The Daily Banner, Greencastle, Putnam County, 18 July 1936 — Page 4

THE DAILY BANNER, GREENCASTLE, INDIANA SATURDAY, .TL T LY IS, 1936.

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JOHN WAYNE in "Oregon Trail

3 Days—Sun. - Mon. - Tues. — Matinee Tuesday Midnight Show Tonig'ht At 11:30 P. M.

Fields: “Ladies and gcntlemefl, this little animal is a cross between a Manchurian yak and an Australian dingo. He’s more to me than a brother...

Dog: “Yea, boss, but when do we eat?”

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America's favorite' ’comedian in his grandest picture!

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The Answers Correct completions of the current events statements on page two are as follows: 1-C;2-B;3-D;4-E;5-A; 6 - D; 7 - B; 8 - D; !» - E; 10 - B. LEGAL NOTICE OF PIBLIC HEAKING Notice is hereby given that the Local Alcoholic Beverage Board of Putnam County, Indiana, will, at 2:00 P. M. on the .'10th day of .July 1936, at the Clerk's Office, Court House, in the City ' or Town' of Greencastle, in said County, begin investigation of the applications of the following persons, requesting the issue to the applicants, at the locations hereinafter set out, of the Alcoholic Beverage Permits of the classes hereinafter designated and will, at said time and place, receive information concerning the fitness of said applicants, and the propriety of issuing the Permits applied for to such applicants at. the premises named: George William McHaffie, 17763, (Putnam Liquor Store', 23 West Franklin Street, Greencastle Liquor, Wine dealer. Homer Morphew, 17992, 'Package Liquor Store', East Washington street, Hoachdale Liquor, Wine dealer. , Homer T. Broadstreet, 18012,

Store), Market Liquor, Wine deal-

(Brady's Liquor street, Cloverdale er. Said investigation will be open to the Public, and Public Participation is requested. Alcoholic Beverage Commission of j Indiana. By: R. A. SHIRLEY Secretary PAUL P. FRY Excise Administrator. , ll-18-2t

WATER STARTS FIRE DENVER. (UP)— Water, customarily used for extinguishing fire, turned the tables and started a blaze which almost destroyed a garage under construction here. A downpour of rain soaked some lime which smouldered into flame.

NOTH E OF SALE OF REAL ESTATE The undersigned, commissioned by virtue of an order of the Putnam Circuit Court, made and entered in a cause therein pending entitled "Marcenia Sears vs. Rena F. Sears, Ernest IT. Sears,” Cause No. 14995, hereby gives notice that at the law office of Lyon & Abrams, West Washington street, in the City of Greencastle, Indiana, on the 27th day of July at

Record Holder in Olympic Test

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Lenore Eight Wingard, holder of eight world and sixteen American swimming records, churns her way to a place on the Olympic swimming team in the finals try-outs at Astoria, L. I.

nine o’clock A. M. of said day, he will offer for sale at private sale and at not less than the full appraised value thereof, for cash, the following described real estate, to-wit: Lot No. One (!' in Oliver M. Hen-

sley’s Addition to the Town now City, of Greencastle. Indiana. Marshall D. Abrams. Commission-

Lyon & Abrams, Attorneys.

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THE EASY CHAIR

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Suzy is rescued from her trpfr UinMhndy by the tuo strange iMJiiny men she has hailed in her desperation. They take her to', the n/rr.s* and because she places j Terry Moore’s wager on the '•crony horse, she is the richer by twenty pounds. lie is deeply at-j ‘acted to her and she likes him. Also she is impressed by the fuel j that he has saved Jour hundred \ pounds and plans to leave the \ factory where he works to perfect an invention which he says i him a f nr tune.

