The Daily Banner, Greencastle, Putnam County, 11 July 1936 — Page 4

THE DAILY BANNER, GREENCASTLE, INDIANA SATURDAY, JULY 11, 1936.

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GENL AUTRY “Cornin’ Round The Mountain”

3 Days. Sun. - Mon. - Tues.—Matinee Tuesday 2 P. M. Midnig-ht Show Tonight At 11:30.

He always got the jewels back ...at a price! . . . until he met the girl with the big brown eyes! This private detective worked society’s smoothest jewelArqtket for

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•j. ■ . . I 1 reviews and Kevlews | AT LOCAL THEATERS Yoncastle Edward G. Robinaon has the role of a hard-boiled detective in “Bullets or Ballots,” at the Voncastle Sunday and Monday. Joan Blondell ably handles the romantic interest which has been held to a minimum in the film. Barton Macl.ane and Frank McHugh have the principal supporting roles. The picture opens witn Robinson as a former detective and head of New York's famous strong arm squad being relegated to a patrolman's heat in the Bronx. He is finally discharged from the force, and apparently embittered, joins the gang run by Maclaine. One fast scene follows another as Robinson sacrifices honor and the love of Joan Blondell to gain the secret of the gang. Robinson is not only starred but appeals in most of the scenes. And despite a few rather unreasonable situations such as the scene where the cop who has been kicked off the force knocks down the police com-

missioner at a prize fight and the fact that Robinson is several inches too short to gain such a position on the police force, the picture provides good screen entertainment.

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Joan Bennett and Gary Grant from the romantic team in "Big Brown Eyes," feature attraction at the (’bateau theater Sunday. Monday and Tuesday. It is the talc of a hotel manicurist who keeps her eyes open and sees a lot ^)f things that other people don't know. Joan, who plays the manicurist, has a scrap with Cary Grant, her cop sweetheart and walks out on her job, winding up working for a newspaper columnist, just after a myaterious shooting in the park, in which an inncent baby is accidentally killed. Joan’s hunches succeed in tying up the baby-killing with a jewel robbery which has taken place, and she cleverly maneuvers the killers into such a spot that Cary can round ’em all up, with the goods firmly fastened on them. At this point, the lovers'

Britain Considers Nor “Lifeline” -■" i— .. . ——i. >■>

/{(•cent development* in the Mediterranean, have gone far toward Convincing Great Britain that its historic "lifeline of the empire”, connecting England with its colonies in the east, is no longer a practical route. Italy’s growing power in the Mediterranean challenges England's former dominance in that sector. It now appears that the main route of England's shipping to India, China and Australia, In case of a crisis, will he around Africa’s Cape of Good Hope, which U riot dependent upon such bottleneck navigation route* as.tha •trait of Gibraltar and the Suez canal*;

| quarrel is patched up, with a long { clinch. J £^ - i t SAVE FOR FAIR VISIT SAN FRANCISCO. <UP>— San Francisco's 1939 Bay Exposition to set a world record for school child ren attendance. A plan has been launched whereby children will begin at once savings accounts of 10 cents a week for their World's Fair visit. Honolulu JiinkN Old Autos

HONOLULU, (UP) — Honolulu claims a better average class of motor cars than any other American city. Obsolete machines are dumped immediately into the sea instead of being reconditioned.

“FINGERPRINT TEA” HELD — BERKELEY. Cal, (UP)—Mayor and Mrs. Edward N. Ament have launched the latest society novelty. It is a “fingerprint tea.” Guests arc fingerprinted in to effort to attain city wide voluntary fingerprinting. BANNER WANT ADS PAY

THE EASY CHAIR

We read travel books because of restlessness frequently. The job, the family, poor health or an emaciated bank roll make travel impossible, and so v. takj it vicariously. The other plac isn’t any better It is merely difi rent, and therein lies the charm. We were reading about a saunter the word comes we are told, from Santa Terre and was applied to the Crusaders. They were away on a Santaterre a lc”g and tragic one, alas! hut anyway a saunter thru an African forest The scene was beautifully described, but our men-

tal comment was. "nothing different," and we felt disappointed. We want the strange and unusual, because we have itching minds, as well as itching feet. But lucky for us. the job or family, lack of health or funds cannot confine our minds.

