -v backdrops for those ornate bracelets of semi-precious stones, those brilliant I, £ crystal and rhinestone clips and earrings, those very decorative chunks of gold .xji **” that are to be'found in every truly feminine shop and probably in your private collection. \. -syr _ Mjj This swing to sophistication that has all of the glamour of theater makes . x Js fashion a grand show. Vicente Minelli has expressed this coming of age cf / _ _ \ opulence as follows: / jG '?*** "No longer do wornm look timidly at clothes in the mirror, giggle nervously • : %*£*•*'*' •1 and mutter something about ‘amusing.’ Trends which were described as daring V \ 'Ny k'M have taken on dignity and anew beauty.” t^* l S-G' 1 .'• j TTIE know now that real jewelry demands a regal background, and against V \ //' -NG'-' *V that background diamonds can be spattered generously. J f Lacking the real jewels we are not eoing to be afraid of headlights. Not / \, > ■ when we can turn on just as much brilliance with semi-precious stones that are S now mounted with crystal or gold. ~ There is a modern collection of ornate bracelets and clips that combines 4 >*£& crystal, chrysoprase and carnelian. ’Gjjgr And for daytime there are treasures and tidbits to accent sweaters or "•< . cowled velvet necklines. J ■wggßMpF \ f \ Strands of crxjs- \ • >> \ % tal beads clasped \ \ % . with rhinestones / \"X for a brilliant ' ' i race^’ \ Gold mesh * /G makes this dec- / G * j ~ v orativeclip, ! : I V*. 1 x above - [ ' \\ * * Y\\) 'N Modern opulence, left above, semi-precious stones L a massed in sterling for a bracelet and dip. I 1/! I Numbers Lotteries for Children Bright green leather lac- ; / n , TT n p. . inejs join catalin and Ms JJO MllCfl Harm, KxbeVt DeCldl'CS

Bl ight green leather lacings join catalin and wood bracelet, above, to decorate sport clothes.

Exotic Food Attracts Many to New York Side-Street Restaurants

BY HELEN WORDEN NEW YORK, Nov. 25.—The little side-street restaurants of the E. 50s and 60s these days are packed with the Park-av people who appreciate exotic food. Recently I lunched with Mrs. Paul Kochanski at the Mascotte, 19 E. 60th-st. It is a small French restaurant that specializes in unusual dishes. Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Tibbett had a table across the room from us. Charlie Towne was entertaining some friends at the far end of the restaurant, and at a balcony table sat Henry Wigham. the Brit-ish-looking former publisher of Town and Country. Felt Rather Guilty I felt guilty when I saw Mrs. Tibbett because I haven't yet sent the shaving mug I promised for her American barber shop collection. I found the old mug in an early nineteenth century barber shop .on Cherry-st. It is black and gold with little sprigs of violets painted on the sides. Bernard, the maitre d'hotel of the Mascotte, and Monsieur Demaree, the chef, used to be with the Marigny Restaurant, on E. 58th-st. “Now we have our own place.” Bernard said proudly, “We make a specialty of rare dishes.” Some of the Favorites Among the favorites are terrapin Maryland, hothouse baby lamb rubbed with a garlic clove and barbecued, and crab gumbo New Orleans. which should be starred. John Hamilton, the sky decorator, of 20 E. 57th-st, is responsible for the soft, pale green walls, black marble pillars and scarlet Empire furniture. He made a unique spot of the little place by putting in a lovely stairway and a grilled iron balcoy. His decorations so appealed to Mrs. Richard Worrall that she has decided to give her daughter Rene's debut at the Mascotte on New Year’s Day. Others who consider the Mascotte their discovery are Mrs. Joseph P. Grace, wife of the head of the Grace Steamship Lines; Mrs. Theodore Romaine, Mr. and Mrs. Girard Foster Jr., and Eugene Meyer’s daughter Florence. Another Nice Place L’Aperitif, another new French restaurant at 5 E. 55th-st, like the Mascotte. is easy on the nerves because there is no music to talk against. ”1 pride myself on being a gourmet,” the Baron Mario Bucovitch said, “and I have picked this as my favorite New York restaurant.” Since the war Baron Bucovitch, Viennese, has been living in London. Photography is his hobby. Pictures he took in London have been shown at the Waldorf-Astoria. Among his photographs is a study of Mrs. Liz duPont, the lovely young widow who has the stunning, all-white apartment in E. 70th-st, done by Robert Hiden. Run by Former Headwaiters Gregory and Leon run L’Aperitif. Gregory was formerly the head waiter at Pierre's, and Leon, the head waiter at the Caviar. Among their steady customers are Mrs. Robert Goelet and Mrs. Dewees Dilworth. The Dilworths own the center wing of that great brownstone mansion at 51st-st and Madison-av. “Franchot Tone and Joan Crawford also came here to eat when they were in New York.” Gregory said. I tried to get into Prunier’s this