Chapter Three

Puzy wns young but she wan wise beyond her years. Phe knew it would be better for her and for Terry—especially fur Terry if she returned to her old lodgings. Mrs. Pcggs was so fawning in her cordiality that Suzy was surprised at first until she discovered that Terry had paid out of what he called her winnings, not only the amount she wa*> in arrears, but a month’s rent in advance. There was a letter waiting for her, from Mazie. There was a money order in it and a suggestion that she come on to Paris at onre. 6>h<» wag singing in another cafe and if it wasn’t the best in the city, ot least it w;ls better than the first one. Also, she had spoken to the proprietor and he had agreed to take Suzy. Just two days before, Suzy would have been elated and off by the first train and boat for Paris. But now there wasn’t a moment's hesitation. "Thanks a heap, but I think it heifer to st 1 taking a-turn in right direction Will write particulars soon. Love." Usually Suzy was a girl of her word and she honestly meant to write Maizie that was happenin'g, but she was too busy and too

' Suddenly all the actor in her left Suzy. She just couldn't go through with it. For her, it would be all right. It wouldn't be fair to Terry. | "Terry,” she aid earnestly. "Listen to me, listen carefully. 1 think you are the fine t man in the wor d and it's an awful temptation to spy ‘yes’ but I'm not going to say it. I d planned to. really. Don't be toi shocked, but I must tell you the truth. You deserve it. But now I see I can't do it — for I don't k>vo you. Td be d ing it jiu t because without you I'd he alone in a strange city, ruggling along to keep alive. You deserve better than that. Terry.” "That’s my business,” Terry's voice was almo t rough. “How do you know whether you love me or not? You’re hardly more than, a child. It isn't just that I have love enough for both of us and to spare. But Tm a conceited bloke an 1 I'm willing to tak ' a chance on >our being crazy about me. So, my noble young — ” They had been so engrossed" ineach other that they had not hfeard a door below open or heavy steps mounting the stairs. "Who iss det It was a woman's voice calling in gutteral tones "It’s Mrs. Schmidt, the owner,” gasped Terry in a whisper. ' Hide there in that dark corner. I'll get rid of her in a minute.” Terry bent ova r the model as if wot king on it. until the door to the room opened and Mrs. Schmidt entered. "So, it iss you he shouted, "coming into my factory after hours; wasting my lights and my power and my machinery on your own sil 1 irtess.” "But I didn’t think you'd mind, Mrs. Schmidt,'' aid Terry with his most disarming mile. “And it is my own time and I thought—” “You thought Now I tink and vat I tink, I say. Dat Isa — you get out and stay out.,Dis very mim*.e.

excited to sit down and write. There was something else. She couldn’t wmte Maizie frankly. She could tell her what a line young man Terry was, how much she liked and admired him. But something in her would not let her teil the one real friend she had in the world that she was deliberately planning to marry him. That wouldn't have been so bad if she were in love with him. She wasn't. Half in play, half In earnest, when she was alone she would rehearse a scene she would play with Terry. She would say she had decided the best thing to do was to go back to New York, she would tell him she would never forget all his kindness to her, his caring for her when she was hungry, she would let her eyes grow misty and she would ask in a choked voice If i he would kiss her just once, for l goodbye before she sailed away, never to see him again. It would he very touching and she knew ! what the outcome would be. Terry would never let her go. She would j have comfort and security and love 1 all the days of her life. She knew j that Terry was one of those who | would be faithful until death. There was no need to rush the 1 little scene. It was good for them to become comrades — and with every dtiy she knew Terry loved | her more. Once or twice she asked him, really solicitious, if he wasn't rpending loo much time with her, neglecting his invention. She knew by the way his face lighted up when he mentioned it, how much it meant to him. He insisted that he had struck a snag — that In inventing as in everything else, hard work was not everything, that sometimes there must be a flash of inspiration and one could not force that. One could only wait for It and recognize it when it came. He never talked much about the fac’ory where he spent his days, except to tell her that he knew practically everything there was to know about buttons. She hadn't | much curiosity about it ^— a factory 1 didn't sound very interesting. Then o:.o night while they were eating dinner, he raid suddenly: "I have an idea. Let’s drive over to the factory. I think maybe that thing which has been bothering me I < n bo figured out in double quick

time ”

"Oh, the Inspiration at last?” she j asked eagerly. “Not exactly, but with you there — why didn't I think of it before? You are my lucky piece. With you there — just you and me In the big silent plant, I’m sure it will come

to me.”

