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Show DD THE TIMES-INDEPENDENT, Moore, en. adjoining came It was Sheila half past five aie The office was lighted only use little, brilliant ‘tee night was a was. out- already black. the llfan type: ;plue eyes cases; familiar Irish- small, thin, eager, and a very white i.with a curled cap of black "Her expression was one of Ot suspicious watchfulness, -Sness and mirth. She was an eecereDner and typist at -"three, "nd 'f& and knew all about air steamer sailings and spe- livery, and most as well. "iitering of the firm's Cecilia even had of Spanish, for Marks ~ynheim dealt in South Ameri- Vole exports: such brands as ~warks of Quality" fruit pastes, ~ s, bananas, guavas and CoSe and the "Wedding Feast'' ne Kathleen the older girl admiring- and hammering chine. would think afraid," Cecilia awed expression shrewd they'd it all rapidly, be "But say?" go with on. What'd he say?" "Oh, against he my didn't work. The ment, clean angry say anything He said I took too much upon myself." "But for heaven's sake, how could you take too much upon yourself?" of heat, ceclothed, unpassengers, vituperative, struggled Cecilia and Sheila expect to not wish be offered seats; they did home ance, was an equally dull performwhether one stood or sat, and anyway the to girls "Going to asked Cecilia. be. Getting would argued. "The tired as we are.'' tell have boys your gen- are as mother?" Sheila, as if their conversation in the office had been uninterrupted, answered tranquilly: isor, but she looked more than and not erously "Not right away. % "enty-one years; Cecilia had going with" Sheila's older years, and smelled heavily A few crowd pushed in. did and date specialties. Joe for some subway steam, bodies. out of the train's sliding metal doors as the girls and the home-going Be was younger than her office - almost absent-minded- Friday evening was definitely anticipatory. Wednesday evening was nothing. Drayton "Oh, a lot of hooey!"' Sheila answered, with an air of indifference. "But what'd he say? You know, Sheila," Cecilia added, as the other girl made no immediate reply, "‘you're a hundred times better than Miss Hodgson, for instance, or Miss Grace. ma- tinged still with the memories of Sunday's relaxation and enjoyment; Cecilia a start. What'd jarring an uninteresting one; Wednesday night. Monday night was apt to be eyes, herself and ly. It was their native air; it had environed them from babyhood. This was merely a winter evening, agreed, with an in her bright, They both fell to thinking; aroused every sort of cooking and cleaning. | Boiling cabbage, stove ashes, coal smoke, hot laundry suds, broiling Cecilia and Sheila moved through in church." "You Norris SERVICE "I thought it was nice. I lost my other-left it in the pew Sunday. You'd think anybody'd be afraid to steal 25s e "I love your She'll kill me." purse," Cecilia said. "I wish you could have seen the coat I could have gotten for twelve. the itis, were intimate. Sheila was sqenan Cecilia, and broader of Gi her white forehead was Ty under her loose dark-red Twelve, mind sixty. I had you! I'll bet it cost her put it aside for her slender shoulders were even her young, untrained UMewere square and boyish. me. It was dark blue with a sort of rolled collar. It was simply grand,"' Sheila said. She fell to musing. She hated the ithe rest, Cecilia was more ima than Sheila, for Cecilia was "It and thin, with nervous word grand, thus misused. The nun who had taught her English had alWays corrected that way of em- ) Miand narrow hips, and Sheila wmyunded and generous ploying the word. Coats were not grand, movies were not swell, good times were never simply elegant. in line: smite throat flawless, her chin -jth curve and her whole body Ft with a sort of warmth and She - _j, was large, ;mher voice "and vibrant. her was with her teeth were unexpectedly Altogether she JC fit into an office whose man| Tyved only to reduce the young t employees to the status of _ running machines, and to ig- ©-eir individual personalities as as possible. ». girl, introduced as ‘Miss _5 friend,'' had been there for _months now, -ormy months. and they had The heads did saerstand her. She was the t person who is always trying (age things; she had a disturbpay of suggesting short-cuts, of Igating details. With the great- ‘*plicity and good humor she ned the cy that firm had fortress of insupported the a3 of Marks and Manheim brought "Want to go in for a minute?" Sheila urged "He said I her on. changed the gentlemen's letters."' ‘Who? Foster's and young Foote's, I suppose?"' "‘And young Sig's,'' Sheila admitted, with her sudden, irrational smile. ‘‘What's "What funny I think about of that?' young Sig is funny, if he ever knew it,'' Sheila observed. "You didn't change his letters?" "TI certainly did.'' "The vice president's cilia murmured. son,'' Ce- "‘He could be the vice president's guardian angel, and if he dictated the way he does, I'd change it. ‘You should of knew,' and ‘it looks like what he done was did under the impression that ours of recent date was nothing but maybe a Sheila quoted with scorn. bluff,' "' The older girl studied her thought- iaind years. Sheila