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Show PAGE-EIGHTH PROVO (UTAH)-EV E-N IN Or HERAL D, P R HDA' Y, M A C H 2, r 9 3 4 Br- - , I'Vwrliilra through all tan" IftUrrtv Brll The Herald Hlvery Afternoon except Saturday, and Surtfla Mornm . ii;i.. (lie HTHt i.'m M)rHin. TiH onlh l-'irpl V -.;-! .-tril. l'l'o. L'l.ih hrittred nt'inil i'Uf' tiallei l Im i"1 of f lf 4 I'rovti; Ulnh. url ih hcI- .it Mtocb a. 1S7P-. Oilman. Nlcoll -V fUtMiirfH. NAII.niHt A.t v t i ( Mi ik i rfir hii'l,ttlvt.'8. Sx' Voik. S;m h'tHiulKcu. I . 1 1 i t H.ititon, !,!, AilfiolfM.' SfiH 1 1 te. 1 "Iticj go; ' Mt.Miilift t'iiif-'l I'i'ss. N. K. A Sfi-vjc-e. Vfteri t-Va I ii i f. hihI Hie Sim!'h l.?aftn' of Niih pei Suhan Iption lu ms -by cArrt'f in Utah coiinly. ni i-i'iitJt the 1 1 r t ri t h ; 2 7f for six months, in advanco; mi tliH vr. '" Hdviince: by mail in Utah 'ounty. in advance, $ 4 .." ; outside Utah county, $5.00. OUT OUR WAY It's the Auto Driver Who Is Unsafe If there were any indication, anywhere, that the American motorist was beginning to learn how to drive in safety, the figures on traffic fatalities would not be so discouraging. dis-couraging. We could say, in that case, that the long list of deaths came simply because the auto still was a relatively new bit of machinery, and that things would work themselves them-selves out, once everybody got the hang of it. But we can't say that. An elaborate analysis of 1933 auto accidents, issued recently by the Travelers Insurance Company, shows that our driving is getting worse instead of better. Far from learning how to handle our cars in safety, safe-ty, we are making a worse record now than six years ago. Look at the figures. In 1927 there were 23,200,000 autos in use in the United States. In 1933 the number was 23,800,000 ari increase of only 2.6 per cent. In 1927 auto accidents killed-25,533 people; in 1933 they killed 29,900 which is a rise of 17 per cent. These figures can mean only one thing: That we actually ac-tually are driving with less care today than we were six years ago. Far from learning how to handle these new machines, ma-chines, we are getting worse. Fatalities are increasing at a faster rate than auto registrations. This belief is borne out when the factors involved in the accidents are examined. It is revealed, for instance, that nearly 33 per cent of the 29,900 people killed in 1933 died in accidents in which drivers were exceeding the speed limit. Eighteen per cent of the deaths came when drivers went off the road. Thirteen per cent were caused by vehicles being be-ing on the wrong side of the road; an equal percentage came from some driver's failure to give the right of way to h vehicle entitled to it. Those figures are utterly damning. They prove, "is clearly as any black and white tabulation could prove, that our auto death toll is gorng up because of criminal carelessness careless-ness and selfishness cn the part of the drivers. Number of cars in use is only slightly higher than it was six years ago. The cars themselves are far safer; they are solider. their brakes are better, they stick to tho road better, they are easier to keep under control. It is the human element, and it alone, which has failed. What are we going to do? It. would be horribly expensive expen-sive to increase the number of city and rural traffic police five-fold. It would be a dreadful nuisance to require, by law. the installation of automatic governors limiting car speeds to 35 miles an hour, or some such figure. But it begins to look as if we shan't make our highways even reasonably safe until we put through some such drastic and costly safeguards. We must find some way of protecting protect-ing ourselves from our own foolishness. THAT'S WHY MOST OF ' US ARE ABOVE THAT SnoopinT STUFF ther' ENOUGH THAT AINT ABOVE IT TO KEEP TH' OWES VJHO ARE , ABOVE IT POSTED. "-"rs- - j WELL, TH' WAY ( OFFICE Vgz ct ' eVreKS - riz GONNA 6ET A mmmmmmviv:i- l i PIECE of news. rvyvvv" i l I x l , ; GH iV scandal. j W 1 S ! j sz--. 