"I've got it,” he cried suddenly, swinging her around. "You've ‘urned the trick. Only a few weeks now, Suzy, and you’ll see It ready for the market." "Oh, Terry, that’s too wonderful. You don't know how happy—” "Yes I do, dear,” he sa’d huskily. "And as for me — it isn't just the invention; it’s this" — he drew a paper from his pocket, “I got this marriage license the other day and promised myself I’d — ask you not tp let it go to waste when I knew I had something real to offer you. You will marry uia. won’t you,

You’re fired.”

"Very well, Mrs. Schmidt, if that is the way you feel about it,” said Terry. "I’ll just pack this contrap-

tion — ”

"You vill not — not now. Tomorrow you come for it, get any pay coming to you and dat's the end.”

"Very well,’’ he answered.

“And go out co front way — not

the back."

He started toward the door, as she went into her office. He wondered why she was so excited and insisted on his leaving so quickly and by the front way. He whispered to Suzy to go down quietly and wait for him in the car parked around the corner. He would he down in a minute. Ho switched off the lights and shut the door with a bang. Then he waited in the shadows — why he didn’t know, but he couldn’t resist the impulse. Almost immediately he heard steps, stealthy steps they were, coming up the back stairs. A man and a woman entered. He could sen only that the man wore a chauffeur's uniform and that the woman was beautifully dressed. They went into

Mrs. Schmidt’s office.

He crept quietly toward the door, stood on a chair and looked in through the transom. He saw Mrs. Schmidt take sonic letters from the safe and give them to the visitors, but just then Mrs. Schmidt saw him. The strangers did not turn he saw only their hacks. But Mrs. Schmidt came toward the door and opened it. To his surprise she was

beaming on him:

“Why you neffer tell me you know German?” she asked. "Veil, anyway, this is a lucky

night for u.^ — just got a big order.

It vill make us a fortune.” "How lucky for me? I'm fired, in

case you remember.”

“Ach, you silly boy. You take me and my temper too seriously. Come hark tomorrow — for a long time I think Terry should have more money. In the morning come right to me and we fix it — yes?” "Anybody see you or you anybody ?" asked Terry when he joined

Suzy.

"They didn't see me. hut T saw them — didn’t get a good look at the man. but I saw the woman and was she beautiful? Looked like a duchess or something? What on earth was he sneaking in‘o thi factory for?” "1 can't make It out," said Terry. "You eo they were talking In Gei^ man and I don't know a word of it. But what's the difference? We’re driving straight to a clergyman friend of mine, so this license won’t go to waste.” Mrs. Schmidt answered the anxious looks on the faces of her callers when she returned to the office by shaking her head. Then she wrote something on a card and withou* a word handed it to them. They nodded silently. "Terence Moore—36 Tsling Street” was what she had written. © 1936—Metro- QoMwyn-M'ayar Oon>. (Tomorrow: Suzy ssea the mysterious woman face to fnrn ayain that night anti dnshee away in horror from the catastrophe v'ith which she is /acad.) .(To be cuntiHUeUj j

THE NEW DELUX VONCASTLEj Always Comfortably Cool

Tonight GEO. 0 BRI En ‘The Border Patrol,

Tonight Midnight, Sunday and Monday SCNDAV, 2 ’Till 11 P. M.

