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"Even a fool when he holdeth his peace is counted wise."
"Few men have virtue to withstand the
Ol i e Olson
Bud Lyle, James Murray
highest bidder."
"Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved." Bob Brady, Peggy McBride Page five
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"Get thee behind me, Satan, and push!" Warner Forsyth, Sue Averill
"Love is an egotism of two." Jim Bickford Shirley Smith
"When Pa was courtin' Ma." Phil Breitmeyer Doris Franklin
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"Blessings on thee, little man ..." Mitts Coulson
sports like these are all their cares beguiled, The sports of children satisfy the child." Ginnie Matthews
"Reeling and Writhing, lion,
Bob ' Eade Pnge Seve11
"Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawlYouth is a sign of them one and all!" Jane Poppleton School Clerk
"Silence is the best nurse of wisdom."
B.Poag, B. Roth, E. Widenmann, J. Minton,
G. Gruber, D. Lamb. Page Nine
"When indolence is bliss, 'tis folly to arise." J. McKinney,
D. Deers, J. Cromwell, L. MacDonald,D. Matth ews, H. Roy, B. Eade, D. Kreipke, G. McCullough
"No personal consideraiion should stand in the way of performing a public duty." Mignon Conway, Charlie Lewis
"Thus idly busy, rolls their world away." M. Ely, J. Osborne, R. ANderson,
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W. Watkins,
M. Carney
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"He knew what is what." Mr. Wilson, Jenkin, Gloria Gruber, Madeline Pease
"Their only labor was to kill the Time." Page Eleven
" Hermit's Cnue"
Bob Myers and Ward Cruickshank
Ellsworth G. Smith nnd his sccing-c)'t: dog
"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players." "Yori Cnn'l Take It Jlli/1, You"
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First Team on the Field of
H. Mack F. Bedard W. Holmes C. Gowans
R. Wenzell
A. Miller
C. Fiske
L. Colgrove
J. Bennett
C. Adams
T. Snyder
A. Bruni, C. Pardee, R. McBride J. Herbst
G. Baldwin
W. Robinson _Pa_ge Fo11rtce11
R. Neely
G. Mullin
R. Eade
The Dope on George ~
LTHOUGH most of us know the highlig hts of George Wursler's life not many know the real interests and hobbies of our well known football and baseball coach. Naturally George's main occupations are educolion and athle tics, but his great interest is working with boys. This is' best illus trated by the many extra hours spent working with the lootboll and baseball teams. George's favorite expression while on the athletic Held is ''Hot dogl and only a tenth grader!" and his e yes are seen lo sparkle as he catches an unusual performance by some promising young prospect. Afte r retiring lo his home in Detroit, George indulges himself in what has become his fcrvorlte pastim&-playing with his 18-monlhs-old daughter, Sandra Gail ("Sandy," for short). The Wursters spend their summers and many week.-ends at their collage al Highland Lake. George is Justly proud ol his cottage since he built ii himself and is constantly making improvements on ii.
boil and hoping for a strike. (He also welcomes strikes lrom his pitchers.) During tho hunting season the Wurster beagle hound, Ace, runs more rabbits than any other dog ol his particular weight and line ness In these parts, thereby contributing much lo his master's pleasure. George puts his abundance of outdoor knowledge lo use as sponsor of the Interesting Hunting and Fishing Club. Quite olten he con be caught showing someone the size of "the ona that got away" or telling of the pheasants he saw as he was driving to school in the morning. At the football banquet, ii was learned from Mr. Hyams, the speaker, that George was the "Beau Brummel" ol the Western Stale campus, being voted tho best dressed man in the college. He enjoys immensely a good movie, an ln• leresling book and even on occosional ploy. An absorbing interest ol his is psychology, as is soon discovered when one enters his English class.
The coach is quite an outdoor man and takes his hunting and fishing rather seriously. lf we happened along the shores ol Highland Lake a t live o'clock some fine morning, it would not be unusual to see George casting his
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Quintuplets of the Hardwood R . Langerman, L. MacDonald
D. Gilbert J. McDonald,
R. Prevo, W. Dalley, S. Olson, G. Austin, B. Merrill
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The Man Behind the Scenes RANKL YN A. WHITNEY is a prod uc t of the South.
As Varsity Club adviser, he freq uently turns the meet-
He was born in Mississippi but has reta ined none
ings into a riot with his humor. When in a more serious
of the southern accent. He admits he was shocked when he learned that the Northern states won the Civil War.
mood, he lends helpful assistance to the members. Mr. W hitne y is an expert in the Japanese art of jiu
Howeve r, he lelt Mississippi and came to Toledo Waite
jitsu, although this fact is known by only a few . He has
High School where he was noted for his athle tic prowess.
been a ble to ma inta in order in the study halls without re-
He spent his college days at Michig an Normal w here again
sorting to the leg-tw isting technique.
his natural athle tic ability gained him much prestige on
He is modest and re tiring, but a very witty conversation-
the campus. Upon graduation he came directly to Baldwin
alist when a t ease among friends. He is always fair and
as coach of basketball and track. Since then he has com-
never doubts the judgment of the officials. Mr. Whitney has
piled an outstanding record, on and oll the athletic field.
earned the respect and admiration of every boy who has
Although he was never guilty of holding hands in the
served under him, and he will continue to do so. His code
halls, Mr. Whitney d id marry a former Baldwin student,
seems to be " Lose if you must, but lose without alibi.
Betty Erwin. He should be on ideal husband. Anyone who
Win if you can, but w in without boasting." It Is Baldwin
has ever tasted his delicious hamburgers will verily that. His favorite hobby is archery, and he Is known through•
teams' good fortune to pla y under such a ma n and such a coach.
out the state for his markmonship. Mr. Whitney spends Hallowe'en evenings in a tree near the Birmingham Archery Range, " to sharpen up my eye on moving targets," he
explains.
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Ken Kirby Bill Cobb Bu
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BALDWIN'S PRIDE Quentin Brelsford graduated last January, Baldwin lost the bosl runner sho has evor had. State champion hall-miler !or throo consocutlve years, he was never beoten In high school competition. Quent didn't confine his actlvlllos to athletics. however: as treasurer
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ol his cla" and the Varsity Club, ho established the reputation ol being a hard-boiled dues colloctor. Quent is also noted for his hyena laugh, hll loud cheering al basketball games. and his propensity for boing tho life of every party. He ovon livened up his classes, much to tho
deliqht ol hla fellow 1tudent1. Quent's chief hobby ls taking pictures, (he calls them "pitchers") and ho inlands to be an aerial photographer.
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1£AV£ IT TO MARY WHEREVER there is work to be done, there is Mary Garfield. Whether it is for homeroom, cla$S, publications, or dramatics, Mary a lways come~ through. She has been secretary a nd president of the dramatics club and had prominent parts in two of the all-school plays. This year she assisted Miss Hull as studen t director of the play. An artist of unusual ability, Mary is the art editor of "The Piper." She was president and valedictorian ol her class. Her hobby is collecting Norman Rockwell drawings and old silverware. She likes clothes, large houses, big cars, sailing, and badminton. Her ambition is lo be an interior decorator.
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PLAIN BILL
HOLMES ls o modest follow who doesn't liko to toke credit for tho things ho's dono; if ho would, there's a lot that ho could boost
about. Soon oltor ho entered Baldwin last year, we all knew him as "Coalmincr." His likooblo and sincere porsonality made us oil his friends in short ordor. His work on tho football loom and in golf netted him soverol lellers. Ho ls president of his class and tho Science Club. Unsuspected acting ability was dlscovorod in Bill when Miss Hull plckod him for tho port of lovablo Grandpa Vandorhol in " Yo u Can't
Take II With You." Bill likes flashy clothes, hearty food, and all kinds of sports. He ls qoing lo study business administration.
ROSITA
OUR own Rose Berlin can claim the distinction ol being the first girl editor ol "The Piper." We of "The Piper" stall ore proud of her. As a writer, Rose is tops in oil fields, from serious poetry to sparkling humor. Elected secretary ol her class in both sophomore a nd junior years, Rose had a leading part in pulling over all the class projects. She was the guiding genius of the magazine campaign and the juniorsenior reception. For Rose, one of the joys ol living is reading, especially poetry. She plays the piano, loves animals, her dog Teddy in particular, and likes to swim. A rabid Tiger fan, Rose once wanted to be a baseball sports writer but now plans to be an English teacher.
A "NO" MAN W
HEN ii comes to monoy motlers. Charlie Fiske is a lad who con soy. " No," and mean ii. That's how, os business manager o( publicotlons, he kept tho football proqram and "Piper" stalls within their budgets. Chorlio olsp look a fling at dramatics. Remember tho stul·
torinq Omar of "Growing Pains?" As a hard-working football player, he really earned his two letters. Charlie doesn't run out of gum very often: ho chows bubble gum when ho can get It. A good student, Charlie probably likes school but won't admit i i; he says his hobby Is vacations. He plans to bo a mechanical engineer In the automotive field. and that's whol he w ill be ii wo k now any thing about Chorllo.
Quentin
" Five things a re requisite lo a good officer-ability, clean hands, despatch, patience, and impartiality." Brelsford, Treas.; Dorothy Mints Secy.; Mary Garfield, Pres.; Jim Todd, Vice-Pres.
"The office should seek the man, not the man the office." Bill Holmes, Pres.; George Mullin, Vice-Pres.; Pat Houff, Secy.; Bill Cobb, Treas. Page Twc11ty-Five
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Kenneth Willis
Howard Hatt Frances Morrison
Audrey Dostal Roma Sutherland
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Enid Ro hl
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Winnie Watkins
Robert Myers
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Cruickshank
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For more than fifteen years
have produced the newest and best in photography (The Moderne Figure Portrait)
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THE PIPER STAFF Rose Berlin
Editor
Eleanor Kelly
Associate Editors -
Bill Seligmann Franklin Spohr Charles Fiske
Business Manager Advertising Manager
Arthur Underwood
Circulation Managers
Dick Eustis Arthur Miller Margaret Carey
Photography Editors
Clara Phelps Ted Snyder
Sports Editor Advisor: Vida B. McGiffin
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EDITORIAL STAFF Ruth Anderson, Mary Ellen Camey, Alice Coe, Belly Coryell,
Adverlising Solicitors: Jim Bennett, Rose Berlin, Phil Breitmeyer,
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Clifford Harvey, Elizabeth Lynd, Clara Phelps, Martha
Marilynne Ely, Charles Fiske, Rodney Grambeau,
Phelps, Shirley Smith, Jane Thomas, Winnie Watkins,
Clifford Harvey, Pat Houff, Maxine Kreger, Bettie Lee,
Lucille Wayman.
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ART STAFF Alice Coe, Marilynne Ely, Mary Garfield, Roy Lewis, Dick
Salos Solicitors: Jim Benne tt. Rose Berlin, Adolph Bruni, Margaret Corey, Mary Ellen Carney, Carol Clarie,
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PHOTOGRAPHY
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Eleanor Kelly, Bettie Lee, Charles Lyle, Joe Macie, Gene McCullough, George Mullin, Ruth Navin, Kathryn O'Donnell,
Bill Vinton.
