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Show THE LEIII SUN. LEIII, UTAH SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS (k)arm 1Uealier JoqA tor 0oL 3 r mm STAGECSCRE Releaied by Weetern Newspaper Union. By VIRGINIA VALE IT'S just a matter of time till the movie moguls talk Gordon MacRae into making pictures. Like Gregory Peck, he was an NBC page boy for a while, in 1940; he got an audition with Horace Heidt, nd a job singing with Heldt's band. A singing baritone, he'd had experiencesang experi-encesang with Harry James' and Les Brown's orchestras at the N. Y. World's Fair. After a stint with the army air forces he started over again radio sustaining, Broadway musicals, CBS commercials. Beginning Begin-ning May 19th, he'U be heard ' v ? 1 ; ' i - ' y ' i ' t " - - A 't?w" ? ,- ; : ' V"" ' r - GORDON MAC RAE over 320 stations coast to coast, 220 transcribed; he's heard now on the "Teentimer's" program. Tall, good looking, he's definitely star material. mate-rial. Phil Baker received a fan letter the other day that proved how well known he is. The envelope was addressed ad-dressed simply with a sketch of an accordion and a large question mark; Immediately it was delivered to the "Take It or Leave It" quizmaster. quiz-master. William Kelghley, movie director and Radio theater producer (his latest picture is the Shirley Temple-Franchot Temple-Franchot Tone "Honeymoon"), says "Inexperienced actors and actresses ac-tresses have a 100,000 to 1 chance of getting anywhere in motion pictures, pic-tures, and it's even harder to break Into radio." He recommends dramatic dra-matic school and summer stock as training; "too much dramatic equipment isn't possible." m Marjorle Reynolds' first "bad girl" role since she started In films at the age of six comes at a strange time. She plays a shady lady in Seymour Nebenzal's "Heaven Only Knows," which co-stars Robert Cummings and Brian Donlevy and it's her first picture since the birth of her first child, Linda, who was born last November. A fine break for a lovely young; mother! r ass Mask Lenore Qlenn if CFIAFTKE XII THE STOBT THUS FAB! Eetarnlnf from vleit with Dyke McKlnnon, bis ancle, Todd McKlnnon, Georgia Wyetb nd small daughter, Barby, stopped to vtilt Mr i. Peabody. Mrt. Feabody told them about the death of Hiai Tlllalt. They decided to atay and Inveatigate They talked with many different relative! rela-tive! and friends of the TUIalti and de cided that moat efideneo pointed to Gilbert, Gil-bert, Mra. Peabody's hatband, now In the army, .-dge Tllliit tailed and demanded that Mra. peabody forget all minora and top nil Investigation!. The deadliest moment in radio comes when sound effects fail, says William Spier, sound effects man. It's happened to him twice on "Suspense," "Sus-pense," when guns didn't go off as scheduled. Once an actor cried "Don't shoot me!", nothing happened, hap-pened, and another actor came to the rescue by exclaiming "Okay, I'll use this knife!" Recently, when William Bendix did "Three Faces for Midnight." two guns balked; finally fi-nally one delivered the fatal bang. George "Gabby" Hayes showed up at the Saturday night "Round up" rehearsal the other day looking slightly green around the gills. He'd spent the entire morning riding a stagecoach in Paramount's "Albuquerque," "Albu-querque," and just couldn't take the motion. Parks Johnson and Warren Hull the famous Vox-Pop team, feel, like a lot of us, that radio commercials com-mercials have their place and shouldn't mess up a broadcast. When the matter came to a showdown show-down between them and their sponsor, they lost the argument, and quit. More power to them! So, beginning May 20th, they're released re-leased from their contract, replaced re-placed by Arthur Godfrey's Talent Scouts. Don't miss the new March of Time, "Fashion Means Business." It shows backstage views of new Paris and New York collections, shows New York's huge garment center at work, lets you see designers de-signers in their studios, gives the inside of the fashion business. Lamenting the difficulty of finding a singer to replace Betty Barclay, Sammy Kaye said "I'm not fussy; all I want is a girl who can sing like Dinah Shore, with a face like Lana Turner, a figure like Betty Grable's, and the natural poise of Ingrid Bergmanl" ODDS AND ENDS Universal. 'emotional Pictures has bought "The Wistful Widow of Wagon Cap" for Abbott and Costtllo ... Nice timing; within the Past ftw months "Davtd Hording Counterspy" bos bad four shows on themes which made front pages the day before the broadcast . . . The reason so many well-known stage stars appear on "Crimes of Carelessness" Careless-ness" is that Producer-Director Jim Sheldon has so many good friends in the theater ... Cass Daley, comedy star of Paramount's "Variety,'' collects antiques bought an 1880 clock recently, re-cently, and found an old five-dollar bill inside it! CHAPTER XII Georgine's headache did not get better. A rest would help, she thought, lying on her bed in the early afternoon and listening to the far-off strains of the mouth-organ mouth-organ and the sound of the typewriter. type-writer. The women's voices were audible audi-ble downstairs, fading and swelling. swell-ing. Once there was a strange voice added, and after a time Georgine rose and