7 t N Tj 0 I " - ! j nee u s- pT OTr THE GENTLEMEN, o "z n e stpvtct. inc. ? j by williams; ai Gordon wins 1 Stock Car Race Driving Ford V-8 SIDE GLANCES - By George Clark LOS ANGFLKS, Feb. 2H Al j Cordon, driving a Ford V-S, won the 250 mile GHLmore gold cup ! load race for stock cars. Follow-! Follow-! ing Condon came nine more Fords. I The winner averaged better than 1 65 miles per hour, his time being ! four hours 14 seconds. The course I itself has an adobe surface and is only two miles in circumference, j Five different makes of cars com-: com-: peted, the 'race being run under ; AAA sanction. ! The race was a fight between i Gordon and Stubbleficld, 18 seconds sec-onds separting them. The lat-j lat-j tcr finished tnree laps ahead of Lou Meyer who was followed i closely by Pete de Paolo and Rex ! Mays. These live were the only j entrants to complete the full 250- mile course. The next five to finish were Red Horn and Frenchy La Horgue, who completed 129 laps of the 131 laps; George Connor, who finish-t finish-t ed 128 laps; Al Reinke and Harry ; Nelson, 126 laps, and Shorty Cant-! Cant-! Ion and Fred Frame, 123 laps. These cars were given finishing positions in the order listed and the first ten were officially considered con-sidered to have finished in the '. money. Eddie Meyer, Woody Woodford and Ernie Triplett, in that order, were flagged down after the first 12 had finished. Do You Know? These Curious Things ;o tat-eek m Mocking Moos lalm 'ships hrini $1MUm0,fM.M worth t" one oav. Twic as mm h more is !uo the in United another The jrohlen caKcs come roast. Koi Ihev'll be lul on birr barbeem Curious or in the l at Iter, to I reasury's home to roi tin: hot si ot eonked into bullion and buried deep m vaults. Our European friends, who owe us for the war debts, can ship Cue metal here and take a .'oni i i ..fit- A morwMins. who are carr.vinir th the debts have h::d to band their old in-uinkr in-uinkr i-rnalty of fine and imprisonment. All of this thanks to devaluation a 1 ren. lo; anybody hear calves herdeil de-n in the mocking moos treasury cellars ( ol 10 per burden of without profit i Professor War-from War-from the golden The custom of promising brides m cnudnoou existed in many European Eu-ropean countries during early centuries cen-turies and history speaks very frequently fre-quently of childhood marriages contracted by the royal families of both France and England. Spain was familiar with the custom, and Russia, too, saw much of it. Today, certain tribes of semi-civilized semi-civilized peoples still practice this custom. Among the Eskimos, as soon as a iil infant is born, she ; is often be..othed to a young man ! who wishes her. She may never ! again see him until the day of the ! marriage. I Parents are not averse to in-' ranging marriages for tneir own pin. -This is particularly true in Tasmania, British India, New Guinea, New Zealand, Tahiti and other South Sea island tribe:-?. The Africans, in particular the Yoru-bas, Yoru-bas, Mandingocs and Koos.i Kaffirs, Kaf-firs, al.so practice this custom, and the women in these various tribes have 4Httc choice in the matter of choosin;; a husband. to extract every particle of the radium concentrate. The total output of the plant is only about half a dram a month. The pure radium 'is tacked in platinum needles containing one-thousandth of a gram, and sealed with gold. They are shipped to hospitals in this fashion. A New York man has completed a miniature theater 11 feet high and almost perfect in every detail, alter more than three and one-half one-half years of work. The model contains 30,000 individual pieces of hardwood, ornamental nails and beads. It is all hand-made. eatuoirus Howdy, folks! Medical expert says even fruits can be intoxicating. intoxicat-ing. Sure. Didn't Sir Isaac Newton have an apple go to his head ? I SCIENCE is be-Arctic be-Arctic sairw cquip- An ore bearing radium ing brought out of the regions by airplanes, the used to carry the mining ment used to mine the ore. The Arctic radium field is located on the shores of the Great Bear lake. The rock is transporated from there to the factory at Port Hope. Ont., nearly 3000 miles, by air. water and rail. Chemists extract this most precious mineral from the ore. It sells for S70.000 a dram or about $2(000,000 per ounce. For-melry For-melry the mineral was mined mostly in the Belgian Congo Tt was discovered three years ago on the shores of the Great Bear lake. Three tons of chemicals are required to procure radium from a ton of ore. Every solution and residue is treated over and over OUR BOARDING HOUSE I Fine gold dust or flour '(.!! ; m;:y