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~SAN pushed back her pink satin sheets land yawned for the tenth lime. She thought to herself, "Eleven o'clock is too early for any human being to be rising." Several minutes later Susan's French maid, Lisette, entered with a troy bearing her mistress' breakfast, the same old thing, figs and omelette - so commonplace. Susan ale with little or no gusto, resenting her early a rising. Susan's riding clothes irritated her as Lisette helped her slip into them. Black was the color this season, but she had overlooked this when purchasing her new wardrobe. So she must go out to the Hunt Club In brown. This played upon her mind as she rode. Pasha, her huge grey horse, seemed to sense her irritation and would not obey Susan. It was with relief that she returned to her father's palatial Fifth Avenue mansion. Hurriedly she slipped into her chic creation and topped it off with a mink swagger. Susan had a two o'clock meeting of the Junior League, and there was no time to spare; but she would probably arrive there promptly, for none of her friends or anyone, for that matter, had a more trustworthy chauffeur than Peter. Junior League over and then the cocktail hour at some very smart hotel, a. famous or• chestra and hosts of friends, but Susan only worried about which of her formals she should wear that evening, or would a dinner dress be better? It wasn't that she cared for Anthony, but she did love to look smart-as if she had just stepped out of Hallie Carnegie's salon and stopped in at Lilly Dache's on her way home. Lisette suggested that Mademoiselle wear the chartreuse chiffon creation by Chanel that her mother had brought back from Paris several weeks ago. Dinner at the Waldorf, box seats at the cleverest musical comedy of the season, according to the critics. A table beside the dance floor at El Morocco followed this. A dreamlike evening to some, but it was Susan's usual nocturnal itinerary. Pink satin sheets once more and then sleep from the small hours of the morning until noon, at least.
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Susan heard the alarm clock scream and knew that it was seven once more and time for ·her to iump from her snowy white cotton sheets and prepare for another day of work at the office. She slipped into her simple little black dress and dashed to her cubbyhole of a kitchenette. In the twinkling of an eye she prepared and devoured her tomato juice and "guaranteed-to-qive-energy" cereal. She met the bus at the comer, thinking how fortunate she was to have a position in an office for there were many girls who, this very morning, would be trudging toward the city with hours of job hunting ahead of them. She had been one of that group in the none-too-dim past. Susan hurried breathlessly into the office and greeted her many fellow workers. She sat down at her desk and surveyed the piles of typing that would occupy her during the day. Briskly she set about her work, the keys continuing their businesslike clicking until the very second that the bell, designating the hour for lunch and relaxation, rang. With many employees of her own and other business establishments, the office girl partook of her simple noontime repast at the comer drugstore. Because of a decided shortage of time, she did not linger over her meal. Instead she rushed back to her desk and again played a modern suite on her typewriter. This time the bell which told that the day's labor had come to an end, interrupted Susan's work. She boarded a bus a nd planned her evening meal as she sped away from closely packed skyscrapers. The plain food was soon eaten, and the few dishes were washed with the expertness which comes only from experience. Susan's simple black dress was replaced by one not quite so simple. At the moment that her facial repairs were completed, a knock was heard at the door. She cheerfully greeted her constant caller,
Jim. The couple was enthralled by Lamarr and Gable at the neighborhood theater. They ended (Continued on Page 85) Page Thirty-Five
A Guest Editorial By H. C. L. JACKSON E RARELY lhlnk about graduation lrom high school without thlnklng about lhe Belmont collar, which won'I mean much lo you. But if you appreciate your papa's powers of profanily, iusl oslc him. He will tell you that getting graduated lrom high school was much harder then than ii is now, and chiefly because of lhe Belmont collar. You simply couldn't gel out of high school wllhoul a Belmont collar because to get oul of high school you had to havo your picture taken lo be put in the Year Book, so folks could mah remarks aboul your facial shortcomings, and quite naturally you couldn't have your picture taken unless you wore a Belmont collar. We are not al all sure thal lhe Belmont collar did nol have Its shore In winning the World War, because the war was won by men who kept their chins up, and nolh• ing in the world could train a youth to keep his chin up the way a Belmont collar would. and did. This collar was about three Inches high, and fabricated of linen which had been subjected to enough starch so II was firmer than a prohibitionist's principles. But that was just the beqlnnlng.
II met down the front, In a pitiless undeviating line, from top to bottom, only the bottom comers were chiseled away, and from beneath 1hla bluer expanse of whlleness trickled out a string Ue. But thal wasn't all .
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You didn't just button this collar In front. No, Indeed. You buttoned one side of the collar; a nd then you had lo hook the other side over the collar butlon with a sort of a notch aupplled for that purpose. And usually the notch waa so reluctant about 1l1tlng In place that In the wrestling lo get II lllled, you put 110 many eweaty thumb marks on the collar you had to IOU It away, and do It all over again.
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space has been given over to lhe Belmont collar. But lho l, indubilably, is not so. Because we ore sure lhe Sporlon quolllios of rig id self-conlrol and singleness-of-purpose for which your p re • ceding generolion hos been celebrate d, w ore won in wrestles wilh 1he Belmonl collar. Nolhlng, aside perhaps from the pursuit to their lair of slubbornly elusive Greek rools, ever aided your pare nt in gelling lhrough his college courses---ol course lhe checks his parents gave him helped some loo-more 1han ba llling the Belmont collar to al leosl o stand-still. And further, the fact that you hove no Be lmont collar. ond we did, gives us that chance, so dear lo dotards, of saying thal things certainly have gone to wrack and ruin since we were boys. We feel lhis stalement should be included in such a lucubration as lhls apparenlly ls due lo be, because, ii it were not included, you wouldn' t believe this piece was intended for a publicalion lhal sorl of celebrates the unleashing upon the world of another, if Belmont-collar-less crop of high school sludents. Whoever heard of an oldster who wrole for youngsters and didn't definitely point out that things are different, and easier now.
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NLY. of course, things aren' t easier. They're far tougher than in the days when the Belmont was the quintessence of sarlorlal sophistry. Yes, they're tougher, but-so are you better equipped to meet the problems coming up.
A generaUon thal con withstand such harrowing of its nervous system os comes about by listening lo hair-raising radio programs, and still has enough left lo be gra duated from high school, emphatically can take care of Itself. Some of you will go on lo college. And to those, a
thoughtful word- something your dad won't say to you. Ho never would say to you, but something ii might be worth your while to think a bout: Just how many privations will he, end mother, willingly undergo, that you may have a college oducolion? If you think about this a moment, you may not so easily cons ider college merely as a sort of sublimated high school. I( you're not going lo college though, we don't know as there's anything to mope about. The bigger positions of responsibility In this world ore pretty well popula ted with men who didn't go to college.
Anyway, th is line of thought may be getting a bit serious - more serious, that is. than you would expect from a corpulent citizen who sort of has a sneaking idea that the important things of this world- honesty, and unselfishness and cleanliness and unselfed amb!l!on, a sense of Justice, a nd mercy, end charity, courage end cheerfulness-can be achie ved wherever a person haps lo be.
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NLESS things have changed- and here we go into an expression that more definitely dates us than over was a bag of coffee dated- unless things have changed since that drear day upon which we were gradua ted from Old Central High School in Detroit, which you will agree is a somewhat smoky suburb of Birminghamunless things have changed, we persist, then !here is likely to be a bitte r undercurrent of pessimism in !he mind of the high school graduate.
Disillusfonment. almost. Here he is at the end of one link of llfe and so what? For us, anyway, the future wasn't the roseate field of easy triumph that was pictured in most of tho books for boys. The future looked the blackest when we 901 out of high school it ever did, except along about the day we emerged from college. We 1us1 groveled in gloom. And were completely convinced that there was Nothing Much left. We were sure the world was All Wrong. And we thought that gelling any• where, or achieving anything, was Just Luclr.. Unlortu-
nately, we'd never had o chance then, lo listen to the definillon of luck given lost year by W. S. Knudsen. He said: "Ill luck is usually the consequence of a poorly-thou,;ihl• out plan: like the man who thinks he has Ill Juel:: because he doesn' t win in the numbe rs game, when he hasn't considered the odds against him in the numbers game."
Yes. indeed. we were so deep in the depths we could have taught woe to Hamlet. We might even have adopted his soblo habit, lights and all, ii we hadn't realized our legs woron't g raceful enough or, In other words, we didn't have hams Hke Hamlet. Bui-
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c:1-f" world opening up around us; a grown-up world if you please; that unconsciously we left our sable mantle hanging on o peg in our high school locker-the ono whoso combination always delied us. And since then, wilh the e xception of that other excursion into the nadir of pessimism that come with the donning of a block and unbecoming motorboard hat In college, we've sort of perked up end found quite a lot lo be cheerful about- even. sometimes, something lo giggle about. But, as we implied baclc there a ways, things have probably changed since those days, and doubtless today's graduates lace the future with a brash and unbounded confidence. Personally, we hope things have changed since 1912, the year when the Belmont collar achieved Its highest pealc. We wish you all the qualities that malce for success in life. With the exception of determination. If you've actually read this screed this for, you've demonstrated you already have enough of that. And that's enough of this, and so we'll iust finish off with a two-line Pohem: Wishes Don't flll dlahH.
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1ud11h Jay very among 1he shadow~ of her room. Outside. the world was filled with tho drowsy noises and
commence ment week wilh her usual energy and enihusiasm.
the sweel, heavy fragra nce which a summer evening brings. The air was laden wilh lulling chirps of crlckels and the froquont hum of a passing aulomobile on lhe streel below. Occasionally a timid gusl would lhrow lhe leaves into a blended and almosl inaudible whisper and puff
Yet above all the tumult ol her thought thoro loomed a helpless sadness for Iha valedictory wh ich she could not write. And ludy, lying very small and a lone in a w orld of perfect harmony and beauty, e xperie nced once aga in the empty lullllly ol having a mind and lingers tha t a ch ed lo create the beautiful a nd a hea rt a nd soul which sternl y held them powerless.
genlly al lhe frilly curlalns of lhe window. Through 1ha l window Judith could see lhe lhick mass and spires of 1he high school ou11ined againsl a deep blue sky lacked firmly fnlo position with innumerable sla rs. And tomorrow was gradualion. Tomorrow, In the audllorium of the school which had been her "second home" for the past lour years, she and oil of the companions wilh whom she hod grown up would o!flclolly become lhe class of 1939- the lotesl addition lo lhe long line of school memories that trailed back inlo elernily. Judith was vole• diclorian of 1hat class of '39. She had been va lediclorian from 1he day classes storied In 1he ninlh grade-the only one who had been able lo crack the "A" ra nk in English corqp. s ince lhe course had been institu ted some four teen years ago. Everyone agreed 1h01 Judilh was a whiz at wriling. Her humor could wring a smile from even the frown-hardened lace of old Wllliams. lhe comp. teacher, and the fellows swore that they had seen the llme•loughened caplain of lhe foolball learn shedding tears over one of her papers. Of course, this loller story could have been designed purely lo torment the poor cap1ain, but It showed what the fellows lhoughl of her writing. Most of lhe townspeople who comprised Bellvk,w's small population were looking forward to the valedictory lomorrow night II was assumed 1h01 grodualion would bring Judy Meredith's finest work- the summing up of all her abllities and talenls, as that eve would be lhe summing up of her worlc at the high school. Only old Williams knew dlfferen1Jy. Judlth had seen his hobilual frown grow deeper as he sca_nned lhe sllff, lifeless phrases of lhe draft of the valedictory which she had given him. Williams couldn't quile put his linger on what was wrong with that paper, It simply wasn't Judith Meredith. But then, he told him• sell, he wasn't one lo qo snooping into people's private affairs. Resignedly he penciled an "OK" at the bollom of the last sheet and returned the papers lo Judy without a
word. Thia and a thousand memories of the post week filed lhrouqh Judy's mind In a dull, relentless procession. Again and again she recalled the disgusted and apathetic shrug
The sound of passing cars and the voices of g roups of young people who walked under he r w indow b rought Judith back to reality and the rea lizalion that the Senior Prom must be over. She felt a vogue regret a t having missed the Prom. The frivolous pink dress with ils b lock velvet bows hung expec1antly In tho closet; benea th it, impatient lo da nce a nd walk lighlly lhrough tho darke ned streets of Bellview, stood a pair of cunn ingly-fashioned silver slippers. Over the back of a chair, h er navy suit la y crumpled where she had abandoned ii an hour before. Her praclical, everyday shoes laced the door in a distorted position, a pparently ready once more to underla ke tho lrip lo the lillle second•hand bookshop in Bellvle.w's poorer business district. That bookshop was lhe building in which hod b een born her first acquaintance with the poets and writers who were now her fa vorile companions- companions shared, it is lrue, with one other friend , a man as lino and mellow a s lhe beloved books themselves. Me nia lly Judith traversed lhe span of years 1ha1 had passe d s ince first she enlered the dimness and knew the dus ty, lealhery smell of that 1iny, obscure building, wedged tightly between lwo prosperous stores like a n a rchitectura l ollerthought. It must have been some six or se ve n years a go, al the lime when she wa s a rabid enthusiast of the " series books" lo which mosl children succumb at one lime or onolher. From the even dingier ba seme n! ol lhe ding y shop she had emerged triumphant, her arms g rimy with a load of the much-coveted literature. Ho ns G ruber hod como to meal her from o small room behind lhe shop In which he made his home. He was a sma ll man, only slightl y loller than Judith at Iha time. perhaps around fifty-five years old. He had a plentiful crop of iron,grey hair, and his candid, deep-reaching eyes riva led Judy's in the ir blueness. His voice was low, a nd he spoke w ith a welldefined German accent, obviously impatie nt at his inability to express himself llue ntly in English. W hen he relieved her of her burde n, Judy noticed that his hands were line and well-kept.
with which Chuck had received her excuses to avoid the Senior Prom which was being held at that very mlnulo and the reproachful words a nd glances of her parents who
simply could nol, would nol understand why she had not
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"Good morning," he smiled pleasantly. "H,hello," Judy stammered, a trifle confused by his sudden appearance. "I- I'd like to have the se books.