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week, but every table was taken. “What’s all the rush about?” I asked Cappel, the head waiter. “A Mrs. Thompson, a granddaughter of the Astors, comes here,” explained Cappel. “The crowd follows.” Prunier’s is a little French sea food restaurant which recently has opened at 121 E. 52nd-st. “Any connection of Prunier’s of Paris?” I asked. “No,” said Cappel. “Only that we both feature fish.” Children Give Silver Tea Display of dolls and. toys from foreign countries and an exhibit of children’s books featured a silver tea given recently by the children of the Brookside Kindergarten of the Indianapolis Free Kindergarten Society.

A Day’s Menu Breakfast — Grapes, cereal, cream, creamed dried beef on toast, milk, coffee. Luncheon — Surprise baked potatoes, celery hearts, baked pears, ginger cookies, milk, tea. Dinner — Tomato juice cocktail, baked steak with vegetables, head lettuce with Thousand Island dressing, creamy rice pudding, milk, coffee.

Jacket Dress Serves Doubly

BY ELLEN WORTH The jacket gives allure to this slim “don't dress.” The gleaming silver metal lame bow, right under the chin, provides an interesting contrast to the dull sheen of the black crepe of the dress. Wear it for everything after s—cocktails, Dinner, theater. Then, for strictly formal evenings, you've a chance to take off your jacket and show off your low-cut decollette dress with silver lame bodice and silver kid belt. See small view! Another stunning idea is Dubonnet lame used for entire dress. You can make this simple to sew dress for a remarkably small sum. Style No. 965 is designed for sizes 11. 13, 15 and 17 years. Size 15 requires 4 s i yards of 39-inch material with 1 yard of 39-inch contrasting. Our fall and winter fashion mngazine is just full of smart new clothes, that can be made easily and inexpensively. Price, 10 cents.

Inclosed find 15 cents for which send me Pattern No. 965. Name Street City State Size

To obtain a pattern of this model, tear out the coupon and mail it to Ellen Worth, The Indianapolis Times, 214 W. Marylandst. Indianapolis, with 15 cents in stamps or coin.

Modern opulence, left above, semi-precious stones massed, in sterling for a bracelet and dip.

BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON One time I bet on a horse race. I hadn’t an idea of betting when I went to that beautiful track, but the day was exhilarating, the races exciting. and every one around me was hauling out bills and throwing inhibition to the wind. Some persons lost, some only made a few cents, but I had my eye on those who had bet on long shots and were tucking big change into their bags. So I thought, “Here goes!” I jumped off the deep end to the tune of two dollars on a long shot for “place.” I won several dollars. If I had said “straight” I’d have had about fifty dollars. My nice little sorrel nosed in ahead of all the rest. Was I excited and happy? Well, not exactly. I nursed a grouch for a month because I hadn’t won the fifty dollars. Then It Was Lost But the money I won did not last. I put it up bit by bit on the last three races and lost it all. I was just where I began—or was I? No. For a long time I was restless. I wanted to go back to that beautiful place, with the lake and pink flamingoes in the paddock, its palm trees, the excited, well-dressed crowd, and watch those silky horses with their satin-coated jockeys tearing round the track. You would have to be there to understand. Now don’t be too hard on me for this wild oat, please. I am not a gambler. It just happened that, caught in the contagion of a crowd, I went along and had a good time doing it. Since the days of Marcus Arelius, visitors to a strange land feel privileged to abide by the sage's advice to his country friend, "When here do as the Romans do.” All this confession is to show that I know what games of chance do to the blood. Once started, they get you. You lie awake wondering why you earn your living by punching a clock, or sitting at a desk all day when you can be stuffing bills in your purse for nothing. It is a bad business all the way through.