be easily recovered with a new :'old pan made for the pur- f:se. The pan is hand spun from j one piece of hard-rolled copper ! and heavilv silver plated. When treated with mercury, it forms a uniform layer which catches all thi- flour gild. After each clean-up the gild is swept into a close J 'un in the center where it remains, re-mains, protected during further pannings. Circular riffles arounl the cup catch the coarser gold, which is forced into the cup with a semicircular piece, of rubber. BY AHERN So many British brewers have been i v.iLcd to the peerage that they're thinking of calling it the . cci age. :;: First -;ign of spring: -i- - SKA SKKPKNTS The birdies "nop 1'ifnr. bmi;;h to bough And that's enough 1 spi ing for now. OM) MASTKK III Mi Haled as the greatest art work the year, this recently hung painting by !. I) u otone Doghouse Dog-house is compared com-pared by critics to the c n i g-matic g-matic M o n a IJsa because of the expression of the face. Doghouse explained ex-plained today that he received receiv-ed his inspir ation for the masterpiece by accident. acci-dent. "In this work," he said, "I have faithfully reproduced the facial expression of a motorist who, upon approaching a congested congest-ed arterial highway at 5(i miles an 7icu -, finds that his brakes refuse lo work." or t ; j Vf : ! Lic V. brewery with soul to the public hath there a so dead "hieh never :;a H I "We ot a German brewmeister "Imported direct from Munich VEVA T KNOW EVERY INOM OF THAT (SOLD rVSiM CXDUNTRY,FA0R5 vUTVV "PROSPECTORS KNOW Mt?UED TO CALL (SOPHER KELLY"- X 1 WAb ALWAYS HOLfcY3 iN TH ( MOUNTAINS, ATTETR ORE USED EGAvDTlrA , I WANT YOU TO 0 WTVA rAE, WVAEN I START OPERATIONS ON NAY SOLD KANETHE: LYTTLE PVAOEBE TO "BE A STANDI 30KE?EVERY -HArl "DREAMED , GROUNDHOG DAY, TH V'wNERS J LAT NKSHT, 1 UbtU lO AbK, WtLL, DVJ lCl iv -sac m -r ki1 irr:r HIS SHADOW TODAY Ay. . . T L "7 T3(SONCi ) EVERY- r THING XPE"R HIT.. .;vVp - Vm Y RCO. U. 8. PAT. orr. O t34 V MC SCRVtCC TW ILL "BET COPVAE KELLV OOULDNT f PIND A SET OP Ik HORSE5VAOE5 5'X N A VC BLACK'S NATA 1 r L i . 1 was nrrr U r. H A: kv r. The automobile market isn't saturated yet, but a good many of the drivers are. "Man who took poison improving." improv-ing." says news headline. We doubt whether this blended whisky improved anyone. '.- i)i Another argument in favor of 'ubber heels; they don't mar your lesk top. The world's greatest" gen tUs was probably the fisherman who got tired of rowing a boat, .nd thought of using an electric fan for in outboard motor. WOMEN'S DEPARTMENT By Little Gee (iee Dear -Gee Gee: Another girl has "f'feierl me part of a double date for tonight. Ho you think I should accept? Bessie. N'aw! (let wise to your self, kiddo. io into business for yourself. V ;f- 5fc Dear Gee Gee: Do you believe in the theory of .eiativity ? Hiram. Gee von net j tio, smarye. rnc es sence of the theory of relativity is distance;. And as Ions' as my relatives rela-tives keep their distance, I'm satisfied. I Gee The SPKNGVILLE BIRTHS Mr. and Mrs. Milan Scott of this city announce the birth of a son last Wednesday at the Home of the grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. J. H Clark. t . -' r i ' ) ' I "I think it is a pity, doctor, that you haven't any little onesj of your own." arne (V iii:;i ii i:h i: i on v .rs MO It I.I.I. mid MM) I '. 1- l tire imirrlfil In si ltiil rr inoti In ii Hiiliiirlt t V,irk Ihe imic it? ihtn 1,11.4 IIOI .l; nnrt 1)1111 Ii III ISS mrrt tllh iimi mill ilrnim-m ilrnim-m I i ii i' i In I he rll' nm' rtixhlon-nll- i hurrh. nnd !.iln nrr i-l I IfJ hoi:l friend. I' he Vi'iitrr prnil Ihflr biinrinuion In Tm' hr-li tin n l.iin iMlnnil lpjih Timl the llllMHen it tn h:nriito 1 . 1 1 n cxperl I lite In 1 11 11 r y , hit f liip'f intend li keep her Job. u lear-her In it elllenienl holme. NOW ;o l Willi THIO ST()R CHAPTER 11 iCTOHKIl, Cynsy thoucht. was exhilarating In the city. It vas a ppasnn. it held a mood, which olonsed to Fifth Avenue, with Its .veil (Ireppd women, its alluring lisplays lirhind plate glass win- 1 1 l v s . Their little apartment, it Is true, ivhs a riumI long trek from the vcniip five long blocks, in fact, nit (Jvpsy and Tom admired it none the less and felt smart and nlian because they now belonged .ri the upper Kast Side" class. It was the first home Gypsy had ever known, other than the shabby inaiis.