Could I. for . . . ?" and then she had proffered a dollar bill, lwo weeks' allowance, folded inlo a llny wad. Hans Gruber had looked al lhe books and appraised Judy's anxious expression with a smile of growing lnc:edulily. "You-you wanl lo give me a dollar !or these books?" he hod queslloned. "Bui lhese--lhese ore worth nothing!" His long, capable lingers skimmed hastily through a volume ol "The Radio Girls" and tossed ii onlo a counter as II glad to be rid of ii. Judy hod remained silent, and he hod gone on, eagerly: "Why- why should you wonl to read lhings . . . like THESE when there ore so MANY line, good writings? Here, lei me show you." He turned. and Judy followed him into his room. It was somewhat cleaner than lhe shop, furnished wilh a bed, table, and slove. In one corner he seemed lo hove made o sort ol shrine. In it stood o beautifully fashioned d.;,sk and bookcase. An oil portrait ol a woman with long dork hair and very blue eyes looked down upon two or three shelves of hand-tooled book covers, letlered in Germon script. Under these there was o shelf of equally fine books In English. Judy could distinguish the words BYRON, SHELLEY, KEATS, SCOTT, as sho approached the case. Gruber knelt and selected the volume labeled KEATS. He fondled the soli brown cover a nd the heavy yellowed pages as if they were rich tapestry. Then he began to read in a voice that somelimes faltered, sometimes lolled 10 comprehend and olten mispronounced, but which caught up the whole of the verse wllh on Instinctive love of the beautiful: "'A thing of beauty ls a joy forever; Its loveliness increases, fl will never Poss into nothingness. but slill will keep A bower quie t for us and a sleep Full of sweel dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.' " In the end. Judy had taken lhe volume home wilh her. The series books remained forgollen on lhe counter. That had been the beginning of an enduring friendship between a small girl and an old mo~ bound by a common love of the bcouHlul. When Judy hod hersell begun to wrlle . Hons Gruber was the person to whom she turned for advise and e ncouragement. And Hons, although his English vocabulary handicapped his appreclallon, could Invariably te ll her whether lhe whole was "right" or not. No approval on the port of her classmates. not even the approving nod of old Williams, had been complete without the quiet. earnest encouragement of Hans Gruber. For although his ocluol words of praise or criticism were few, Judy olton fancied that she could see oil of humonlly passing in the emolions of Gruber's features as he read her monuscripls. And never did Judy depart from the shop wilhoul Gruber saying: "Well, Judy, tonight we do not forget Keo ts!" And the leoves ol the brown leather volume would be opened once more lo thol verse which sounded ever more challenging, ever more Inspiring. . . . In the unseeing darkness of her room, the smile which Judy's thoughts hod brought lo her laded before a heavy, sickening return to reality. Gruber hod been ill during the post week. It didn't seem to be a very serious illness,
bul It hung on with undiminished tenacity. When, lhot evening, Judy hod lelt her pink dress and silver slippers behind her and hurried to the room behind the shop, she found Dr. Corter, a brusque, elderly man, already with Gruber. Gruber sol up In bed. "Judy!" he sold, reproach mixed with delight In his voice. "Is there not o party tonight? You said ..." "A party?" Judy's tone was amazed. "Why, no. None that I know ol." she lied. Gruber spoke wilh conviction. "There Is," he sold. "And I am not sick. Go to your party, child. No? Well, It ls good of you to come." He sighed heavily, and lhe doctor flashed o quick look toward Judy. " I hove o cose up lhe street," he announced briskly, "and when I'm through, I'll stop by here lo toke you home, Judy." Judy acquiesced in o bright and animated voice, bul her heart was lllled with a heavy foreboding. Dr. Gorier wasn't much of o hand at concealing his thoughts. In the midst of a series of cheerful remarks on the subject of groduolion, he slopped abruplly. "Look, Judy! I hale like the dickens to tell you anything like this rlghl now, but- you seem to be about lhe only person in town who really knows Gruber, and . . ." He paused, reluctant lo go on. Judy's heart skipped o beat os her lnslincllve leor supplemented the doctor's words. Her voice seemed flat and fo r-away as she loitered. "I . . . I guess I know the rest, Doctor." Corter heaved o sigh of relief at disposing so easily of the unpleasant topic. "Do you think we con count on your pare nts?" he questioned. !;er brown head bowed, Judy nodded assent. "How long wlll ii be?'. ' she asked in a strained voice. "Oh. now, Judy, don't go worrying about It Just yet," sold Carter In a clumsy atlempl al consolation. "It may be days, or even weeks, before anything happens. I wanted to be sure just in case, you know.'' "Yes," sold Judy. "But," she persisted, "you must promise lo coll me the minute you know ... " "01 course, of course," Carter assured her. Then, as he drove oll alter leaving Judy at her house, he repeated to hlmsell, "01 course. Well, I've mode a promise os o doctor. but I'd give a good many years of my lile not to have to keep It before tomorrow night." The day preceding commencement was golden wllh sunshine and noisy with Incessant telephone calls and joyful preparation. Father come home earlier than usual that afternoon, proud os Punch of "his" valedictorian, and spent hall on hour In the bathroom, accompanying the buzz of his electric shover with loud and boisterous song. When he emerged, the air fairly reeked with the smell of Mother's besl cologne. At the school excited classmates showered Judy with congratulations and wishes for a successful valedictory. Judy had a struggle to keep herself from telling them just (Continued on page 93)
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ONa peach satin dressing gown, the one ~ole of luxury in an otherwise drab
room, sat Cornelia Olis Skinner before a brilliantly lighted mirror massaging quantities of cleansing cream into her theatrical make-up. It was thus that she received us after a performance of "Candida" at Detroit's Cass Theater. Miss Skinner, the illustrious daughter of an illustrious father, remarked of her very early days, "I was really brought up to the theater. When I was a baby I used lo be lefi in a market-basket in my parents' dressing-room while they were performing." While vigorously combing and arranging her hair, Miss Skinner voiced her opinion on the subject of dramatic schools. She herself had gained her entire dramalic experience by appearing in a number of plays while in preparatory school. Her schooling was completed at the Sorbonne in France, where she frequented the famous Laiin Quarter of Paris. "Dramatic THEORIES are useless," she emphasized. "The only way really to learn to act is by acting." A characteristic flash of the humor which seems to underlie Miss Skinner's composed dignity was seen when, in reply lo our question, "How old were you when you started performing?" she turned quickly toward us and said, "THAT is a secret." As an afterthought she suddenly added, "But I've been on the stage twelve years." Of the plays in which she has thus far taken part, her favorite is the "Empress Eugenie," "Edna, His Wife," a play which Miss Skinner dramatized and produced, herself portraying four of the leading roles, was a tremendous tax on her energy. "It nearly killed me," she said, with the tone of a philosopher who had resigned himself to his fate. "That is why I'm doing straight drama now." It should be noted that Miss Skinner has achieved success as a writer of clever verse and prose satire on the many little occurrences she notices while on tour. From what has been said, It may well be imagined that so versatile and Industrious a person would have little time for outside hobbles and activities. Despite this fact, Miss
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Skinner "makes her leisure" by foregoing, as much as possible, the flood of invitations and requests which greets her wherever she goes. This "leisure" is devoted to her husband, Allen S. Blodgett, and their child. Miss Skinner remained adamant in refusal to discuss anything related to her home and family. "If your private life really means a lot to you, I think it should be kept private," she stated. She is wholeheartedly disgusted with the audacity of many Hollywood publicity stunts. Actors who allow the general public to know "practically the color of their pajamas" have little sympathy from an actress who is able to base her popularity upon merit, and merit alone. Acting, writing a nd caring for her family, Miss Skinner misses, apparently without regret, many of the social activities in which most women engage. "I don't know how lo play bridge, and I probably never shall," she mused whimsically. "Nor shall I ever learn to play golf. Those take time and so does the theater, and that comes first." In this world of the theater, which she characterizes as "the most cockeyed profession in the world," Miss Skinner strongly stressed the necessity of a well-modulated, attractive speaking voice. "America is the country of the worst voices in the entire world," she informed us emphatically. "Some people take the attitude that any attempt to improve their diction is an affectation. Well, we affect our hair styles and our manner of dress. 'Why shouldn't we affect our speech if doing so makes ii more attrac·uve?" This rather frank discussion was followed abruptly by the announcement, "And now I am afraid I really must kick you out." The ever-present secretary efficiently showed us lo the door. Technically speaking, that was the end of the interview. In reality it was the beginning of a deeper understanding and appreciation of a woman who can so successfully attain the rank of actress, author, wife, and mother, and who can, withal, maintain her own charming personality . . . Cornella Olis Skinner. -Rose Berlin -Franklin Spohr
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The Sportsman
Ad Finem God looked down from His throne on high
The batsman took his stance with grace;
And came to judge us all. He saw the forest tall and gaunt, The creatures great and small. The sun and stars, they pleased Him well In sending forth their light; The running brooks and quiet deer Paid tribute to His might. Each .flow'r that grew and bird that soared Was perfect in His sight. Not one of these gave thought to scorn Nor His great plan lo blight. The beasts had lived their simple lives Not asking why nor when. They'd caused no pain, no hate, no greed, Like low and mortal men. O'er all the earth He found but one Who spoiled His perfect plan . . . T'was the creature in His image made, The one He had called Man.
The ball arched through the air,
John Bathgate
A shot rang out, All ten pins dropped, His left Jab followed through; With grunts and groans they wrestled there. His cue stick struck with venom, The punt rolled over sixty yards, His shot went past the goalie.
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The ping-pong ball flew back and forth, They fenced with grace and skill; The sportsman raved on wildly, His friends, aghast stood still The keepers closed in quickly And clapped him in a cell The commenta tors ha d gotten him As commentators will. Rodney Grambeau
Lost Love
Night The evening curtain falls, Laying shadows over all; The shadows turn to darkness-All is still.
When love wa s in my grasp I scorned it; Tossing cupid's darts awa y. I sent the muses fleeing swiftly, Laughing, "Come some other day."
And soon comes through the air The breeze's whispered prayer; A golden rim is peeping O'er the hill.
And so he left me, seeking elsewhere For that love we'll never share. Now that I'm his but for asking, 'Tis he who doesn't care.