Carscadden ered the office knowing nothe knew little now. But she u everyone; at her innocent -ins time-honored customs fully. "You might know you'd be fired,"' she observed. ‘‘Why, we send out a hundred letters a day that aren't as sensible as that one of Sig's.'' "I know we do." "You certainly didn't think you could change things, Sheila?"'' *"‘No," Sheila admitted, with her -2xpression tonight was rueful, jitprised eyes more surprised er. Racwn?" Cecilia asked, (iread her face. lie a try- seated herself at her desk, ® Paper, looked at the other milingly and shrugged. fei good old bounce act," she \msimply. suddenly a delightful, broad ; oping smile lighted her i ut look like that, Ceel,'' she eat" Cecilia gr. ejaculated, in a _A laughed joyously. wat do ed. you know about that?'' Cecilia's expression re- ff rerites "ila-he didn't!" you he did." Peter Peter. of her doubtful look followed by the char- acteristic wide smile. ‘‘But I just suddenly got mad,'' she confessed. She had put on a shabby hat and coat, put them on with that dash and certainty that is typical of the American-born Irish office worker; now both the girls were walking toward the hallway and the elevators. They descended to become in- stantly a part of the uproar and late-afternoon crowding of the streets, to be drawn like two living, vital threads down from not rehe had his great height, close to her own, his hard brown hand cupping her chin, his lips meeting hers for a dizzying, drowning eternity of moonlight and summer for Ald back into decent shadow. meeting Peter what? She last name. She waking day when she did member the laughing face pyere unconventional, different, inokin that sometimes goes Soryes and reddish hair; of could only think of him as But there was not an hour a the fringe of coppery hair Ncaped in a silky film over her "ad, and the little rebel curls Sly outside of the knot on her The touch of her square, and was human, as was the . om her round, eternally sur. blue eyes. She had the daisy- thought when thus attired. did not know his into the great pattern of the city's afternoon story. To both girls this was a commonplace; they felt neither particular interest nor any apprehension as they surrendered themselves to the clicking night, against a dim background of music from the Casino-waltz music, and the ceaseless rustle and swish of waves breaking on the sand. She was still in the dream when Cecilia said suddenly, ‘‘Come on!'' and it was time to jam their way out through the surge again, and ascend the packed stairs to the icy cold wind and darkness and blowing films of dirty snow on One Hun- dred and Forty-ninth Street. Both tired from the office day, girls were the assaulting cold wind, and the stupefying, poisonous air of the underground railway. They did not speak as they fought their way about the worst corner of all, and passed the crowded bright bakery and the movie entrance, away from the racket of the elevated train. Then, when they were passing the dark portals of the church, Cecilia made a faint inclination of her head toward them. "Want Sheila to urged bad now, go her in for on. a minute?"' The wind was and speaking an effort. "T think Mamma'll probably make me come with her to the Mission!'' she shouted, and Cecilia did not contest it. They went on for three more blocks, made a last turning, and entered the house that was home for both, and for thirty-eight other families. Above the three chipped brown- stone steps from the dirty street, where garbage cans, newspapers, tins of ashes and bundles of rubbish were all frozen into a permanent fringe on the sidewalk, were double doors framing cold, tiled foyer walls lined with bells and mailboxes. A dimly lighted hallway beyond was completely unfurnished except for worn brown linoleum, and perhaps a dozen shabby baby carriages chained to the iron stairway rails. There were a hundred children in the tenement, a third of them not yet old enough to walk. meat, frying eggs, all united with a thousand other domestic scents to give it color; drawn like a red thread through the web of odors was that of carbolic acid. "It's good to get said, mounting. "Isn't it?" Cecilia home!" Sheila agreed. "You think you'll never make it." "Come up and have dinner with us, Ceel."" "I can't. Mamma's alone. And I think it's the anniversary of my aunt's death or something. Anyway, she was crying at breakfast." Cecilia stopped on the second floor. Sheila mounted on to the fourth, as high as she could go. Mary Carscadden, now cooking dinner, had, in defiance of all the- ories of housing, budgeting, and the bearing of young, brought seven children into the world in these three dark rooms and had raised five of them. How it had been done, how she had weathered widowhood, the children's illnesses, poverty, cold, ignorance; from whence their thousand meals apiece per annum had come, she knew as little as the mice that hid behind her woodbox, or the dirty doves that came to her sooty fire-escape for crumbs every morning. Her anxieties had rarely gone ahead farther than the next meal, the next month's twenty-seven and a half dollars for rent. During the war the rent had jumped to forty-two dollars, and