quietly opened the door of her room. A little after three Todd tapped on tne door, fane looked at the sheaf of papers he leld, and asked. "Have you finished them all?" "All but one or two," Todd said. He glanced around the dim hall, speaking in a lowered voice. So, he'd caught the contagion, too. "I'm stopping work for a while, going into the county seat to pick up our license. Do you want to come?" Georgine thought not, unless she was needed. Todd gave her a careful care-ful scrutiny, and said it might be better if she rested. "I may stay over in town, then." he said. "A li'le research is indicated, indi-cated, if I can think how to go about it ? I'd as soon not leave it lying ly-ing about my room." The house seemed especially still after he had gone. Her ears sought for, and detected, a small chirp which was her daughter's voice downstairs. Georgine sat down by the win dow and glanced at the typewritten typewrit-ten pages. She thought. These theories, these classifications, are based on behavior after the crime; that's how the criminals make their characteristic patterns. Suppose. lust suppose Nella had been guilty. She had means, motive, opportunity. op-portunity. She could have been the person who slipped up to Miss Adeline's Ade-line's room. Perhaps the candy bad, after all, been the medium of poison ; she might have stood there for a time and watched Miss Adeline Ade-line greedily eating It up, and then slipped away. And then she had found that by horrible ill luck, Gilbert, the one person she cared for on earth, was tacitly accused. Of course she could not probe for details in person ; but she wanted to know how much everyone else knew, she must goad all the witnesses into giving up their evidence because the presumptive pre-sumptive case against Gilbert was In reality the case against herself. She must have known where she stood. She invited trouble, but she had to risk it. It might be the truth, Georgine told herself, her lower lip pushed up in perturbation. It might all be contrived, the rat-noises in the garret why, Nella could have made them more easily than anyone! any-one! Georgine stifled a shriek and thrust the papers behind the long curtains of the bay window. There had been a tap at her door, and Nella Peabody's voice was saying, "Georgine, may I come in ?" "Of course." She was at the dresser, powdering her nose, when the door opened. "No, I wasn't asleep. Has Barby been bothering you?" "Oh, no," Nella said sincerely. "It's been the greatest pleasure to me, having her around. I just love little girls. I'd like to keep her for- aver if I could. Would you indeed? "I was wondering," said Mrs. Peabody, "If a bit of fresh air wouldn't help your head. You have not seen some of our prettiest spots ; there's a ravine on the other 6ide of town that's at its very best now, with the wildflowers blooming. bloom-ing. I'm afraid I almost promised Barby a sort of tea-picnic. She was wild with excitement at the Idea. I know I should have asked you first, but the idea Just came to me " "It It sounds delightful," said Georgine slowly. Todd had gone away, and left her alone with Mrs. Peabody, who might be a murderess. How could he? And yet she wasn't quite alone. "Is Mrs. Crane at home this afternoon?" Georgine asked. "She might like to go with us." "Well, that's an idea. As a matter mat-ter of fact, it was she who mentioned men-tioned the ravine, after you'd come upstairs. Mary Helan," Nella called. The walk across tovn, to the ravine, ra-vine, was short. Rcrby, running ahead and returning with questions, ques-tions, invading strange dooryards to smell the flowers, covered the course about three times. The three women set down their burdens of food and cushions, talking with a sort of nervous cordiality. cor-diality. Sarby alone was at ease. She ranged about the clearings with humming-bird swiftness, and then came up flushed and entreating. entreat-ing. "Mamma, can I explore ? Look, there's a path that goes way up the brook, kind of secret in the bushes, can't I walk up there?" TO take her," Mary Helen said. "Really, I don't mind, I honestly do love kiddies. Wouldn't you like that, sweetheart?" Barby's chin Went in, but she muttered, "All right." Georgine opened her mouth to say, "Let's all go," but Nella spoke first. "Your Mamma and I will stay here where it's cool," she said with decision. "Anyway, four's a crowd when you're exploring, Isn't it, Barby?" "Uh-huh," said Barby with a de jected look at Mary Helen. The moment the two women were alone, Neya Peabody sat down with her back against a tree trunk and closed her eyes. "The relief," she said in a half-whisper. "The blessed relief, getting away from that strain. Think of having to escape from the house my own house before I can breathe free ly!" She was silent for a while; then her voice came, infinitely sad. "When I thought of its coming to Gilbert I always saw the two of us alone there. It's what we planned on." Georgine sat silent, stiffly on guard. Nella spoke again, as if from a distance. "Sometimes I wonder if those few months were worth it. Oh, well, that's past. We do what we think must be done." What was she saying? She turned slowly and gave Georgine a long, steady look. "You re understanding. I wish I could tell you everything. I don't believe