The rim repeats its gleam In a melodic bubbling stream; The liquid light soon pales And then is gone.
Love is what the poets laud; Where lies the beauty that they see? Could hell in all its fiendish fury More cruelly diabolic be?
All nature is at rest, Lulled on Mother Nature's breast Into sleep which captures all 'Til 1t be dawn. Doris Franklin Page Forty-Two
Yet while I weep, and hope, and pray, I know our chance has slipped away. Virginia Stanley
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Oh! Horrors
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OST slor;es, wefrd stor;es, and ..murders too. The Hermit knows them all. At this the hardy Hermit fans feel delightful shivers run up and down their spines. They draw their chairs a trifle closer to the radio and willingly snap off the lights at the command of that maniac. They sit tensely in the darkness while the Hermit, cackling with fiendish glee, unfolds another tale of horror for their insatiable ears. They are fully aware of the fact that the gruesome details may turn their stomachs, cause nervewra=king sleepless nights, or haunt them in nightmares; but they don't care now. The Hermit has them in his power and he won' t release them until the story is told.
From all this one would naturally imagine that the Hermit is a terrible old man with long hair and a flowing beard who lives in a dark, dank cave from which he emerges only to tell his harrowing tales. The fact is that the Hermit or Klock Ryder as he is known to his friends (oh yes, he has friends) is a very pleasant gentleman who wouldn't think of harming even a flea. His grey-blue eyes twinkle brightly behind rimless glasses. His hair, far from being long, is cul in the prevailing masculine fashion, It is grayish and rather thin on top. However, he has the nose of the imaginary Hermit, long and aquiline. All this, together with his five feet, nine or ten inches of height, his brown business suit, and genial smile make him look more like an average American business man than a lonely old Hermit whose only occupation is telling ghost stories. His pleasant, low, soft voice, the result of many years of training, is soothing to ears used to the harsh tones of the average voice. A t this point it might be well to remind you that we are still describing the Hermit; believe it or not! For three years Mr. Ryder has been acting as the Hermit on this interesting program which has been on the air for six years. Charles Penman, who Is now in California, was the first Hermit. The Mummers, who act on the Hermit's Cave program, also put on "News Comes to Life." Besides that Mr. Ryder occasionally takes part in " The Green Hornet," "The Call of the Yukon," and "The Lone Ranger." (He is not THE Lone Ranger.) Before talcing up radio work,
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Mr. Ryder was on the stage, beginning in 190 1. He first came to Detroit acting in stock in 1918. The scripts for these popula r Sunday night broadcasts are written by Jerry Elliott, a w oman, and Erick Howlitt, who also directs. They are in charge of production for the entire program. The plays must fit exactly into the thirty minute period, for radio programs are timed to the second. One might suppose that such perfect timing would require long hours of practice; but. strange as ii may seem, the cast never sees the script until 7:30 of the Sunday they are to put ii on. The reason is simple: Other broadcasts or rehearsals of broadcasts are going on in the studio continuously ; there just isnl lime for them to rehearse at any earlier hour. Evidently this is no handicap, however. as shown by the perfect synchroniza tion of sound effects with action and the excellent acting of the cast. They never stumble over w ords or give the wrong inflections to their voices. Everything runs smoothly, apparently as the result o f much practice. Although, officially, the rehearsal begins al . 7:30, we w ere confidentially infor med by Mr. Ryder that they don't usually get started until eight o'clock unless the script is v ery difficult. They actually waste a half-hour of their precious time! No outsiders are allowed to be present at the rehearsal; but the waiting studio audience gels an idea of what is to come from the practice screams that can be heard echoing from the unknown region beyond the door marked PRIVATE. The outer studio or lobby where the audience impatiently awaits the hour of 10:30 is on the twenty-eighth floor in the golden lower of the Fisher Building. It is a long, low room with a thick glass partition al one end. The broadcasting studio is on the other side of that partition; but, at present. there are screens in front of it on the studio side which prevent us from seeing what is going on. Facing the partition, there are a few rows of seats for those wise enough to send for tickets in advance. The rest must stand until a few minutes before 10:30; then. if there are any seals left. anyone may take them. A t about 10:26 the screens are removed, the
remammg seats are filled, a nd a privileged few, we a mong them, are allowed to go in through the door marked PRIVATE, walk down a short hallway, turn to the right, and enter the stud io where the broadca st actually takes place. A row of chairs along one side of the room accommodates only twelve or fifteen people. Parallel to the row of choirs and only a few feet in front of them is a platform about ten feet long, four feet wide, and two feet high with a door at one end. The sound-el!ects man walks around on this platform and opens and closes the door whenever the action of the play calls for such sounds. Strewn here and there on the linoleumcovered floor and on the platform are several small rubber mats, a saw, a drill, and three or four blocks of wood. Evidently someone has been using the drill, for there are some wood sha vings on the floor also. A small. round microphone with a long handle is lying on one of the rubber mats. The big microphone is across the room from us. Near it is a queer looking contraption that appears to be a kind of megaphone fastened to two sticks about five and a ha lf feet from the floor. Behind tha t are the phonographs from which proceed mos! of the sound effects used on the program. There are three or four machines opera ted by a man wearing headphones. The script-writers a re not likely to think up a ny sounds that can't be reproduced by recordings for sta tion WJR has more than three thousand sound records. As most of the records have several sounds on them, those three thousand records represent an even larger number of sounds. It was 10:26 when we came into the studio, just four minutes to go; but no one seemed to pay any attention to the lime. Even now with less time, people are still wandering aimlessly about and everything seems to be in disorder. The organist, not satisfied with last week's performance, is experimenting with his music. He shouts at the man in the control room to ask if it sounds all right to him. He plays again and finds that something in the room is vibrating from the low notes. He holds a very low note while another man runs in from the control room and tries to find the vibration. First they
decide it's the light. Someone holds the light, but the vibration continues. No, it isn't the light; ii must be the window. He holds the window a nd the vibration stops. Finally, everything is fixed satisfactorily and he goes back to the control room. Meanwhile the announcer has opened the door to the outer lobby and is telling the audience that it must not laugh at the sound effects. They are separated from the studio only by the glass partition and as the program is based on suspense. laughing or talking picked up by the microphone would spoil the enjoyment of the radio audience. He then warns those who are in the broadcasting studio to be VERY quiet. There is not even a glass partition between them and the microphone. As he steps up to the mike a t 10.29½, we. notice tha t suddenly and quite unexpectedly everyone is in his place ready to begin. A few minutes ago we were sure they would never he ready in time. There are still a couple of seconds to go; so, as a final preparation, everyone coughs and clears his throat. Then a second of complete silence. The announcer is standing before the microphone with his eyes on the ma n in the control room. Finally he gives the signal and the announcer speaks, "The Carter Coal Co. presents ..." Another man, a member of the cast whose unusually deep voice adds just the right touch of mystery, finishes the sentence with, " . . . the Mummers in the Little Theater of the Air." After the appropriately weird organ music the announcer reads a brief commercial, and adds what we have been waiting for, "But now let's listen to the Hermit." At this the Hermit, who is standing about six feet away, begins to laugh that horrible laugh and walk up closer to the microphone. This is to give the effect of approaching from the distance. The howling dogs heard in the background are on a record of course. The Hermit's voice as he speaks into the microphone is so soft, hardly above a whisper in fact, that we in the studio, who hear his real voice not amplified by the loudspeaker of a radio, must listen closely in order to catch every word. WJ'len he has read his lines, he laughs again, backing away from th~ microphone at the same time to make his voice fade away. (Continued on Page 89) Pagt Forty-Fivt
Lost . .. Five Years of Life
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HE clear still darkness of the October night did not at /-an match the gloomy spirits of Mr. Armstrong. He was utterly discouraged. More than that, he was cold and hungry. It deeply hurl his pride lo be forced to sleep on a bench In tho park like a bum. He wasn't a bum, he told hlmsell fiercely. But even lo sleep on a park bench was better than lo be kepi awake by the incessant worry that pounded his mind and made him feel and appear older than his thirly•lwo years. The path he was following curved abruptly, and he found himself staring al the bock of another man who was slumped on a bench just in front of him. The man, who looked lo be about fllly-flve years old, was modestly but warmly dressed and obviously unaware of the presence of Mr. Armstrong, for he was lost in thought. Maybe he caught the shadow that Mr. Armstrong threw, or maybe his inner soil informed him that another human being was close by: lor he storied and then threw a quick look In the dlrecllon of the intruder. He settled bock more easily then, for Mr. Armstrong evidently did not appear to him lo be a worthless bum. II seemed only natural lo nod tJ greeting lo one another, for In this dark vastness there was a leellng of fellowship. Mr. Armstrong sol down beside the man and observed that he was bespectacled and had long white hair. His small mustache gave him a distinguished look, as did his pipe that he frequently knocked against the boards of the bench. His calm. steel-gray eyes revealed seriousness and wisdom, and yet there was a twinkle In thorn. From his solt fell hat lo his well-worn shoes, he was dressed no better and yet nc w·orae than the average. The two men drifted Into a conversallon that changed from the weather lo business conditions and from there to more pen10nal things. Before he knew II, Mr. Armstrong was telllng the stranger the story ol his life: how ho had been voted the "most likely lo succeed" when he graduated from Yale ten years a go; how he had boon well on his way lo 1ucce11 a few years later when It happened. In the bank where he wa s employed as a teller, a large sum of money was reported stolon. From all Indications, ii was a n Inside Job, In the trial another teller was about lo
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be convicted whe n suddenl y an eyewitness bearing the name ol Ben Ma rshall was produced. This wi tness testified against Mr. Armstrong a nd turned the tide by claiming that he hlmsell had seen Mr. Armstrong transfer bills lo his pocket and later lavishly spend money al a beer tavern several miles away. All of th is was a bsurd, Mr. Armstrong informed his interested liste ner. But he had been convicted and was given a live-year sentence. At the end of five years he was willing to start a ga in where he had left off, bu t he had been immediate ly rejected a l the bank where he had worked before. Everywhere he was refused, and everyone was suspi• clous of him, rega rding him as a bad character. He sh ifted lo many localilles: but a l each place he was asked for references, and he knew his chances of getting a job al tha t place were Josi. Al last he secured a labor job. but still his pa st loomed up lo keep him from promotion. Now, in h is second year of freedom, he s till had the same job. Mr. Armstrong sighed deeply, and then the thought occurred lo him tha t the stranger might bo bored. Ho changed the subject, "But enough of me . How about you? Surely you loo have a past." "Yes, and a none loo pleascml one." The s tranger knocked his pipe on the bench and looked at II seriously a s if some unpleasant incident was recalled lo his mind. "II wasn't so long ago," he said, "that I was out in the cold. I know what it ls to be discouraged and worried with the future so inse· cure. You know, I believe ii wasn't more than a law yaars ago that I was standing at the end of the breadline myself. How did I work my way up?" (This last was in re sponse to Mr. Armstrong's questioning look.) "Well, II lust happened. I really can't explain ii much belier than that. For days l had been tramping through the streets in search ol a job. One day I met an elderly gentleman, anc:1 we talked about business conditions. Several days later I had a position In a warehouse. Although I have nothing on which to base this idea, I have always boltovod that that old gentleman had much lo do with my gelling a job. I never saw him again, but then Chicago is a large city. (Continued on Page 94)
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Keeping Down with the Joneses IOW, radio is a wonderful thing. It has made possible
Va network of communication for lhe entire world thal
ts truly marvelous. When Man conquered electricity, that, too, was an achievement of pure goodness-before some• one thought of the electric chair.