What we need mostly—is not something new to see, but new sight to bring to the familiar object. It is the same linden tree we’ve passed under every summer, but a bit of imagination can make a row of them, and Berlin. It is just a butternut tree we tie the clothes line to, but a hit of memory brings back the house in which the children were first-grad-ers and babies. The woodwork was butternut. The world war was on, and all we could do was knit a litUe and try to locate our armies on a map pinned on the wall. It is just a clump of Queen Ann's Lace. A weed in Indiana, a cherished garden flower in Missouri. But one can think, with Priscilla of the hedge rows of England, and of the little girl who was too poor to buy patterns for her lace, so she

SYNOPSIS Arrested tor the fourth time for Speeding Itettp Winslow, madcap tocu t y girl meets Lieut, li nns, handsttme head of the Traffic I>epartment Knox is campaigning for more traffic safety. He falls in love with Hetty despite her penchant tor speeding Jackie Hetty* you ) brother crashes into a school bus while driving drunk. Hetty riding with her brother takes the blame for the crash saying that she was at the wheel. Hue 4* indicted for manslaughter when one of the children injured in the bus dies on the operating table. £

CHAPTER VIII "MOW we'll see what happens," whispered Jackie, who was sitting beside his sister, as the head of the trafllc department took the stand. "llalso your right hand,’* the eourt clerk directed. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing hut the truth, so help you God?” “I do." "Lieutenant Knox, you're the officer In charge of the traffic department of this city, are you not?” queried the district attorney. “I am." “Will you tell the court In your own words what you know about the defendant. Miss Betty Winslow?”

i Haltingly, and without meeting the eyes of the girl at the defense table, Knox related the circumstances of their meeting, told of the Traffic school, and of the party an the evening of the accident. He Jented heatedly that Betty had hud anything to drink on that occasion but explained that she was driving her brother’s car because the latter was too intoxicated to do so. Under the prodding of the questioner he admitted that the Winslow's car passed that of the Sloan's ut a speed which he reluctantly estimated to he around seventy-fivo miles an hour. There was a murmur from the spectators as this damaging point of evidence was brought out. Betty stared at Knox as though unable to believe her oars, then glanced at Jackie as if asking an explanation. “I object,” Anderson was shouting. "This evidence Is wholly a matter of conjecture and as such Is Immaterial and irrelevant!" “Objection sustained," ruled the

Judge.

“Perhaps we can show that seventy-live miles an hour Is not such sheer conjecture as the lawyer for the defendant seems to think." said the prosecutor us he went to his table and picked up a photographic enlargement. Then, turning hack to the witness, he continued: “Lieutenant Knox, what was the precise time that Miss Winslows car passed yours?” “One second before ten.” “How could you know the time so accurately,” asked his questioner with a faint smile of triumph as those In the courtroom gasped In surprise. "The radio of our car was going. As Miss Winslow's car passed ours, the announcer happened to broadcast the correct time.” “Where were you at that time?” The D A. tried to hide his own excitement. "A little over ten miles west of Kingston Junetton, where the accident occurred." The prosecutor handed him the photographic enlargement and

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“Cun you Identify the clock In that photograph?” “Yen it Is the clock on the dashboard ol Mr. Winslow's car.” “How can you be so sure?” "It wa* photographed by my orders." Knox stared straight ahead.

"When the car struck that bus—” the Prosecutor turned dramatically to the jury. “The clock on the dashboard stopped. Whit time do the hands of the clock in this photograph show. Lieutenant?” "They show seven minutes after ten." was the toneless answer. "Ten miles in seven minutes,” remarked the attorney to no one In particular. Then, turning to the Jury, ho cried: “Gentlemen, this shows it is no longer a question of conjecture that Miss Winslow was going seventy five miles an hour. It is a question of simple mathematical proof.” The men and women on the Jury leaned forward and whispered to each other excitedly. The courtroom was in such an uproar that the clerk had to pound for order. Betty stared at Knox like a child which has been hurt and cannot understand why. Phe turned her head

“Would she be guilty of criminal negligence?” "Yes . . . she would.” answered Knox in a low voice. The District Attorney swung toward the Jury, paused for a dramatic effect as though to say to them “What else is there to say?” Then he turned in the direction of the Judge’s bench. "The Prosecution rests, Your Honor,” he smiled. • • • “What do you think, Anderson?" Betty's perspiring father asked as he, Betty and Jackie sat In the almost empty courtroom watting for the Jury to end Its deliberations. “I think we have a good chance," said the attorney ponderously, but his strained smile helled his word*. "Sure we have.” cried Jackie ns though desperately trying to convince himself. “They'll never convict her in a thousand years.”