you'd condemn me. But I don t quite dare. There s some thing I've wanted to ask you, though you may think it's a pecu-lar pecu-lar question." Nella waited for a moment. "Georgine, what is it that you're afraid of, in my house?" Her tone would not be denied. Desperately, Georgine blurted out the safest thing she could think of, "The rats In the attic" III "Did you hear something, after all?". Mrs. Peabody's look was intent. It did not falter for a long minute, while the creek slipped by over the pebbles, and the trees rustled overhead. Then she said softly, "Yes, I thought so. You've guessed something. Please tell me how much." "I don't know what you mean." Georgine returned her look. "You said yourself that the sounds I'd hear were rats." Nella sat back, shaking just perceptibly. per-ceptibly. "I'm asking too much of you, I suppose. It's meant such a lot to me, having you people here, as if there is someone on my side at last But after all, you hardly know me, do you?" Georgine took a tight hold on herself, and gave Nella a creditable smile. "Nella, my dear, you've let your imagination run away with you. Im afraid It s my influence; it's fatal to have two cowardly women wo-men In the same household. You'll see, it'll be better when Todd and Barby and I are gone, "Don't say that! I can't let you leave! "But you 11 have to, and you don't want to make us sorry we came!" Georgine rushed on. "Because "Be-cause how could we feel If it seemed that we'd upset you, and made you lose control of your nerves? It might affect your heart. you know. "You too?" said Nella slowly, "Now I understand." Her low voice rang with an implacable note, and she caught Georgine's arm. "My nerves, my imagination you've been listening to Mary Helen. know what my dear little niece would tell you, that Tra unbal anced, maybe dangerous. Per haps you believed her?" Georgine's temper went off with a bang. "Nella Peabody," she blazed, "will you keep quiet and stop trying to break my wrist? Mary Helen hasn't said one word to me about you, not one; but if you go on like this I'll begin to think you are crazy! I'm sick of being dragged into family quarrels, quar-rels, that's all, and I'll thank you not to accuse me of listening to scandalous nonsense!" t The hand fell away, and Nella began to laugh helplessly and then to sob and then to laugh again. With a great thrill of relief, Georgine saw coming down the path a flash of yellow that was Mary Helen's sweater; and, a moment mo-ment after, heard Barby's shrill tones in the distance. Georgine was shivering, partly from strain and partly from the renewed vigor of the headache, before be-fore they reached the house. Georgine got Barby upstairs and in bed. There was no sign of Todd, who might have quieted her nerves. There was no more aspirin n her suitcase. "That puts the lid on," she said wildly, half aloud. "And we went right by the drugstore. I could have got it in a minute." "What. Georeine?" said Nella's voice from the doorway. She suffered suf-fered one of those galvanic starts to which the afternoon had made her subject. "Nothing, Nella, only the aspirin," she said vaguely, clasping her temples. "Is that all ! Why on earth didn't you ask me? I have something better bet-ter than aspirin, much better for pain of any kind," said Mrs. Pea body; and gave her a charming smile. She turned toward the stairs. "There," Nella Peabody said with quiet satisfaction. "That'll fix you up beautifully. You'll sleep, now. I can guarantee it." What was it that had awakened her? The first instinctive listen ing for the sound of hoarse breaths from the cot fell away; there was no sound across the room. When had she heard a turning knob, and felt a cool draft across her neck? The door opening and closing, twice, three times? ... No, it was no use. There was some kind of a noise right now, teasing at her ears. Not overhead; she knew that sound; in the attic there was nothing but silence. She reached out for the bedside amp and pressed its switch; there was no answering glow. Her bedroom door was opening; there was that tiny rattle that the latch made, and a current of air along the floor. She twisted about quickly, soundlessly. She couldn't see the door; the hall outside was as dark as this room; but she heard the faint closing whish that meant it had been pushed to with, out quite closing. "Who is it?" Georgine said in a harsh whisper. "Who's there?" She seemed to be frozen in this posture, crouching by the bed, her head on a level with the pillow. Again there was that swift In' take of breath from across the room, and a whisper answered her. "Dear Georgine, who did you think it was?" 1 The scream that had been rising in her throat died abruptly. She might have let it out a minute be fore, but for waking her child into sudden terror. Now she thanked heaven for her silence. "Not you, Todd?" she whispered incredulously. "Is something the matter?" "No. Why?" It came on the mer est breath from the darkness, and a staccato sound followed, as if of a subdued chuckle. Feet moved slowly, almost inaudibly, across the carpet, as if he were groping. She waited a moment. There were the infinitesimal noises again, brushing the carpet, and some thing added: a soft patting as if of hands against some flat surface, and a clink from the