It Is my unhappy mission to record the foci that radio has reached, or Is rapidly approaching, a condition In which It will rival Iha supreme lngenuily of the mediaeval torture chamber. Various methods of Imposing this re• fined torment upon the long-suflering public are doily multiplying, but none hos yel been Invented which can even approach In Its cruel dexterity lhe unceasing and relentless Influx of RADIO SERIALS. The parade begins al nlno o'clock In the morning or earlier w!lh Intimate glimpses lnlo lhe privole Jives of the GREENBERGS, lhe O'REILUES, THE SOUL OF A WAITRESS, AMO.IA PUDDINGBOITOM'S LOVERS, and in• numerable others whose names are loo filled wilh painful recollections for me lo recall. This group Is distinguished by, (I) the predominance of women In the sketches; (2) lhe Inane qual!ty of lhe advertising; (3) lhe lype of adverliser; and (4) the moronic way In which scrlp,wrllers hurry their amazing chara cters from one emotional crisis to anolher. Lei us discuss lhese qualities In the order In which they occur. Firs! there Is lhe obvious way In which lhe programs coler to the Imaginations of horrossed housewlve~.
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Throughout the length and breadth of !his lair land, millions of women become, in regular lifleen-minute periods. Sarah Greenberg, as she proceeds lo untangle the worries of everyone In the community; Mrs. O'Reilly, who Is engaged simultaneously in raising a family, solving lhe mystery of her lost inheritance, and successfully striking terror Into the hearts of the toughest criminals in town, oil of whom she conveniently dlspalches to the hoosegow before the advertisers close their offer of sending free, lo every listener, a replica of lhe self-some hairpin wilh which Mrs. O'Reilly picked the lock of the criminals' hideout, for only len cen ts and one tin cover from the brand of shoe polish which tho lady endorses. Then, without further loss ol lime. she and Mrs. Brewster (ol the HAPPY BREWSTERS), slew over the problem of finding employment for Mr. Brewster, who has lost his iob as mayor because he reh{_sed lo allow 1he politico! boss of the city to moke love to h is lair and charming daughter. This, in general. dispose s of the malronly kind ol heroines. During lhe next lew hours Mrs. Housewife is besieged from all sides, in lhe allernale roles of Christine Canteloupe (of THE SOUL OF A WAITRESS), Amelio Puddlngbollom, and Mary Kennedy, with amorous speeches from the innumer• able love-Interests in the loves of lhese w omen. 01 course, in such a condensed analysis os this ii Is impossible to mention anything but a very few of the exploits which the daring dames of the drama undertake.
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Loi us, lhon, poss on lo anolhor polnl-lhal ol adver• Using. A discorning lisloner wlll immedialely perceivo 1h01 lhe programs again fall lnlo two dlslincl classes: lhot of matrons and lhat of glamour.qirls. Tho matrons are permanon1ly and undeniably associaled wilh various brands ol household cleansers and laundry soaps. On the 01hor hand, no one w!lh so sensilivo a creative spirit as a slud10 scripl-wrilor could possibly assoclale lhe name of lho beautllul Mary Kennedy or Amoha Puddingbollom wilh anything less lhan a brand of face-powder or complexion soap-or possibly tho now, quickor-lhan-evcr, lavender• scenled LOVE-BIRD FLAKES, wllhoul lhe uso of which on her undies no girl can ever hope lo allaln popularily. And, as was intimated in lho last paragraph, no adver tising campaign 1s complele wl1houl a "free offer" of a "Why-I-Like-LOVE-BIRD FLAKES" conies!. Bui now wo must leave lhls fascinaling group of heroines, lesl we be lempled lo forget a smaller bu1 even more dynamic period of broadcasling which runs from about four o'clock unlJI olght m the evening. These four hours are absorbed by programs which cater to "Wee Sue and Tiny Tom." Tho heroes and heroines of lheso hair-raising lhrlllers fall inlo four difforonl calegories and invariably into lhe hands ol thieves, spies, cul-lhroals, and inlernat!onal con spirators. The four categories are: (1) Delecllves; (2) Cow boys; (3) Aviators; (4) Child heroes. Such programs assume many of lhe characteristics of the harrassed housewife variely. But they may bo easily distingu1shod from other varieties by the ra1hor unusual melhods of introduction
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Prescription for Beauty Now lhal spring has Josi her shyness, now Iha! the fashion dictalors sanclion all the riotous colors of on old-fashioned flower garden, how about putting your best foot forward
to tie your hot on with a l ong slreomer is dellnltely THE thing. Look like a lady from an English manor In a Dobbs slyle hot done In a lovely paslel fell or suede. Or Jusl dig
In a new burst of glory?
a hot oul of Grandma's lrunk, and you' ll lead lhe parade.
You'll walk on air again this season in those very smart platform soles. Especially the ones with brass studs along
The modern definition of a blouse Is an over-garment so lhin 1h01 y our lingerie shows lhrough. And see that you don' I forget il 1 !l's quite a ll righl lo fling your inhibilions
the sole. Don"t forge! that lacy openwork in your pumps and sandals is o must-hove. Be very sure to see the smart Dutch ··windmills'" (wooden shoes to you) and as a final toueh, wear bright red shoes with a block and while oullil.
lo the winds when you buy blouses. Go wild! Gel any color, any slyle-, and you'll still be wilhin bounds. Linger ie
When you buy your new hot, oil your penl•UP longings
a white ,batisle blouse with tiny handsewn lucks, or the same lhing with a huge ruffled Jabot.
touches on the blouses are mosl demure and smart. Wear
for crazy clothes con run rampant at Josi! There's no llmll lo whol you con do in 1he millinery line. Straws ore, ol
Under your pleated skirls and doinly blouses. wear an
course. extremely popular. But SUCH straws as you've
old-fashioned camisole and a ba1iste pellicoal. Let lhe pellicoal peep from under your skirts and sweetest frocks.
never seen! They sil atop your curls at unheard of angles; al angles that defy all the Jaws of equilibrium. They resemble s1ove pipes, pie tins, what-hove-you. A favorite
If you wanl to be v ery N ' Yawkish, wear pantaloons thal boosl a ruffle peeking out and lry a buslle an your newest formal.
style of hat ls a bunch of flowers, a nel snood. and a wisp of veil. A perky sailor lopped by a brilllanl hued wimple Is enough to sel any dole on his ear. f'ashion deerees Iha!
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Prescription for Beauty wear ii smartly up or down or up AND down. All that Paris says Is, "Oil lhe ears."
pendulum has swung the other way, a nd now you just HAVE to look as radiantly young as possible.
By the way, be diflerent when you wear flowers. Try a necklace ol bachelor's buttons or a single gladiola about your wrist. Even wear a lone Iliac bloom In your hair.
Want to be a glamorous lady? It's not very hard now. Just trot down and get a candy-striped pleated skirt and a pastel chlilon blouse, dressmaker style, a nd you're all set. A gypsy prophesied that these formals would be tops !or a long time. So get one now and prove that you can take a hint. Another snazzy formal Is a very plain, lullskirted tulle dress with a lilted, quilted jacket.
You can be dillerent and use a dark blue wicker basket Instead ol a handbag, but TRY to wangle a huge "chunky bag" out of Pator. Suits are lhe cutest things! Little-girl fashions are centered particularly about them. Be your bewitchingest in a pleated skirt and childish dressmaker jacket and remember that the newest gadget Irick is to suspend a jeweled ornament from the shoulder ol your suit via a matching cord. Out-do little sister when it comes to looking demure! Wear a trim roeler coat in some lovely pastel and even the flowers w!II hide their heads in shame. No fooling, though, the reelers make a big hit with the fellows. The
Be smart and revert to the colors that you wore long, long ago. Baby pink and blue and every other ice cream color you can think ol. You'll be cute as a button In a citron blouse, a japonica hat, in marigold yellow, cosmetic blue, amara nth purple, or the annual favorite, navy blue.
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Ain't Love Grand? anything wrong with them. Well, you are supposed lo learn something new every day. "Val doesn't like to see women wearing bright na il polish or lipstick: so I hove been wearing natural shade polish and very light lipstick. I know you won' t believe me when I say that I have given up smoking for good. Now. do you believe that I am in love? "I om o member of the Chi sorority, you know, and lost week was elected historian a nd installed at a very formal meeting. f wish you could hove seen me. I was simply beouliful. "I would ask you lo come up and spend a week-end with me, but you wouldn't have a good lime 'cause you'd have lo slay al the House as I couldn't gel you a date. It wouldn't be right lo Val. l g uess you understand. "Don' t you think this swing music is a disgrace lo the younger gen~ralion' I would rather hear a symphony or band concert any day than go lo some stuffy dance where the kids carry on as lhey do with a ll of th is jitterbug nonsense. Of course, I don't expect you lo unde rstand. You have never been in love or lo college. "Weil. it is lime for me lo meet Vol for lea. Yes. I said lea, and l mean just that. Whal Val has taught me about cocktails has put mo off the vile things for Hie. " Your very truly and reformed friend, Kate"
"I have so much to toll you I simply don't know where lo begin. Perhaps I should begin al the middle and work out, as the dean of women suggested for cleaning our room. "First, I passed my exams, and so I have not been sent home. You remember that nice boy I wrote you about. the ono with the darling coupe. He isn't so nice alter all. He was expelled last week; so I gave him bock his pin. I was awfully broken up about It, bul everyone has been so understanding and has tried to cheer me up. "Tools, I'm really In love. Not, not puppy love, but LOVE. ii Is simply marvelous. OJ course, he hasn' t said anything ye!; but I know he loves me, too." (Here Toots stopped lo laugh, and with· her sister, who had become very Interested In the letter, she began to counl how many other times she had heard that same phrase. "About a s early as I can remember, she has been 'really In love.' Thoro wa s Carl, Ben, Dick, George, and Fred, all las! summer. And now- or rather- again, she Is 'really in love.'")
Tools continued to read. "Val is studying to be a bugologist, and I think It simply divine the way they are giving all the !!tile bugs doctor's care, loo, don't you? Though I never knew that bugs had
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Week-End Romance ONDA Y morning
orrivo at school bright and
early for 1hot inspiring bull session which usually tokes place beforo classes s1ar1. As I slroll down the hall, I see my friend coming my way. I blur! oul: "Hello.
wo approach Iho blggosl thing In my lifo, my hoort and knees olmosl pul tho kibosh on it. "The low. mellow voice with which she od:nowlcdQes 1he Introduction only convinces me lurlher that she Is IT.
slickor." My friend does nol answer. and as I draw closer I nolice thol he seems to bo miles away. I purposely bump lnlo him ond inform him that ho is prolty proud, not oven spooking 10 me. his best friend.
" We talk for o while and then I get up enough courago 10 ask hor to dance. Whon she replies with, Td love to.' my world puffs up like o balloon.
Scorning to come out of lho doze, ho qrools me wilh, "Hello. boy. how's 1he old kid? Boy . do I fool grool. Como
"When I finally become aworo that somebody is topping on my shouldor, I know I have spenl tho most wonderful lwo minutes of my !Ue.
on over by my locl:or. Havo I got something to tell youl" He begins wllh, "You know I went to tho dance Saturday mgh1. c!on't you? Well. I'm dancing along when over tho shoulder of tho girl I'm dancing wilh, I soo lhc most bocruhlul h:lle 10b I've ever laid my eyes on She is dancing with Tom. Now, Tom and I don't hit 11 off so well, but I
"We sit down and chat through in1ermlssion. I work around to asking her for a dale, and she accepts. Wo are going 10 lhe show 1omorrow night. Boy, wall 1111 you sco hor• . . . Well. I'll hovo to get to my first hour class although I know oil I w!II think about is that girl. So long."