-mlf il house in Blue Hills. And it was so different In alf re-jh'i re-jh'i ts. so compact and shining and mode rn. They had decided against living in n made over "walk-up," as those Tpartni -tits w h I c h have been wrested fiom the interior of stately state-ly old brown stone fronts are ailed in Manhattan. Roth Gypsy and Torn were tired of old houses, or thought they were, anyhow. The ".. square, cream-colored block of a pa i t in n t which they chose, with its tiled lobby and self-steer-ins; elevator, seemed the last word in comfort and convenience to Mipiii That is, it did until they first caught a glimpse of .'.ila's li luce. But 1 am getting ahead of my story. Their own particular cubbyhole consisted of two rooms, a living room and bedroom, and a kitchen and bath. The kitchen, iu quaint fashion known peculiarly to thp New York apartment dweller, opened directly on the entrance hall, and the upper half of the door which closed it off was made of frosted glass. This distressed Gypsy mildly, but she numbered a handsome .Japanese screen, all coiling coil-ing dragons and flying birds, among her wedding presents, and ; this effectively hid the view from j guests. I The whole place was finished pleasantly if uninspiredly In a cream-colored plaster, marked off ' by imitation paneling. Gypsy, used 1 to 'he faded papers and liver col- ored paint (ft the house in Blue i Hills, thought It very modish and J restful. She and Tom moved In on . October first, the last day of their-vacation, their-vacation, and hung pictures, pushed furniture about, and established estab-lished in their spick and span j kitchen the treasures in tinware : and glass which they triumphantly , brought home from the store. MABEL McELLIOTT 1933 NEA Service, Inc. There was a long patie. Then he said, with forced brightness. '"I tell you what, you come and have lunch with Gypsy with my wife and me. That would be better wouldn't it?" Gypsy didn't listen to the rest. She was trying not to be too ancry. Who was this person who intruded upon their first night at home? It wasn't fair. rr0M phone " told you about her, Darling," around her. Tom said, slipping his arms tion and therefore was. ''Later, of course," Gypsy-planned, Gypsy-planned, "we'll get some deep chairs and some rugs. We simply can't manage them yet and what that ' does it matter?" rFOM, who had been hanging tures, stepped down from pic-his i stool to embrace her. What a ; darling she was, how good, and j brave and beautiful! Why, she i might have had everything, this i girl, and she had chosen instead to ' link her way with his! He couldn't ; believe in his luck, quite yet. They picnicked in the kitchen , that evening, enjoying a scrambled meal or canned beans and crisp bacon and salad. It was fun it was all fun from setting the table with a checked cloth to washing the blue and white fishes. "You'll have to giTsome sort of part-time maid," Tom told her, firmly. "You can't work all day with those kids and come home to beds and dishes." '"We'll see about that." Gypsy said. But privately she was sure she was equal to anything. Let's ten cent 1 see . . . she got $28 a week at the i Settlement, and Tom's salary was ing table, which, draped in green and white organdie, had cost the startling sum of $11! The beds were low-posted, of imitation mahogany. ma-hogany. There was a hooked rug on the floor. In a week or two,' she told herself, there would be apple-gre-'D .curtains fluttering flut-tering at the windows and a lamp or two to add notes of charm. It's your move I "Isn't it perfect?" Gypsy, her brown curls pushed back, a smudge on her charming nose, her frock completely hidden by a coverall of blue linen, demanded approval of her labors. The little room shone with cleanliness and fresh paint and good will. The day-bed. up holstered in green mohair, occupied the longest wall space. There were two Windsor chairs and a drop leaf table. There was an unpainted bookshelf. There were one or two nice black and white prints. The casual onlooker might have pro nounced the room half-furuished. as indeed it was, bare of rugs and curtains and cushions, but to the young Weavers it seemed perfec $75 now. He'd had to take two reductions. That was more than $100 a week. It seemed riches to the