Joe and Marg'ret, mere children, th a faint accent on fired?'' ld Drayton. I don't care!"' ger girl added, after a moa reckless voice. a saw that she did care, that s shocked and humiliated. ll, this was no year to be Jobs were scarce. There eadlines and unemployment 8 downtown. gat'd he say?'' ®yton?'' Sheila es drawer. vaguely. was looking ‘‘My glovés-" She opened the one were they are!'' she closed that above said. it. #7 purse?" Cecilia asked, dis- rf, innocently nd gloves interested, were brought as to l face of the desk. cents,"" Sheila answered, g Cecilia's face for approval. cents!'' ts all. plained heaven's Rummage briefly. sake! Why, sale," it's Desdemona, of Circe, Carmen "It's a terrible night, isn't in life to deplore. to 6 years. Size 3 requires 35 yards of 35-inch material without nap for 5% yards ricrac the ensemble; braid. Send order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Ave. San Francisco Calif. | and Enclose Pattern the She turned back stove. him: *‘Aren't you home early, Joe?" Her mother caught her attention by a waving hand, signaled silence. ‘Leave him be!"' her lips said soundlessly. Sheila raised her dark eyebrows. . With no further word, but with an elaborately bewildered expression, she went into the middle room, added her hat and coat to the general congestion there, and returned to the kitchen, moving her tired forehead and her silky hair with ten firmly pressed fingers. She sank into a chair at the table. *"Come on, Joe!'' Sheila said sud- denly; ‘"‘let's eat." Her sister Angela, seventeen and delicate, came limping in just before they began, and smiled at Sheila as she slipped into her chair. Angela had been a ‘‘posthumious'"' child, according to her mother; she had been born in the very center of the infantile paralysis panic, war clouds had gathered about her fatherless little downy head. But Angela radiated sweetness, happiness, content. "T've been over at Mrs. Burke's," she explained to Sheila. ‘"‘Expectin' company!'' the mother added, with deep significance. Joe put aside his paper, was sud- denly with them. His face was dark. "Joe," Angela said, pushing his cup toward him, ‘‘why don't you try Ragan's again? They liked you, when you substituted there three years ago."' ‘"‘*Ragan's shut down; I was 'round there this afternoon,"' Joe answered. Nobody ever spoke roughly to Angela, but he spoke surlily enough, without looking up. Sheila sent a wide-eyed glance about the circle, nodded; Joe had been fired, eh? Joe-the incomparable one- ‘"‘What do you know?" she asked, "T was fired this afternoon, too!'' Suddenly she didn't care. Let the skies fall! (TO BE CONTINUED) BETTE easily flips DAVIS a knife into a wall 15 paces away. James Cagney and Pat O'Brien, stopping to watch him, noticed that there were two chalk marks on the wall, less than six inches apart, and that the knife went whistling neatly between them. "What do those marks mean?'' asked O'Brien. **Those,'' answered Clemento, "represent your head and Mr. Cagney's. They'll be that close together when I throw a knife between them for the picture." Bette Davis owns her own home at last. She's been in Hollywood for nine years, and lived in a different home each year-she's never owned a house, a ranch or even a vacant lot: But before beginning "All This and Heaven Too'' she bought what the salesman called *‘An American farm house''; she says it reminds her of her childhood home in New England. It's just five minutes from the studio. It's also just a little too near the Los Angeles river, which overflowed its banks a few years ago, washing away several homes in the vicinity. -- Martha Scott and William Holden, two of the stars in Sol Lesser's "Our Town,'' consumed 32 strawberry ice cream sodas during the making of the love scenes for the picture, and at the moment wouldn't care if they never saw another one. But Frank Craven, who finished 10 cans of tobacco in his pipe during his scenes, just went out and bought more for his personal use. oe There's an entire Hollywood novel in a press announcement that was sent out a while ago, before Linda Darnell started east. ‘‘Miss Darnell will be accompanied to New York by her mother, Mrs. Margaret Dar- nell,"' it stated, ‘‘but her father, who is a clerk in the Dallas post office, will remain on the job back in Texas.'' Apparently even the fame of his very beautiful daughter doesn't dazzle Mr. Darnell. et ing started off a train of events which made her the most talked of girl in the country. There serials. The are thrills, romance and laughs in "Irish Eyes," one of Kathleen Norris' greatest Mrs. Norris is one writer's deft handling of characters and situations are ample reasons why start of the most popular serial writers in the world today. "Irish Eyes" sizzles with action from chapter through the fast. to finish-it's a story that will claim your rapt attention from the first THIS blondes-and turned it down! A representative of more than 5,000 hairdressers made it; he said ‘that a scheme is being promoted to revive the platinum blonde craze introduced by the late Jean Harlow, and that several other stars are being approached with the same offer. It includes a royalty in addition