I sec Tom at in1ermisslon
A week passes and once again I moot my friend Mon-
and ask him ovor in lhc corner for a minulc. Aller lho
day morning. He still has lhot dazod look in his oyes,
righl sorl of o build-up for a guy like Tom, we get around
and I ask him if he is sllll go-go over the babe he met o l the dance.
simply musl moot that girl.
to my main purpose, lhc boouliful babe In the black dross. I casually osk him who sho is. where sho Is from, and all lho rest. Ho figures oul lhal I'm a lltlle bit inleresled In
"Oh. her," ho replies. "I dropped her long ago. But sit down here for a minute."
her; so he lakes thol woll-known superior ottilude, ond
We do, and he begins. "You should soo tho iob I met ot
I know lhat I will have to pul on lhc old coax 11 I wonl to be introduced to hor.
a party Friday nigh!. Hos sho got the glimmers!" A nd so on llll we leave for class.
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A Dream on Ice HENIE. sparkling, brown-eyed. blond -queen of the ice, greeted us with a hearty hand clasp and a cheery smile when we entered her dressing room at the Olympia Stadium. The lovely skating star, endowed with all the poise and beauty of a ballerina is as gracious oil the screen as on. Adept not only a l skating, Miss Henie also excels in horseback riding, swimming, dancing, and tennis. (She ranked as number 3 player of Norway in 1936). Recently, she hos shown her ability as an actress in her pictures, "One in a Million," "Thin Ice," "Happy Landing, and "My Lucky Star." With the echoing applause from her last encore before the intermission, ringing in our 9ars, we rushed "back stage" to speak with the incomparable Sonja Henie. Our hurried footsteps were halted by a gateman who wonted to see if we had proper credentials. Having duly reassured him, we hurried to Miss Henie's dressing room, only to find that there was quite a little wailing to do, as she was dressing for her next act. Our impatient wailing and steadily increasing nervousness were calmed by the members of the cast. They were all very young, friendly, and easy to talk to. Some were silting on trunks, laughing happily and singing; others were busy eating peanuts and popcorn, and still others were running about on their skates. With much concern for the success of our interview, two very charming skaters assured us there was nothing to worry about as Miss Henie was very easy to talk to and was friendly to everyone. It was evident from our conversation with them, that Sonia Henie is very popular with her troupe. Despite the kind words and advice we received, the waiting was beginning to tell on our nerves. Our anticipation was growing steadily, and our slight glimpse of the lovely skating star through the opening of her door, and the sound of her voice only added to our expectations. The door opened and the first lady of the ice slowly rose and came forward with her famous smile to greet her admiring public, ourselves included. Her costume was lovely. It was ice-blue net with sequin designs on the
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frothy skirt. She wore a sparkling crown on her curly blond tresses. She was dressed for her next number, "Liebestraum," which she was to· do as a solo. Quite a crowd ha d gathered while we had been wailing. It included autograph seekers and photographers. However, we were the first to be introduced. She shook hands with us, and upon learning our mission, assured us tha t s he would be g lad lo answer any questions tha t she could. "I first started to skate when I wa s eight," began Miss Henie, "and ha ve been skating . ,, ever smce. "Did you have any idea that s kating would later be your career?" we asked. "Not at that time." "In which one of your four moving p ictures did you most enioy working?" was our next question. "I liked them all," she answered, flashing a brilliant smile and looking at u s with her twinkling brown eyes. In her dee p, melodious voice, she told us that she liked skating in the movies every bit as much as she does skating during her coast-tocoast tours. "Do I prefer skating to classical or to popular music? Oh, it makes no difference. I enioy them both." "What do you think of the candid camera fiends and autograph seekers who certainly must annoy you?" was our next question." "Oh, they don't bother me at all," she smiled, "I don't mind them one bit, and I rather like to give my autograph, too." To prove this statement, she took our programs and wrote her name for us. The maid's constant fussing with the frills on the star's lovely costume distracted Miss Henie's attention and made it necessary for us to repeal our final question. "I would like you to say that I like Detroit very much," she replied. Realizing that our time was drawing to a close, we thanked the obliging star and told her how much we were enjoying her show. Our interview over, we hurried back to our seats in order not to miss one moment of her beautiful performance.
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Home Again ~ OCfOR OLDFATHER unplnched his spectacles as a ~ customary indication of class dismissal. But today was dlllerent; today was the final session of Political Science, course G-101. Julie slammed her text shut wondering how she would ever apply the history of social sciences to her work as a MODISTE. She quickly dismissed these thoughts as she pushed past her fellow students hurriedly. Dashing past the library . . . around Center Hall . . . down hill a way .. . stopping just long enough to refuse an impromptu "coc" date . . . then two steps at a time a t the "dorm," she llnally reached her room. On hands and knees she produced a small piece of luggage, well-labeled with college pennants, into which she began at once to throw blls of scanties and other "last minutes." SHE WAS GOING HOME . . . back to Grlxville . . . back to HlMI Julio whipped off her "snap-brim" and settled back on the grey plush seal. She was glad she had not waited a day as had her roommate, Marnie. She was glad she was on the train that was scheduled lo arrive at Grixville at midnight. Tomorrow she would awaken In her own room . . . without the aid of a firing alarm clock. Tomor• row she would be on her own routine. Grixville was so far .. . yet she hadn't remembered even considering the distance when she thumbed through countless college
cata logues last spring. As a matter ol fact, ha dn't ::he decided DEFINITELY to leavo Grlxville " in the dust?" Julio remembered well her doparture last fall . .. how the gang hod really bidden her fa rewell .. . strained voices . .. compact blls ol a dvico . . . a corsage . . . the !rain's whistle .. . Did the ga ng st!ll ha ve hooligan hayrides, s teak roasts, record dances? But, ol course they still had their "doin'sl " Didn't Lisbeth's last lotter ha ve all the earmarks of e xtra fun on hand? Hadn't the last GR!XVILLE G AZETrE re• ported the news ol the Graduation Dance? And hadn' t her favorite correspondent written that tho town was lacking in her absence . . . that things just didn't seem to beat triple lime without her? He'd be a t the stal!on to meet her . . . Julie was certain of II. He'd be glad lo see her. l t had been so long. Would the train never pull in a t Grlxville? Would the tiny gold hands ol her watch never touch midnight? She wondered ii the woman opposite was as an xious as she. Her book was loo uncertain with the !ra in's pace to read any longer. She hod a lready eaten her lost gumdrop . . . anyhow . 11 was too la te now. The conductor was shouting Grix• ville! She was home ENflN! He was there. She knew he would be there. Julie's father had never let her down. - Ruth Ande rson
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Meet Joe Blink, Student
IIIIAy I present to you Joe Blink? Joe losses
_,/ /I' [ · a hasty "pleezedtomeetcha" over his shoulder and hurries up the steps. While we follow him, let me explain that Joe is seven and a half minutes late for school. On the whole, Joe is a prompt young man, proud of his ability to get places on time. Every morning for eleven years he has arisen promptly at twenty-six minutes after seven o'clock. By 7:47 he has washed, dressed, and ls eating his breakfas!. He has departed for school precisely at 8:06. On this fateful morning, however, something had snapped in Joey's mind. All set to get up, he had paused. An inner voice was whispering fiendishly, "Why don't you be late for once? Stay in bed!" Yes, Joe thought, why not? Rebellion surged. His better self struggled, pleaded, but in vain. And so there he had lain. After a short time he had arisen and eventually left for school. But as he neared the building, his self-confidence had faded. He recalled strange tales of the tortures inflicted on those tardy. It Is now, as he is becoming worried, that we meet him. Let us breeze in the door Joe has left open. We find him at a dead halt at the foot of the stairs. Courage has failed the poor boy. He wonders whether to go on and be called a fool, or to turn back and be called a coward. But Character rears her shining head. Gulping a last deep breath, he mounts the stairs and proceeds to The Place. "I am la1e," he informs the Individual behind the desk, who does not act the least enlightened upon receiving the information. "Any GOOD reason-(this from the Indivldual>-Cyclone? Fire? Death? Tuberculosis? Bubonic plague?" "N-n-no," returns Joe, icy-fingered Fear grasping the pit of his stomach. "J-i-iust late." "Ahal" glowers the Individual. "Then thirty minutes after school. Here is the slip that will entitle you to enter class. Now-GOI I" At this, the Individual thrusts out the right hand in a Never-darlcen-m'-door-again gesture and Joe
cowers away. Depositing his coat and hat in a locker, Joe now drags his leaden feet to class. He opens Page Seventy-Six
the door and slinks furtively in. Forty pairs of eyes glance quickly up. There is a horrible gasp, followed by a deep, heavy silence. The teacher in charge breaks off in the middle of a syllable and directs a stare full a t him. Only the distant howl of a train-whistle is audible as Joe presents the slip upon the desk and takes his seat, there to weep silently as the teacher picks up her broken syllable and continues the sentence. The commiseration of his classmates offers little comfort to the broken creature . The minutes drag out their sixty lifetimes. Then a bell puts an end lo the ordeal. The horrible transgression of school regulations is not remembered in the second period and Joe Blink once more becomes a free soul in the Democracy. Joe's second hour is what is iokingly known as a Study Period, (hal ha!) and so ... Joe enters and presents himself for inspection. The Commander-in-Chief and the General Staff glance him up and down, count his teeth lo see that they are all there, and stamp an official OK in red ink on his forehead. Joe advances and seals himself in a fiendish contraption similar to a straight-Jacket which holds his body rigid with the head in a correct position for study. It is impossible to look at the clock, but useless anyway, as it is stopped and covered with a black shroud. After listening to a sixty-second pep talk by the Commanderin-Chief on "How to Accomplish Something in Study Hall," Joe enthusiastically turns his mind to concentrate on nothing In particular. The third hour, Activity Period, or "Gem in the Student's Day", inevitably arrives, bringing with it a bundle of joy and relaxation. Gaily, Joe hurries to his homeroom to spend the better part of the hour discussing the wonder!ul benefits of such a program. and the remainder of the period filling out the daily-check-up sheet. the purpose of which is herein defined: "To know what the student thinks, eats, says, believes. and does during the day and night, and To Enable the Faculty to become Closer to Him than His Underwear." The sheet asks for something like the follow(Continued on Page 88)
Variations on a Theme by Longfellow Betw een the dough a nd the doughnut When the butter's beginning lo sputter Comes o pause in the day's occ_upotions
"The Tow11 Thal Time Forgot"
When the phone begins to mutter. Between tho stomp a nd the envelope Where you lick with all your might
11 is not so m,uh thdl tht rolllns hills li/1 you up so hish tbllJ )'ou m111 fool,; /,ir ovn town .nd cou11t,y. II is nol t 1J(tn Ibo setmin1l1 111nnier ,u,,sbine, lhe fr••• 1rvu1 ,,;,, o, lhc <harm o/ 1n,1,hd old f,uil 1ru1 wilh th•ir promi1t 1 of b/011oming slo">', lhdl ;, drdWin1 so mo11y norvlld11ys lo Fr1111klin Vi/1111•- Tbt uri• thlll non, may tum from is mo•• 1ht h,111n1in& ,ptll of b11011t d•y• tb11t hug, /ortver over lhi1 111,py u11llcy,
Comes o taste so gosh-owlul nasty That it spoils your a ppetite. Between the ache a nd the dentist When each minute seems like ten Comes the dreadful anticipation,
llnc do:c, a U11t, white vill•i• untou<htd by th• dr11b h111uJ of city ,,,,,,,.,., a 111/ing /or hom11 that rteo/11 th• don when homes u,n , homts indtfd . • • Fr11nklin Vi/lag, . . . "The Town Tblll Time Fo,101."
Much worse than the second of pofn. Between tho red and the g reen When the car is rarin' lo go Comes the signal lo get set, gel ready !
