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Show LKHI FREE PRESS. LKHI. ETAH rr News Current the in Persons Scenes and r r. Mr -- ; -- ft- - ? 1 f "V lG:asePpe Motta. - Franco's insurgent army train tiai?tiAafii.hi.tm eger '"1 eea pr gun., nMr who haS been for Gov. Alf M. Landon, wno nas uet-- j ... t J J c. --,!a- ir.H fnr ihp fifth time. 2 Artillerists of of Topeka. Kan., campa.u national committee. ReDublican . ilt'on n i -- u-vi- nu COLLEGE TRUSTEE Poster for Iiov Scouts' Jamboroe V 1 Hw-r j"vp'wrf?5Sw' A .lit Hon mZ "'rrh"!l i if V-- f x: 4 'if FATHER TIME QlrCte Qjcars E ALL know a jAlow called Old talhpr ttl v i lie ' " fritolvd 11 Tried distance still seemed a long way, she did not speak of it. She was a little tired, too, but that would pass. Soon they would pause for rest, and for bites of hard chocolate. "It takes a little imagination, sometimes," said Paul, "to think out ways of doing things. Andy is good, solid dependable stuff, but slightly," he smiled, "dull." "I like him, though," said Dora stoutly, "and it usually happens he's right . worse luck!" "Not sorry you came with me?" "Heavens, no!" They went on and on and on. No cars Roads were blocked. could get through. A horse team would take one day and part of another. Skiing across country was the only solution of reaching Dorset and the dance. "You'll have trouble," Andy predicted, "mark my words." And it looked as if his prophecy were about to come true as they attempted the next hilL The wind grew colder. Dora was not as rested as she hoped h might bt; not as quick or sure ti balance. Sht struck a snag, Helen Gaisford Waterman Hut his hand is so gentle, utthmtjih it is us a lot as he leads us that rise vn the hills of j ivy and roses at last. tmilrs o the present HE New Year's party at South- wood Country club was in full swing, with t red Gordon, directing the dance orchestra of college boys, putting out sweet music, lie was especially anxious to show oil his particular variety of syncopated rhythms this evening, as there would be some men there who could, ii they T (M'ur. strong. That he helps along. 'And the ruins the past lie covers tvith He teaches the U He gtmv, . - j 1 al it should be." ' W " F ins 82.000 Argentine Air Tropliy , rfi- ; watched Beatrice, his girl, dance by in the arms of a handsome stranger. With a mustache, too! Darn it, he'd grow one! He brought the rhythm to a rot merely in and down into sharp pain shot to knee, and a faintness crept over her. "Andy," she whispered involuntarily, as one speaks of a safe harbor in time of storm. Paul came after her. Somehow his picturesque good looks did not count for much now, though he tried valiantly to help her. "I've twisted my ankle, I'm afraid," gasped Dora. "What shall we do? Can you put your imagination to work?" she added. Just then, cold, truly fearful for what lay ahead, they heard a dim halloo in the distance. They waited and soon Andy's bulky and solid figure stood above the gully. He plunged down quickly and gave not a word of rebuke save "Thought you might have trouble, so I trailed you." It was Andy who took Dora back to her home. lie carried her all the way, first over one shoulder, then another. Paul feeling uncomfortable said he guessed he'd go on to the dance. "Happy New Year" was all Andy said.An arduous, silent and painful experience. Dora could hear the breathing of the man who so bravely bore her over the weary miles. "Why don't you scold me?" she demanded. She could not see his face, but she felt him smiling. At last Andrew deposited her on her own couch in her own home and telephoned for the doctor. The last bandage was patted into place on her plaster cast as midnight struck. "You know, Andy," remarked Dora slowly, "I'd honestly rather be here with you and a broken ankle, than at the New Year's dance at Dorset. Quaint of me, isn't it?" Big, solid, uripicturesque Andy stooped over and kissed her. "Happy New Year, dear! I'm afraid it will be a long time till you dance ai;ain." "And Paul's colorful ideas aren't so much . . . after all. He looks well on a winter landscape. And you look well in a rescue act I think ! prefer the latter." "Which," grinned Andy, "is just ! ' ... ' . POLAR HERO HONORED wanted to, "do him some good." ' While the sorrows are left to the long, long ao. And the knell turns In joy in its merriest chime lie's a pretty good fellow, is Old Father I ime. tripped and fell . . the snow, but down a surprise gully. A up from one ankle cold and dreadful Mrs. John Applcton Clark, twenty-fou- r years old, of New York city, t i was who V recently elected a mem' ' 'I ber of the board oi trustor.