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and looked in Jackie's direction ns though half < \peeling some sort of explanation. A: if tn answer to her questioning look, Jackie was staring nt Knox with hatred and contempt while his lips formed the words: "The double-crossing rat!" “Lieutenant Knox, as head of the Traffic Department, and as a matter of expert testimony, ts It your opinion that this accident could have been avoided?” tha Prosecutor continued inexorably. "1 object!" shouted Anderson. “Any answer the witnesses might make would he conjecture and therefore Immaterial!” "Not at all!" the District Attorney shouted In return. "The witness' expert knowledge entitles him to express a valid opinion." "Objection overruled," came the Judge’s monotone. “Yes—I think the accident could have been avoided." answered Knox when quiet had been restored. "One last question, Lieutenant.” The Prosecutor s attitude was reminiscent of tti.it of a cat about to pounce on a bird. “After a person has had her brakes tested as Miss Winslow did. and has been warned not to drive more than thirty miles an hour, and she nevertheless does so. with fata! results, would you say that she was guilty of criminal negligence?” Knox did not answer. Instead he stared straight at Betty, beseechingly and yet hopelessly. “Did you hoar the question?" the Prosecutor demanded relentlessly.

"I don’t care what happens now,” said Betty In a hitter voice. “Here they corns," whispered Anderson tensely as the door to the jury room opened and the twelve men and women tiled Into the box. There were a few moments ot confusion as the courtroom tilled up with excited spectators and the Judge climbed to the bench. Before the session was resumed Knox hurried up to the defense table. "netty,” he stammered earnestly. 'Tin sorry I had to say those things on the stand. But there wasn't any way out of ft.” At that moment the Judge rapped for order. “Gentlemen of the Jury,” he asked. “Have you arrived at a verdict.” “Yes, Your Honor—we have,” ^lld the portly, buldheaded foreman as he rose to his feet and handed the Judge a sealed envelope. Hts Honor studied It closely for a moment, then looked up. “Will the defendant please rise?” he asked In an almost gentle volet As Betty did so, her face white aqd strained, be continued: “Betty Winslow, this court finds you guilty of murder In the second degree.” At those words Jackie half rose from his chair, as though to say something. But he lost his nerve, sank back and buried his face in his hands, as the courtroom burst Into pandemonium, with everybody talking at once despite the pounding of the clerk's gavel, and with flashlights flickering as newspapermen made photograph* for the evening editions. (To b$ tontiuuedt}

In some parts of Africa they point with their lips instead of their fingers. That would be different enough for the most blase. We heard last night about Indians in our Southwest who wear, in temperatures like this, three or four full skirts at once, a long sleeved velvet blouse and top it all with a closely woven wool blanket. Just the thoughts of all that clothing made us feel faint. There was cne point though that struck us as quite advantageous. They have a metal eye soldered to their coins and they sew the coins upon their blouses for decoration. This is an artless way of showing envious females how much money the decorated cne has. Civilization is just as anxious to impress, but goes about it more subtly. No frantic hunting about for her pure by an Indian woman or ripping her dress skirt and retrieving money from a petticoat pocket as our grandmothers did. She just twists a coin off her blouse and there you are! We never know, in weather like | this, whether to read stories about | Alaska, or Byrd’s expedition, or “Grenland’s ley Mountains" -skipping "India’s Cora! Strands”—and try to demonstrate the power of mind over matter and feel Cool; or whether to give up and just wallow

in the idea of a lea s ?ur. !) so and sizzling in a rapper I One thing i:i po-lty suit®* ever idea we adopt, it is v.fl lead to any great activmB place where our brain .- fl to be. Jt|

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