The job in hand always looks so insignificant. If it was just some big, important, worth-while task. If wc could make a big sale, involving thousands of dollars we’d he thrilled, hut just ten and fifteen cent sales over a counter—that is so trivial. If we could speak to a vast auditorium full of appreciative and applauding people. But it seems to dull to tell things to Aunt Mag in the wheel chair, or to sing for a couple of dozen lodge members. If we could make an evening dress of chiffon velvet we’d take some interest in sewing, hut who could really put their best effort on a fifteen cent dimity ? If we had a big, beautiful house we’d like to dust and shine up the mirror, but who wants to spend much time on furniture and rugs that are shabby. Mayme wants to knock ’em cold with her looks and her poise and her ability, hut she has never taken the first hard, uninteresting steps towards this goal. She thinks if her eyes were brown instead of blue she’d be pretty. And if she had a lot of money, or lived in another town any other town—and if they had another make of car and her father was a lawyer, instead of a merchant. But really, handicapped like she is, there isn’t much use trying. She’s going to show everybody some day, though. She’s going to wake up some morning able tc excell in the arts and sports anil what Popeye calls "Femininiky.” Meanwhile she’s getting a dissatisfied expression on her perfectly good face, and a couple of mean wrinkles around her mouth. Four hundred young people are a good many. Sometimes a mother t<links a family of five or six is the limit. But four hundred to make a program for, to keep entertained, and glad they came, and full of enthusiasm right through this heat. It is a big order but we are seeing it done. Voluntary attendance at classes on serious subjects, very fine cooperation in keeping a set of simple rules. Rules made for the sole purpose of giv’ng the greatest number of people the best possible time. Living peaceably in crowded and unusual surrc indings. These things bring out the best—and the worst in people. Girls in long pants is it slacks?— and Lttle fluffy blouses. A girl in shorts and breast plate with an elab-i.-ate set of curls and, o* all things, pink ear-rings. Boys in undershirts and colored glasses, and everywhere, all the time, everybody, carries, sucks and drips ice cream cones, popsickles, eskimo pies, and bottles of soda. The universal stomach seems to stand it, and call, in addition, for th.ee square meals a day. This is day time. But in the evening invisible, but cherished bits of down are scraped from boyish faces, ha'r oil is freely poured, shoes are brushed with handkerchiefs and the negelected tie coaxed into place. Little fuzzes of blonde hair are combed, pale green ruffled dresses slipped on.

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and female created He them,” and they have not forgotten.

Four hundred young bodies crowded into opera chairs. Perspiring song leaders wave their arms, shy and fumbling actors pass on and off the stage. Everyone is hot, most everyone is sleepy, but no one would complain of the one or confess the ilher.

Old McDonald who had a farm, is van ing in popularity. The boy receiving the major attention by the group now seems to be Sammy who pui the paper on the wall But Sammy, too, will pass, and another .'avorite will take his place. It is true that some young people come to this camp merely for the vacation and because it is someplace to go. But hundreds of them come because they are clean, high principled and earnest. They hope to 'Jay a creditable part or the stage of a none too stable world.

Tt is true that we were awakened at midnight last night by a large dinner bell, fire crackers and some pretty vociferous humanity. Both 'lies and large black ants seem unable to respect property rights, no

shashes are tied and socks turned | amount of dry heat can overcome the neatly down over white shoes. "Male | last mosquito, and the dust gets

deeper and deeper. It is td the milk man mDsnl uj tkl ing and the the ii < man hq| a coy manner until the melted. But it's a grand place makes us feel yoimp atm 111

TOBACCO NAMED I’HIN'M PLANT BY sffftf CAMBRIDGE. Mass., advertisement of today in travagant with its pmiaetli merits than wa. cHaiti physician, Dr. William IbrcAl in 1611. The good doctors' laudato) concerning the weed were <- in a monograph titled "S<! the Vertues of T 1 ..cco C. Potter, for 4- y. ;u ‘ Hanl* versity’s librarian Wrote Dr. Barslay: "It ‘tobacco 1 pie .Tueth 1 toothach; it cut' 'n mifi colicko, the cough, the coU: J growing fatte; it “T it Hypochrondriaekc mela* prepareth the stomai he fsl maketh a clear v< ice it r sweet breath, it cleauth to| ... it comforteth nerues. a few wonts it is the pri* physical plants . .

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