girl. Back in Blue Hills there had never been anything so glori oiis, so utterly marvellous, as a regular income. Daddy had a way of defending penniless clients, and even when the cases he took were thosa of rich people, the latter had a way of letting their hills run. Tom had lighted his pipe, was relaxing at ease on the day-bed. Gypsy went down the hall to contemplate, con-template, for the hundredth time, the bedroom. She loved every inch of it. from the green and white counterpanes, reproductions of some old pattern, to the dress- T' HK phone ranu; and she ran to , answer it. She sounded impor- ' tant and young matronly, to her- j self. "Tom, I think it':- long distance." ' she said, holding her hand against ' the mouthpiece. "They're so long ; about It . . ." Her heart began : to beat rather fast. Perhaps it was Mother! Perhaps she was really i ill, this time. "Yes. Yes." Her expression changed, ever so slightly. "It's Mrs. Weaver, speaking. No, not his mother, his wife." Glacially she spoko to the tall, fair-haired young man beside her. "Someone for you. Tfm." j She went back into tho- living room the telephone was in the hall and tried not to listen. Tom's voice was stiff with embarrassment and something else. What was It all about? A high, imperious, fern Inine voice summoning him from some unknown place. Gypsy had made up her mind, long ago as long ago as last June, in fact, when she and Tom had become enzaced not to be a suspicious wife. Rut she couldn't help the sudden out cropping of a perfectly natural jealousy. H'T resolutions failed in the face of it. "Yes, that's grgat." How awk ward Tom sounded! What was thisi mysterious woman Faying, to -make him so stiff and unnatural? "Why, 1 certainly wish 1 could. Didn't you know ab-ut it? 1 thought everybody . . " came away from the tl- with that suspiciously too-casual air which young husbands hus-bands often wear, and with which Gypsy was not yet familiar. Something Some-thing deep in her bone.-, however, how-ever, recognized it ami stiffened to meet it. "Old girl friend," Tom yawned The yawn, also, was a shade too theatrical. Gypsy. straightening books, did not reply. "I told you about her. dai litis." Tom pursued, coming up to h-r. and slipping his arms around hi'. "Vera Gray I saw quit a l"t of her when I worked in Boston, you rememler." Gypsy remembered, quite Imlv, all she had heard of this Vera p -r son. She was bi and h'.nMiful in a full-blown way. I'osina had told her. She had been makiue "a dead set for Tom." a cc u d i n u to Rosina, when Gypsy, had come upon the scene. Tom and Gypsy had known each other in childhood, but hadn't met until a little more than a year ago. at a studio party. Tom. just back from Boston, feelinc hi? way about an unfamiliar city in hi new job, had taken nno look a' Gypsy and promptly relinquished the full-blown Vera. "What on earth Is she dome in town?" Gypsy said, trying to kei the crossness out of h-r voice. "She's In New Haven." T" n si' 1 guilder, ly. "She was driving down . . . didn't know a Ihina ah"u' my Big Moment (meaning ymi am since we were in the now te!epho-j book, just gave me a ring." "I se?." Gypsy sounded nn!e away, and quite as if she didn" see at all. "How could I help askine h-r lunch, darline"" Tom coaxed. "Sh wanted to se" me, for old-tim?"; sake, and naturally I want my n( friends to meet my wife." "Old friends!" Gypsy, prptpndinf to dust a silver candlestick wouldn't meet his eye. "Look here, darling, what's tht all ahout?" She melted when 'T set his jaw and talked to her nk that. "Aretj't you leing awfully silly?" "I I guess so." "Well, stop it. then, and be rout own adorable self. Look your lov. liest when ymi have lunch with rn? and Vera tomorrow. At the A'gon-quin. A'gon-quin. at nni. I want her to be properly prop-erly dazzled by my wife." "Oh, oh!" Gypsy stared at him. accusingly. " pn know it 's my first day back at work and 1 can't possibly pos-sibly come that far uptown for lunch. You knew it!" "I swear 1 forgot." Tom looked resentful. He hated to be put in the wrong. And yet and wasn't it the first of many small annoyances, when you had a working work-ing wife? Gypsy's heart was sore. Their first evening at home had a cloud on it. Tom wouM be lunching tomorrow to-morrow not only without her, but with another woman! Tn Ba Continued |