-- i :: rar Lawrence college. She is a memt'-t'.rsl and Howard Chandler Christy (lefO, noted arti?! illustrator, pictured ber of the class of 1032 ami to be alumnae of the college's as he presented to Congressmen Sol Bloom of Mew York, his poster of the "Ideal Boy Scout." The poster will be placed in every post office elected to the governing board. Mrs. to be the throughout the nation, as well as in other public buildings, in connection Clark is also believed with the Boy Scouts' Jamboree of TJ37, to which scouts will come from youngest member of a college govall over the world. erning board in the country. l Bui he measures our strps as we latter or climb. lie keeps tnh on us all, does this Old talher 'l ime. it." Valiantly to Help He:. imp. ;roe; he has in rhyme. One uy he itill give us a sonft or a luuuh And the next he is writing a short tii- taph. The way he j'osj on is so quietly queer We trlilom remember his presence so the New Year's party," cried Paul. "Otherwise we would not have made "Andy thinks we're crazy. Says we're sure to get stuck, and maybe freeze to death on the way. He's so ptimistic." Dora laughed. "He would! Never saw such a darned cautious guy as Andy. He'll never get anywhere or do anything r have any fun." "He is pretty solemn at times," dmitted Dora a little soberly. They went on, easily, lightly; curved slopes slid under them; dark leafless trees slipped by. "A New Year's dance does not grow on every bush," remarked Paul. "Better take them in our stride." The girl's cheeks glowed. Her fair hair tucked under her cap flew out behind in small ringlets. If the 1 hut taituht us in becoming to your yy "is very good looks." The man betide her looked down with pleased 'amusement. They were skiing, these two, over snowy surfaces, and the man with his bright wide woolen ash and knitted cap to match, made a striking figure on the snow. "This was a grand idea skiing to Paul Came After Her; Star In Washington CDcuice , JOHNSON By PHILANDER crashing climax, and signaled for an intermission. Then his eyes hunted out Bea trice, and he started toward her. He was delayed by an older man, who wanted to talk to him. It was a better offer than Fred had dreamed of. What a New Year's opportunity! Pater would be sore, of course He nodded his acceptance, shook hands heartily, and dashed off toward the conservatory. Beatrice and her companion were Just coming back to the dance floor. "Say, Bee I've just got to see you a minute. Excuse her, won't you?" "Bee," he asked suddenly, "will you marry me?" "Why, Fred!" she exclaimed, amazed at his outburst. "I suppose so some day, maybe." "I mean now, right away." ley "How could we? You know we have to wait until you finish school and get your start." "I've got my start. I'm going tc lead a dance orchestra and bt. broadcast. We'll have plenty to live on and a good chance for more." "I'd like to, Fred. I'd rather marry you than anybody. But i! I married you now, your fathci would always feel that I had bee: the one to get you to quit school." "I'd tell Brig. Gen. David L. Brainard, the last survivor of Greely's tragic ex- pedition to the Arctic in 1831-8who was recently named by the American Polar society to be its first honorary member. The Polar Bociety presented General Brainard with a scroll on his eightieth birthday recently. 4, ' Dewane L. Wallace, Wichita, Kan., (center) receives the $2,000 Argentine trophy, major prize award of the ninth annual race air maneuvers at Miami, Fla., recently. Wallace won the for planes with motors of inch displacement. Awarding the prize are the original donors, Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Silva, of Argentina. le 500-cub- ic Kelley of Yale Receives "Most Valuable Award" Y If X i A X -- 4t r is' him" She shook her head. "Thrv wouldn't help. Besides, he's right, you should finish." One of the orchestra boys lookei' out. "Say, Fred, excuse me, bu' the crowd's getting restless." "In a minute. Please, Bee." "If they really want you, thcy'l wait I really want you and I . ,4 A1 vv t - -- 1 r st V .!, I wait" Fred stuck his hands In his pock ets, and traced a pattern on th floor with his toe. "And I though-thiwas poing to be such a swei New Year," he muttered. "You won't win all toniq'it, dear," Beatrice said gently. SI e him suddenly, softly, and slipped "But quickly to the doorway. "see the added, Fred," she yeai M 1, k..-se- through. , ' O Wtittrm Kcwipapv Uu : r-,- w'. t V'.' , ".lihcniLSt1 1;!m!MnHV.cTcT: La- It) - the prcsat,: T' !" U:ii-SV- - "bost Rrid star. Larry Kcllcy. was prcsen'c.i round player of the 1!KW -- f- -' |