direction of the dressing-table. "I don't know what gave you the idea you could come into my room!" Georgine felt the roughness of the blanket against her face, where she crouched cold and sick beside the bed. She felt dismay rising in her throat as if It were a tangible thing. It isn't Todd, she thought, it can't be Todd. The whisper was no longer disembodied. dis-embodied. It was beside the bed, bending over the place where shs should have been lying, feeling rapidly about the bedclothes, un der the pillows. Georgine was rocked by a wav. of such fright as she had never felt in her life. Not Todd bending within a few inches of her, bul someone else someone who had thought she was asleep. Her hands were pressed flat on the carpet, chilly in the draft thai sucked along the floor. Her fingertip finger-tip touched smooth leather: hei slipper Still hidden in the blad shadow of the bed, she caught ui the slipper and threw It low acrosi the carpet. (TO BS CONTINUED) 4 GrantlandRice HiAton-Dr THE citrus crop took quite I shellacklne from the rathei rough winter that assaulted Florid? this season. This was pracUcaUj the same winter that aimosi wrecked Eneland and Europe and was none too soft on the South, th Southwest and the Middle West In th U. S. A. But for all of that, the pennant crop In Florida Is looking to one of its biggest years. If vou recall the facts, the Cardi nals, who trained at St Petersburg, and the Red Sox, who trained at Sarasota, Sar-asota, won the two major pennants a year ago. In the Amerfnnn fonfriie Florida trained T teams, the Red Sox, Tigers and Yankees ran 1-2-3. In the National league they ran 1-2. According to Al Lang, who was brineine teams to Florida when Connie Mack was a rookie, it will be the same this season. "Red Sox. Tigers and Yankees will run 1-2-3 again," Al tells you. The Cardinals will prove once more that St Petersburg is the best training spot on what Is left ol tnis elobe. Florida stands pat This state will dominate the two leagues, and we'll still have a few oranges, grapefruit, tangerines, strawberries and what not left over." Lang still figures the Yankees would have done much better if thev had come direct to St Peters burg in place of using up their early training days in Puerto Rico and other Latin-American countries. I agree with him. The main reason for a big league team coming south or heading westward Is condition-not condition-not exhibition games. The main idea is to build up legs and arms, to develop wind, to get ready for the 154 games that wait on beyond the middle of April You get that on turf and sod, not in the air or traveling on trains. ' The Yankees were far ahead of the Cardinals this time last spring. In Shape Too Early "They are a full month past us," Eddie Dyer told me. But the Cardinals were 20 games ahead of the Yankees in late Sep tember. Ball players I meet around here don't figure the Yankees can come close to the Red Sox, who are picked again to get another killing jump, due to saner training meth ods. At least partly. Not entirely. The Red Sox also have much the better ball club, no matter where the training site. "How can anyone tell about the Yankees?" one veteran said. "Who could have told you 10 or 11 of their best hitters would fall off 30, 40 or 50 points? Who can say how many of these will bound back to where they used to be? Who can tell you how good Joe DiMaggio, the big man on the club, will be? Their pitching was pretty good last year. It was their weak hitting that wrecked them. DiMaggio, a great ball player. could be a big lift if he is the ball player he was before the war. May. be he will be,. I wouldn't know. But having DiMaggio in a slump is like having Bob Feller with an off year or Ted Williams batting .280 or Hal Newhouser trying to win 15 or 18 games. Look how Babe Ruth carried car-ried the Yankees so many years. Sure, he had a lot of help, but it was the Babe that supplied the spark. "DiMaggio makes a much greater difference to the Yankees than the bits he makes or the runs he drives in or the great catches he can handle. Joe can lift or let down the entire club on the mental or hustling side. Plenty of Possibilities "The Yankees are still packed with possibilities. Spud Chandler is still a great pitcher. Stirnweiss, Rizzuto, Lindell, Keller, Henrich, Johnson. Robinson and others have shown in the past how -good they can be when they are right With the exception of Chandler and Robinson, Rob-inson, most of the Yankees were not too hot last year. "They have high-class handling from Harris, Dressen and Corriden. They couldn't ask for better. But it is the ball player and the spirit of the ball player that gives you the answer. The spirit of the Yankees, I happen to know, was bad last seal son. They were a long way from the Yankees I used to know. I'd like to see first how much fight and hustle they have lea I'd like to see them with more of the stuff the Cardinals and the Dodgers have." The Hard Luck Breaker It has been a long time since I saw Spud Chandler of Georgia running, run-ning, blocking and kicking against Yale. After leaving Georgia. Spud spent most of his time fighting off hard luck. He was shifted here and there, finally landing with the Yankees. Yan-kees. 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