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Hooligans UT madame, these hats don't do anything for anyone," objected the salesgirl as she put one of the floppy-brimmed hooligans back in the drawer. And so mother and I picked up the strawberry colored gloves and shoes to poke them madly at the tiers of hats, looking for just one that matched. I had never taken so much interest in women's hats before. Being so tall, I usually overlook them or else take them for a lesser evil. But now that I was helping mother pick her Easler ensemble, all I saw was hats. Hats . . . sailors, scuttles, posies, pillboxes, runabouts, fedoras, birds, feathers, veils, ribbons; everything from "Granny's going-lo-meeling" and "Barnyard Bonnet" to "Smarty" and "Tomorrow's Maiden." And we passed through them all. But then we saw IT, a real CHAPEAU. A little cyclamen-colored hooligan, with a ring of
pale-blue peta ls around the crown. set off with a veil; tha t is, smothe red by a light blue veil drawn up lo the top with a scooping e ffect, and there, a fastidiously huge bow in the back with the e nds just drifting out. The whole thing, small as it was, set over mother's e ye like a ma id's cap and the ends of the ve ils s tuck out like a rudder. "We ll, you look as well as anyone in it," said the salesgirl encouragingly. " You know, they all look funny the fi rst time you put them on. And you shouldn't feel self-conscious in that. They're all extreme this year, and some are a lot more extreme than that one. Why, the other da y I saw a lady with a hat made of five hooligans, one on top of another. She had five, and I have trouble selling you one." After trying on a few more kinds, mother took it. As the girl ushered us to the door, she said, "So if you're ever feeling blue, why just put on your hat and gel a good laugh." Bill Seligmann
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These Poor Suckers
Dawn to Dusk
OW'S he acting now?" asked Joe in a husky voice. "Shut up. you fool." snapped his companion. "Want him to hear you? This trap is a honey. He can't help fa lling into it. Look! Ho's coming nearer." The two men remained breathless for several minutes. Beads of perspiration broke out on Joe's forehead. He w asn't used to iobs like this, and ii was getting him. "Can you beat lhall" exclaimed Bill. "That fellow isn' t easily fooled .
He's turning back.
Wait.
He's slopped.
Get Iha! rod ready, Joe. Here he comes. No, he's hesitating again. What' s the molter with him? I told the boss that I wasn't coming back till I gol him. I'll slick if ii takes all night. Too many guys have been out to gel him. Tho set-up looks good lo him, but he's scared.'' "Look, B!ll," said Joe, pointing al their victim.
"He's
going to do it. He's falling Into our trap." The suspense was killing as the men wa tched him advanco. Soon he was within arm's reach. One slip, and he would be gone. Statue-like, they awaited him. "Now we've got you," yelled Bill.
" Now try and gel
away. Drag him in Joe. Oh. boy! He finally bit! Who said wo couldn't catch that bass?" -Elizabeth Lynd
711ou
don't KNOW me. You hove seen me a hundred
:imes. and again, you have not seen me onco, for I om that person you pass on the street. I ride with you on the buses. I am the old man who took your arm crossing a street. Bui then, I might be the child who looked so plaintively in the pastry shop window. I am the unnoticed. shilling. ever-changing crowd In the street. Doy alter day I fill the canyons between the manmade clilfs on ellher side. In lhe unawakened hours of the morning, one can see for leagues along the street. But later when the people of the city awaken and fill the shops and avenues, one won't see farther than a step or two ahead. and you must hold tightly lo your packages lest they be dropped and swept far out of reach. I om spurred on, furiously, fonolically, never slopping, never reaching a place lo rest. always mixing. always multiplying until mid-day when all is quiet for the moment. Then in a flurry doors are flung open, and the multitude merges into one again, swallowing the last morsel. and universally wiping the taste from ils lips. Wilh a new vitality. I surge over street and avenue, road, turnpike, and highway, on ward, onward. but never attaining that long-wanted rest until near dusk when a few leave mo one al a time. Then, little by litile, I dwindle until I hove wasted away Into nothing, and I must wail for the sun to bring me together once more on the morrow. - Ward Cruickshank
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Wha t was that?
I t sounded like a hundred cowbells
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N HOLLAND many, many years ago o certain Dutchman, Hons von Handel, sol by his windmill and thought. That was an uncommon thing lor Hons to do.
He often sat, because leather cost so much thal he
could not allord shoes and his stockings were always wearing out. Bui, to think! Hons was astoni shed at his
doors. No one nol!ced Hans as the crow d flowed by, and he soon forgot the dam as ho l ooked al all the people. Many of them wore their hair as he did, but lhey had skirts on and very short skirts, too. The others had their heads almost shoved, a nd all al them carried books, piles and piles of books.
own intelligence. He hod been thinking ever since Katrinka, his wife, hod worn out his lost pair of socks turning the cows out lo posture.
More cow bells, and suddenly,
there was no one in
Walt, what did he hear?
"Clack, clack, clack.''
sight.
There, coming down the hall toward him, was one of those persons w ith hair like his. On her feel was a pair
" Somehow.'' he mused, "I must see that Katy hos new shoes, but how? I hove no leather to use and not one cow to trade."
of wooden shoes. " Hans, Hans. woke up."
Ka trinka was shaking him.
Hans looked around. Yes, ii must have been a dream.
finally, ht' rose with a start and found himsell in the queerest of buildings. It was large and full of rooms.
a nignlmare, rather. A place like lhal could not possibly exist. But the wooden shoes
Everywhere he lool:ed, he sow closed gloss doors. There
All lhe night he worked; and the next morning whon
was a stairway. not at all like the ladder at home in the
Katrinka drove lhe cows down the hard dirt r oad, her
mill.
new shoes went CLOP, CLOP. CLOP, raising the dusr and
He went up and found another hall with more gloss doors and rows and row s of toll green boxes. Hans tried
saving Hans' socks.
From that day on, wooden shoes
have been the mos t popular footwear In Holland.
to enter one of the rooms, but the door would not open.
-Lucille Wayman
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Shopping with Mother /
HE prime torture that the Fates have for me Is when /-my mother says, "Bill. come on downtown and do a little shopping wilh me." Something hot starts in my stomach and travels slowly up until ii reaches my ears. I usually retort that the fellows wont me to do something, knowing all the time that ii wlll do absolutely no good. Finally "downtown" is reached, and we park the car and walk toward our destination. The procedure Is something like this: "Oh, Bill, look at that darling little dress)" "Which one?" "Why, that li11le blue one in the bock of the window." And I. seeing about fourteen "little blue ones," mutter, "Oh, yeah." "You know. I think I'll get that ... Oh, Bill, look a t that onel That's JUST what I have been lookJng for. Do you think I would look all right In It?" "UmmmHmmm." To myself, I add, "I hope I'm looking at the one she's talking about." "What did you say?" "I said that you would look nice in it." "I thinlc I'll come down Monday a nd get that dress." I !ind ll best to humor her. This window-shopping Is a lesson in psychology, n o matter how you look at II. " Bill, look at that beautiful little gate-legged table) Wouldn't that look just right in our living-room?" "Yeah."
Aller many similar stops to look at everything from plants to gas-ranges, we enter a large department store. "I wonder where lhe ladies' underwear Is? We have to get a slip for Grandma. Her birthday Is next week." A sickening feeling plunges to the bottom of my stomach. I have been hauled Into ladies' underwear before! We go up In the crowded elevator and reach that haven of the weaker se'X, where no male dare tread, Ladles' Underwear. Mother forges ahead wllh me trailing in her wake. She finally locates the right counter. When she starts talking to the clerk, I gel one of ihose soul-searing looks from all the remaining saleswomen In the vicinity. I can feel my neck getllng red and hot, and I move off, only to be stopped by, "Don't go away, Bill. I won't be long." So I stand rooted to the spot. All I can see ls MOUNDS of pink satin "sotnethings." I shift my eyes lo the celling to protect lhem from the sight of tea rose "whal-do-yau-call, 'ems" and glaring saleswomen. I feel that ceilings are Iha best part of a store, plain and Impersonal. After what seems a century, I hear those happy words, "Lei's go now, Bill." At this stage of Iha game I don't care whether we go home or not. I feel as If I were walking on my shin-bones anyway. I don't know how Mother feels, hut I would give my right arm for a choir to park in. Now I know wha t women mean when they say, "WHAT A DAYIII" · - Bill Holmes
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ONONE of the halls of Baldwin High School, ~!most opposite the entrance of the gymnasium, hangs a large picture of a good-looking young man. This portrait is the only one which adorns that wall. It would be interesting to know how many of the throngs of boys and girls who daily pass by it know who he is or why he is given this place of honor. Those who are curious may read the following inscription: "Presented by Class of 1928 In Memory of Harry J. Brooks An Honored Alumnus, Class of 1921" Not many years ago Harry Brooks trod these halls, sat in these seats, and studied in these same rooms. How surprised his fellow students would have been if they could have lifted the veil of the future for a moment and learned that in a few short years this boy would be a distinguished hero. His rise in aviation, his chosen field, was meteoric. Then one night the headlines of the papers over the entire nation carried the news
that Brooks, the daring young pilot, was lost over the Atlantic Ocean. He had been flying alone to Florida in a small experimental plane of the Ford Motor Company. The next headlines told the tragic tale of the wreckage of his plane drifting in to shore. The funeral services must have been most impressive. A squadron of planes scattered flowers over the waves of the Atlantic Ocean which was his burial place. Many distinguished people attended, including Mr. and Mrs. Henry Ford. Our hero, for a short lime, was a national hero because he had given his life in the development of the great aviation industry. Phyllis Walls
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along the street in a tight, black lur coat, ~olklng with a swaying gall. long eyelashes, pointed nails painted In the latest shad&-blacl::. No hat. Her block hair flowing gracelully down over her shoulders. The cause of much comment, and a whistle or two !ell upon her eon. She ignored them with much poise and kept on swaying down the street-Washington Boulevard. She &topped at the curb, waiting for the light to change. It seemed as though II would never change green for her. She stepped out In the Detroit tra llic, gliding between cars. buses, tans. A fresh young man whistled. Women pointed. Children with eyes wide open stared In awe. She made the curb In safety and waited for a ride.
A yellow sedan cruised along to the curb and stopped. The door opened. A young man spoke, offering her a ride. She ju111ped In and sat down quite close to him. Then, for no reason a t all, she reached up and planted a kiss right on his lips. His collar burned. The cm swerved. She sat back quietly, looking happy. She wetted her lips with her tongue and remained still for a minute. Then she felt a maacullne arm around her. She looked up dreamily Into his eyes and smiled, !or SHE knew that when he got HER home he would give her all the old bones and old shoes she wanted. She barked triumphantly, and jumped into the back seat, wagging her pretty black tail behind her.
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The crowd jumps and screams, as the gun crocks
to end the game In a 39.39 tie. It is the lost game of the basketball season, and the celling Is ringing with the cheers ol the delirious crowd which watches this battle ol two well-matched teams, Birmingham and Plymouth. The referee yells, "Three minutes e xtra time!" The suspense grows. The teams walk about in a tense frenzy during the time out.
Each team is crazy to win.
The players ore hot and tired and winded, but the y MUST keep on lighting. The spectators plead !or a basket. The cheer leaders lead the old "Fight, llghtl" The band plays, the mob is mad with suspense. The whistle blows. The jump!
It's Birmingham's ball.
It changes hands. There goes a be,ou-tilul long shot Into the Birmingham basket. The room rocks with cheers. It's Plymouth's ball. The crowd chews its nails. The team dashes to the other end of the floor. The players ore wild. They try.
They miss.
They try again.
side shot. The gun ends the game!
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Susan (Continued from Page 35) the evening w ith a pleasant cha t and a soda a t a drugstore. Susan jumped into her welcome bed before midnight. She was thankful for a satisfying evening and not too sorry that she would hear her a larm clock at seven the next morning.
• • • Susan awoke as the first rays of sun found their way into her room with difficulty. She surveyed the shabby walls of the place with favor. Susan had been born in a still more shabby ienement room which had housed five people even before her advent. Now these five people were dead, and she was completely alone in the world. She missed them, but it did seem rather pleasant to have a room for herself regardless of the fact that she had no idea how she would pay for it. She picked up her dress, which was sorely in need of renovation, and put it on as she had for countless days before this one. However, (Continued on Page 90)
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THE BIRMINGHAM HARDWARE L J. SLUSSER, Proprietor
Bicycle Repairing and Sporting Goods Telephone 200
a. We don't try to SELL you a suit what have you!
or
b. As your "PURCHASING AGENT" we help you buy your clothes.