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I think that once a child gets this feeling it is a serious matter. Ihe real world of work is lost to him. A Children's Disease There exists in many of our big cities the welf known “numbers” racket, selling chances to children for a few pennies, and robbing them. But robbing isn’t the worst of it. Just enough of them "strike,” getting twenty-some dollars for a nickel, to keep the fever in their blood. And it is a fever. Once in, it seldom gets out, unless one is old enough and level-headed enough to sense its danger. More harm is done by these lotteries carried on near school buildings were touts of the racketeers do their work than parents and teachers can hope to overcome. It has spread over the land like a plague and should be stopped at once by a crusade of decent minded citizens. Don’t, I beg of you, let the children buy chances in this racket. And don’t gat in it yourself if you don’t want them to copy you. People are losing their happiness and even their minds over it—as well as their money. My particular problem is the children: I am pleading for them. PAHUD-SAWYER CEREMONY READ Dr. Abram S. Woodard officiated at the marriage of Miss Edith Adele Pahud, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Fahud. and Frank K. Saw'yer Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. P’rank K. Sawyer, yesterday at the Meridian Street M. E. Church. An informal reception followed the ceremony. After a wedding trip, the couple is to be at. home at 5359 Carrollton-av. Mrs. Foster Clippinger, organist, played during the ceremony. Oman L. Pahud, brother of the bride, was best man. and Otto A. Asperger Jr. and Olds Spencer were ushers. The bride wore her mother’s wedding dress of ivory satin and lace with a tulle and lace veil and carried her grandmother's wedding handkerchief of rose point lace. Her flowers were roses and lilies of the valley. Miss Patti Roesch, maid of honor, wore blue crepe with a pink tulle hat and carried BriarclifT roses. MISS MARY MURPHY IS WED SATURDAY Miss Mary Murphy, daughter of Mrs. Phoebe Murphy, and Delmore Wegener, son of Mr. and Mrs. William G. Wegener Sr., were married Saturday afternoon in the First Fresbyterian Church by Dr. George Arthur Frantz. Music was provided ay Mrs. James Inasy, organist, and Miss Mary Jayne Froyd, violinist. Miss Virginia Holman, attendant, wore a pale blue velvet gown and carried Johanna Hill roses. William G. Wegener Jr. was best man, and Robert Baron and Leo O. Sturm, ushers. The bride’s gown was of white satin fashioned with full sleeves and circular train, and her tulle veil fell from a halo of braided satin. Her flowers were bride's roses. ST. JOHN JUNIORS TO FETE SENIORS Miss Lena Ackermann, president of St. John’s Academy junior class, is to be toastmaster at the banquet to be given Wednesday at the Spink-Arms. The class is to entertain seniors. Miss Helen Forestal is to be in charge of decorations and Miss Kathleen Patterson, entertainment. Inter Alia to Meet Mrs. Edward A. Peterson is to entertain members of the Inter Alia Club tomorrow afternoon. Mrs. Dudley Gallahue and Mrs. Thomas Grinslade are to present the program.

Depressed Girl Deserves Common Courtesy From Family She Renders Aid Power Is in Her Hand, Says Jane Jordan, \\ ho Advises Young- Woman to Demand Decent Treatment or Leave Home. Jan* Jordan will hrlp too with vour prohlrm* hr annwrrin* tout Irllrn in thin rolnmn rarh dar. Dear Jane Jordan lam a depressed girl of 15) lam born of ne'er-do-well parents and am the oldest of eight children E'er sincp I was 15 years old I have worked and handed most of my money to my mother, but still she isn't satisfied. I have gone steady w;*h only two fellows that my mother ever treated decently. I didn't care for either one of them, but kept up my end of the supposed romance to keep peace in ‘he family. Now I am in love with a young man and neither my mother nor any one of the family approves of him He doesn't have a job. but all they see is that he is the only man out of about

3,000,000 who isn t working. Because of my family troubles I like to get away from the nagging: so I have about five or six dates a week. My mother makes terrible insinuations because of this. I am just about at the end of my rope. I think a great deal of my family but they slowly are killing all my love for them. I can t enjoy myself when I am out on a date because of the curses and insinuations that greet me when I reach home. DEPRESSED NINETEEN. Answer—ls your family is dependent upon you for financial aid. the power is in your hands, not theirs. You can, if you wish, leave home and withdraw yo.tr support. It seems to me that if you are one of the financial props of the household you have a right to expect courteous treatment and a certain amount of personal freedom.