to the flat advance sum. seperti PAPER Recently the students of Blue Ridge college, New Windsor, Md., selected Albert Dekker as the ‘‘Perfect Profile of 1940."" Dekker won a narrow victory over Nelson Eddy; the girls selected him because his was the profile that impressed them most when they inspected the photo- graphs of the contestants, which included every male star in Hollywood. What they didn't know was the man they chose as appears in his current picture, ‘‘Dr. Cyclops,"' with his head shaved and his nose obscured by a pair of glasses. cents in coins for SiZOce eeeeeee Making Amends Was Bit Out of Paperhanger's Line Whitley was having some decorating done, including the repapering of the dining-room and His wife was bath-room. the away, so he left the men on the job when he went to business. he returned they were When just finishing. But there had been The dining-room some mistake. paper was in the bath-room, while the dining-room showed an elegant design in green tiles and purple water-lilies. *‘What are you going to do about it?'? demanded the householder. "I dunno," said the paperhang‘‘I'd willer, scratching his head. ingly move the bath-but it's a plumber's job." it?" .. 15 No...cccccccce Name had A black-haired young man was buried in a newspaper at the table. Sheila's brother Joe. She addressed fe IN is designed for sizes 2, 3, 4, 5; and a black panther."" She always gets her man, and knife-throwing is part of her menace. So she's been practicing around the studio. "It's hard work," she complained the other day. "I'm afraid I'll knock off a finger or chop off a toe before I'm through." "Probably my toe," gloomily prophesied Bob Hope, who's working with her in "‘The Ghost Breakers.'' And over at Warner Brothers' Steve Clemento is also hurling knives, in a corner of the set for "Torrid Zone."" An _ expert, he "Awful!" Sheila agreed. Her mother made the tut-tutting sound that was her contribution to every conversation, soon or late. Cheerful and brave, she yet found much Lovely Sheila Carscadden longed for the finer-and more expensive-things of life. That long- eee SERIALLY combination Priscilla and Rosemary Lane received a substantial offer to become KATHLEEN NORRIS TODAY "fa platinum by BEGINS Union.) HERE'S been a ‘bit of knife-throwing going on in Hollywood, and it's been none too good for the nerves of the spectators who are scheduled to act as targets. Paulette Goddard is trying her hand at it, in preparation for her role in Cecil B. DeMille's ‘‘North West Mounted Police.' She is scheduled to play ‘‘Louvette," whom Mr. DeMille described as rows of braid trim every possible edge of both the frock and the bonnet. Simple as it is, the pattern includes a step-by-step sew chart as well as complete directions. Gingham, seersucker, percale and chambray all come in colors which are particularly nice for tots' play togs like this. Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1928-B VALE Newspaper she said. EYES IRISH Western teeth were still white. Sheila the pro- VIRGINIA by gone stanchly to work to help Mamma. But now the rent was lower than it had ever been, and Marg'ret and the second son, Neely, were both married, and times were different. The broad, flushed face that was turned with a smile to welcome Sheila had no wrinkles in it, the *t see,"' Cecilia commented, Space during which they had at each other; ‘‘I must say On't see that it's so funny."' I think it's funny,'' By (Released USING this one clever pattern (1928-B), you can make a pretty complete play wardrobe for your young hopeful. It includes a scrap of a sun-suit, a sweet little frock, and a nice, scoopy, eyeshading bonnet, and every one of the three trifies takes practically no time to make. They're all just as comfortable to play in as they are cute to look at. The sun-suit consists of straps and gathers in the back, and is perfectly straight in the front. The yoke of the frock is extended into wings of kimono sleeves, and Lady, lady... It is HOUSECLEANING time. Better O-Cedar it! All your furniture, all your woodwork and floors can have again that silken soft and lustrous look they used to have. O-Cedar them! 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Scientists call this MOPS, WAX, DUSTERS, CLEANERS AND O-CEDAR FLY AND MOTH SPRAY Hasty Judgment Haste in giving judgment criminal.-Pubilius Syrus, VES ER is Re "selfing." Pollination by hand of all the caged plants on a flower breeding plot would be long, tedious work, so Gordon Morrison, Ferry-Morse Seed Station hybridist, enlists the aid of the maggot. It is the maggot of the objectionable blowfly, moreover. Blowfly maggots in the pupae stage are placed in the flower cage, subsequently maturing into flies. The insects are extremely active and they fly from flower to flower on the caged plant, doing an excellent job of spreading pollen from one blossom to another. The plant then proceeds to produce its prized crop of seed. Thus the long-despised maggots do their part to help make the world more beautiful. Even so, let's hope flower breeders find a way to put them out of existence after they have done their pollination chore. 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