Birmingham, Mich.
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Congratulaliom to the Class of 1939
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(Continued from Page 76) ing: "Name, address, telephone number. How many parents have you? If more than TWO, explain. Is your father a man? If not, explain phenomenon. Did you sleep well last night? Give complete description of all blemishes. scars, and birthmarks on and off your body. Do you like school? (After this is one square with the word NO already printed in.) What is your favorite subject? ... It isl! Well, for goodness sake!" And so on, AD INFINITUM! Fourth hour drags out painfully for Joe. The gnawing at his vitals caused by hunger almost drives him insane. Saved is he, however, by the noon bell, and madly he dashes to the McBride Salle A Manger to hastily gobble a repast. Returning for the second half of the battle between Joey, who doesn't want to, and the faculty, who demand that he do, we find Joe in the fifth hour, comfortably asleep, digesting his lunch. Thus, we may pass over it. Sixth hour is merely the repetition of the
second hour study hall. However, at last Joey has found the secret of appearing to study while he is not-an accomplishment which all good students eventually achieve. We mention the seventh hour only because it is the longest in Joey's day. Thoughts of freedom which lies only a few minutes away, torture his mind. The triumphant surge in his breast as the Final Bell rings, is suddenly dampened by the horrible realization that thirty minutes hath he yet to serve. Happiness, yea Bliss itself, flees from his heart as on wings of the morning. But bravely he presents himself for punishment. The Eternal Hope that surges gives him to think fire might destroy the building. No luck. Once inside the Detention Room, the great multitudes that are to suffer with him hearten Joe. As his fingerprints are taken, Joe weakly suggests that he may be permitted to serve his time tomorrow night as he has an appointment. or something. The Warden thunders back a NO that seems destined to reverberate through the ages. Sadly Joe takes his seat (Continued on Page 89)
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(Continued from Page 88) beside an aged man, whose white beard flows across his kn ees down to the floor. "How be ye, sonny?" (The question comes in a high, cracked voice.) ''And how long ye in fer?" Joe answers he is fine, is in for thirty minutes, a nd repeats the sa me questions to the patriarch. "Oh, I'm fine , but I got a few years to go yet. Y'see, I was foolish in my youth. Wouldn't show up when they a ssigned me time, and so it kept on mounting up. Expect to graduate a s soon as lime's up, though! The grandchildren want me to be a high school gradua te!" Joe smiles weakly , catching a vision of a moral to the old man's story. Then, as his time is completed, Joe is grasped by the hand, given a few words of fa therly advice, a nd turned loose. Joe is no longer a convict; he is reestablished in society. John Ba thgate
(Continued from Page 45) As the story progresses, we become absorbed in watching the action of the sound effects man who performs all of his duties on or near the platform not more than three feet in front of us. The who1e cast speaks very softly and unless one pays strict attention, he is likely to miss a good deal of the talking. Deciding that the sound effects are much more interesting, we concentrate on them and don't bother much about listening to the story. The man in the control room gives the signal for all sounds, music, and voices that come in right after the music. Apparently, they have a sign language of their own, for he makes many queer motions which the sound effects ma n seems to understand. At his signal the sound effects man walks along the platform and opens the door. The steps and door-opening are picked up by the small microphone which is carried by someone else walking. along on the floor beside the plat-· (Continued on Page 91)
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Susan (Continued from Page 85) a s she hurried down the dark stairs this day seemed different from those of the past. She didn't even mind the absence of a morning meal, for eating only took time and she had so many pla ces to go in her search of work. Before noon she had climbed innumerable stairways and related her merits as a stenographer and then in desperation as a scrubwoman to innumerable businessmen only to meet with the inevitable, "No." Now she was nearly overcome by the painful pangs of hunger which ran through her whole body. Susan entered a fairly respectable looking restaurant and ordered a much-needed meal. After eating it she rolled up her sleeves, fully realizing that tall stacks of dishes were awaiting her in the kitchen. The anticipated too often comes to pass. Most of her afternoon was occupied at a sink, but she felt that her meal was well worth the toil. On the street once more, she presumed that the offices would be closed. So she merely
walked along and pictured herself in the stunning spring clothes the shops were showing. Now and then as she passed a drugstore she marked the lingering aroma of steaming coffee in the air, but she had had one meal that day and was perfectly content with it. As darkness fell over the city, she made her way back to her room, realizing that perhaps she had been mistaken in thinking that this was her day. All this did not discourage her, for Susan was young and there _is always a tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow would be the day. As her eyes closed, she thought of the millions of other Susans, so much less fortunate than herself. She had hope. After all, wasn't that more important than anything that these other Susans could possess? Mary Ellen Carney
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Oh ! Horrors (Continued from Page 89) form. To create the effect of bolting the door, he puts one of the b locks of wood up against the door and moves ii around. Whe n someone is supposed to be drilling a hole through the door, the sound effects man drills into a block of wood while his helper holds the microphone up close. Later, for the first stroke of a saw, he draws the saw back across a p iece of wood. Then a record of a saw going steadily back and forth is turned on. If a voice is supposed to be coming from another room or from outside the door, that muffled effect is reached by speaking into a cigar box cul out at one end lo fit over the actor's mouth. For the ghostly or bodiless voice so often a part of the Hermit's stories, the actor talks into the wide end of that megaphone mentioned a while back.
walking down the street. The Hermit, the sound effects man, and his helper walk in place holding the microphone down near their feet. When the characters walk out on a wharf, they step up on the platform and continue walking in place. The dull thud that is heard when some un• suspecting victim is hit on the head is perhaps the most surprising of all. One of the men simply hits himself on the head with his own doubled-up fist. Whenever a member of the cast lets out one of those beautiful bloodcurdling screams, he leans over, doubling up as if with pain. This is probably done to give the scream the effect of dying away. Time passes quickly. Before we know it, the program is over and we must go home, a little disappointed perhaps and firmly convinced that things are not what they seem. The Hermit will never be able to scare us again. Alice Coe Eleanor Kelly Elizabeth Lynd Franklin Spohr
Although the Hermit does not take the part of any other characters in the plays, he sometimes helps with the sound effects, as he does tonight. At one time in the story three men are
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Ain't Love Grand ? (Continued from Page 52) SUNDAY MORNING "P.S. I am not In Jove anymore. Val ls engaged to some girl In Florida who Is just perfect compared to me. At least Val thinks so. I don't know what I ever saw In him, anyway. But don't worry, Toots. I can take care of myself, and I have made up my mind never to look at another male as Jong as r l!ve. "I shall have to close now· 'cause Hanle just called and wonts me to go to Del's for dinner. Tommy Dorsey and his orchestra are there. "So, untH the cows come home, Kate. -Clara Phelos
SAY IT WITH SWING Gangway . . . Warren Dalley 11/ever Should Have Told You Winnie Watkins Jim Bickford Night and Day E. A. Hubbard I Can't Escape From You Mrs. Hord You're a Sweet Little Headache Gone Don Jordan Commencement! Some of These Days Patty Burke and Maynard Zimmennan Small Fry B=ln' 'Round the Bee Shirley Busby Ever So Quiet Elizabeth Ly nd Big Noise From Winnetka Mary Jane Wiley You Go To My Head Lefty Grambeau I Foll in Love With You Every Day Mary Ann Nell Bill Conway Why Shouldn't I? You Do the Darnedest Things, Babyl Peggy McBride We Speak of You Often Basketball Team I Must See Annie Tonight "Muggs" Colgrove
Lightmare His chains clanked heavily on the damp cement floor, breaking the whirring silence. His eyes slowly traveled to the tiny barred window, through which flowed a steady stream of sunlight. He stared, and gradually an alarming change came ovi,t him. He grew cold, a nd sparkling light began to flood the room until it dazzled his weary eyes. He turned aside In confusion. Brighter and brighter it grew, until the cell was white with light. Though he was nearly blinded, he could see a number of brllllant red figures, moving swiftly abaut the room. Fosler and faster they danced, until they formed a circle, jumping madly in the air and lashing their lolls with a swishing noise. The light reflected them upon the wet blackness of the cell, so that there seemed to be a thousand crimson figures ln the whirling chaos. He shrieked in terror, and fell senseless lo the floor.
The driver sighed deeply, put his pale, unconscious passenger back on the seat, and scowled 01 a red light. He was irritated by the noisy chains on the tires of Jhe car before him and the reflections of the red neon signs on the wet shining black street. The rays of headlights splattered on the metallic hood, and shot in all directions. He shifted gears noisily, muttering to himself tha t never again would he drive a psychopathic patient lo a hospital on a rainy Saturday night. - Jean Gilbert
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Valedictory (Continued frorn page 39) how great a failure that long-awaited valedictory was going lo be.
verse which might be the very embodiment of all the hopea and dreams of youth:
Seatod on the stage. effectively separated from the
"A thing of beauty is a Joy forever;
rest of the students by the principal and superintendent of schools, her hands became cold and stiff, and her heart
Its loveliness increases. It wtll never Pass Into nothingness, but still will keep
was a heavy weight of desperation. In her mind the unreal, hardened words of the valedictory mingled with an unceasing chorus of memories. It was d uring the salutatory that the curtains behind her pa rted and Bill Barrell, who operated the ligh ting system, handed her a piece of paper on which he had scribbled the word TELEPHONE. Five minutes late r, Judy returned to the stage. Another five minu tes, a nd the lime had arrived for the valedictory that was lo be a failure. Judy began to speak. Once she caught sight of old Williams, twisting in his seat in a perfect frenzy of a g itation. Twisting because she wasn't saying the words which she was supposed lo sayl
A bower ,quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing." That was the v•aledlctory which surpassed the fondest hopes of the people who loved Judy Meredith. The reporter who covered the commencement mentally noted the fact that the valedlctmian was a young woman who was "going places" lni literature. A woman whose daughter nod NOT been valedictorian was heard to announce superclllously: "I didn't know thaf the Meredith girl was foreign, but could swear that she quoted Keats with a German accent!"
Well, those words were gone, tho notes crumpled Into an unmeaning scrap of paper in Judy's hand. Gone was e verything-everything except a girl who stood alone In the vastness ol the auditorium and told an unseen audi-
And in that audience of thousands, only Judy Meredith knew that on that evening Hans Gruber. too, had made his valedictory.
-Rose Berlin.
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Lost . . . Five Years of Life (Conllnued from Page 46) "At first ii seemed so strange to sleep in a comfortable bed, to eat a good meal, to wear decent clothes, and to carry myself with prlde and sell-respect. And it was a wonderful feeling. So don't be down-hearted. You've heard that a ll things turn out for the best and that If one worlcs hard a nd long enough he is bound to succeed. Remember that, son, for you have many years ahead of you. Grit your teeth and determine to forget your unfortunate past and you'll succeed. I know you will. II this has seemed too much Hice a sermon, remember that an oldster who has bean through the thick of it all and experienced your despair, feels that you can win your battle, in spite of the heavy odds against you." The stranger rose to go, and Mr. Armstrong clasped the hand that was held out to him. "Thanlc you, slr. You've given me new hope. I feel almost as sure of myself as you said you feel of me." Then they parted, the stranger (for he had not identified himself), taking with him Mr. Armstrong's name. It was two days later. Mr. Armstrong no longer slept in the park, but instead made a respectable rooming houso his home. As the stranger had said, all things had turned out for the best, for he was now employed as a teller in a bank, hls pay steady and his position secure. · It was several days before the two men again met. Mr. Armstrong seized the opportunity. "It was you who saw to it that I was employed, wasn't It?"
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