That they do not wish you to leave is evident from their dislike of the young men you like. When your mother favors suitors for whom you do not care, it is probably because she knows they are not likely to be successful in taking her daughter out of the home I do not mean that she would consciously take such a selfish attitude, but people who are hard up Instinctively protect themselves against the loss of a meal ticket. Very’ few people are capable of unselfishness where selfpreservation is concerned. It may be that underneath all this wrangling and struggling for power, your family thinks a lot of you (aside from your pocketbooki. just as you think a lot of your family. In most families of any size the members struggle for personal power and try to dominate each other. Selfish interests just will creep out in spite of mutual affection. The main trouble with your people is their bad manners. You do not treat each other with the ordinary every day courtesy that we expect of civilized human beings. It is up to you to set an example to these quarreling hoodlums by showing that you, at least, have a modicum of self-restraint. The Biblical statement, "A soft answer turneth away wrath,” has lost none of its truth in 2000 years. Whatever you do, do not try to control them with threats to leave. Simply make it clear that unless you have peace you will be obliged to go where there is peace. Then, if no peace is forthcoming, get up and move until conditions are better at home. You will find that a kind, just and firm attitude will command respect whereas blustering threats move nobody. One thing you will have to watch in yourself. A girl under the domination of her family has a tendency to fall in love with a person of whom her family disapproves. For all you know your disagreeable family may be entirely right about this young man, but their nasty manner arouses your antagonism and keeps you from seeing the facts. In your efforts to escape heme rule you may jumn from the frying pan into the fire. Be sure to judge your suitors by their personal merits. Don't use them as a bludgeon with which to beat your family over its head.

Daily Recipe PUMPKIN PIE 2 eggs 1-2 cup sugar 1 cup stewed pumpkin l-\ teaspoon allspice I- teaspoon cloves II- cups milk 1-1+ teaspoon ginger Beat eggs, add to them sugar, pumpkin and spices. Beat vigorously and then add milk and mix thoroughly; then bake in a crust of pie paste.

Youthful Beauty Up to Person Despite Aids BY ALICIA lIART You may be able to afford regular and frequent to fine beauty shops, but. in the final analysis, preservation of your good looks and youthful beauty is up to you. Weekly facials and scalp treatments are fine, but night-after-night home treatments and daily brushing are wnat count in the long run. If your hands are to remain soft and attractive, you must supplement your weekly manicure and hand massage with applications of hand lotion after each washing and cuticle oil around finger nails each night. A society girl—one who can afford to go and actually does go to a beauty shop three times a week—admits that proper cleansing of her skin at night, the right kind of daily baths, exercise in the open air and a sensible diet have much to do with the clarity of her skin and sparkle m her eyes. After all, no one except yourself possibly can be responsible for the kind of food you eat and the amount of exercise you get. You are the one who must decide to see your doctor whenever you notice that you are losing too much weight or that your skin seems to be covered with blemishes a good part of the time. No one can lead you to the dentist. You must pick your own beauty shop operator. After you have found one whose work is satisfactory, you yourself are the only one who can carry out his suggestions about ways and means to improve and preserve your good looks between visits to his salon. Your beauty is a game in which you are both contestants. Whether you win or lose, you have only yourself to blame or praise as the case may be. Mothers Sponsor Lotto Cathedral High School Mothers' Club is to sponsor a lotto party at 8 tonight in the school auditorium. Hostesses are to be Mesdames A. J. Ullrich and Michael Healy.

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Trianon Sorority to Hold Annual Meeting Friday Butler University unit of Trianon Sorority is to sponsor the annual national convention Friday through Sunday at the Lincoln with delegates from Ohio State University, Miami University, Cincinnati University, Indiana University and ; University of Louisville attending. National sorority officers are Miss Ruth Emhardt, Indianapolis, presiI dent; Miss Virginia F. Dustin CinI Gnnati, vice president; Mrs. Helen B. Snyder. Newport, Ky„ secretarv, and Miss Geraldine Relander, j Madison, treasurer. The convention is to open with a I general meeting Friday night. Sectional meetings are to be held Saturday morning followed by election of national officers in the afternoon. Saturday’s activities are to be concluded with a banquet at 8 and a formal dance from 9 to 12 in the hotel. The convention is to end Sunday morning with a formal breakfast followed by installation of officers. Honor guests at the convention are to include Miss Martha M Kin- ; caid. Butler unit faculty sponsor, and Mrs. Kark S. Means. Official delegates I from Butler active -and alumnae units are Misses Alice Perrine. Marian Schleicher. Celia Kauffman, Mary Bentle, Helen Muterspaugh and Irma Smith. Alternates are Misses Neoma Lichtenberg and Irma Frazier.

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