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Show PAGE FOUR PRO VP (UTAH) EVENING H E It A L MONDAY, OCTOBER 2 1, 1935 OUT OUR WAY BY WILLIAMS SIDE GLANCES - By George Clark The Herald Vashington Merry-Go-Round (Continued from Page One) vjuV MISTER mv wiuvy vtrc v nu ait-r rCSOSWlCK RUMS V THEV' TOOKM?- GOSVUICK HIS lAJHfJM IT S A TRIP TO TWICE AS Every Afteraooa except Bataraay aaa 8may Honlag Published by the Herald Corporation, 60 Soutb First WeBt street, Frovo, Utah. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice In Provo, Utah, under the act of March I, 1879. Oilman, Nicoll & Kuthman, National Advertising representative. New York, San Francisco, Detroit Boston, Los Angeles, Seattle, Chicago. Member United Press. N. B. A. Service, Western Features and the Scripps League of Newspapers. Subscription terms ty carrier in Utah county 50 cents the montb, 12.1 b for six months, in advance; $6.00 the year in advance; by mall In Utah county. In advance, $4,60; outside Utah county, $5.00. LOTS COLP&R'M THE COUNTRY &S AS PA, "ThiS TAJE SEEM CHRISTMAS. L&kj'TOJice HIM IM IT WHEKl LftST VEARf STROWa rre t "Proclaim U berry threes; all a la4 Liberty Bell BE new buildings low enough to meet tne budget of the average "slum" occupant. 3. To attract that occupant in to the new buildings even though the cost is sufficiently low. BEAVER SLIDE VlirVUJ .1 II I mm Rjm L - i i -i-. $&g87- BLOCK IT UP FQRTH'W W1MTER WE'LL HAVE TO USE DO&BIW AMD $M SgiTH' BLkSOV TIL.L WARMfflf1 sSmUiSv. , yg?l I IT.WA5SMOWIM WfcVfc BbtN fcMblfcK FOR 55r- r" AIL ;vi rniIEi:T "Those who are governed "The power to tax is the power to destroy." Thomas Jefferson. Mother Earth Shrugs The great mountain backbone of the American continent contin-ent doesn't ,seem to nave quite settled down yet, and so western west-ern Montana is experiencing a series of earthquakes. The long range of the Rockies extending more than 3000 miles through the United States and Canada, still is comparatively young, geologically speaking. Millions of years ago, the range was thrown up by pressure pres-sure from east and west, as you might make a ridge in a tablecloth by placing; both hands flat on it a few inches apart and then bringing them together. This, of course, resulted in concentration of a gigantic weight on a comparatively small base and it is only natural that old Mother Earth should shrug her shoulders and shake down the weight, as a load-carrying man would do. Pressure of this huge load on a faulty base means a continual slow shifting. One side of a peak may erode faster than another, and so upset the balance of billions of tons of granite. Water from the peaks flows through valleys, carving carv-ing and digging, and so weakening the foundation upon which the great mountains rest. Our earth seems dead. In reality, it is very much alive, adjusting itself to the elements, balancing its mass in its dizzy whirl through space, pulled hither and yon by immense forces from the sun and the planets. Probably, if you lived somewhere else and could watch the earth, knowing what is going on inside it and on its surface, you would be sorry for human beings, fearing for their lives. It's an exciting world upon which to live when a tiny shrug of Mother Earth's shoulders can affect the lives of thousands. Still No Jobs When an excited congress gave the president almost five billions to get people off the dole and put-them to work, it was promised that this would be done by June 1. The deadline dead-line was extended, month by month. Finally, the last grand final deadline was set for November 1. Let us take a typical western state Washington. What is the situation there? Well, the public works administration has 650 of the faithful on its payrolls, engaged in administering. adminis-tering. Administering what? Administering jobs which employ 965 men and women. It takes two administrators to employ three workers. And how many are on the relief rolls? Just 171,490. Now, if it has taken since last spring to employ less than, 1000 persons, and this has engaged the energies of 650 political poli-tical employes how long is it going to take to employ 171,-490 171,-490 persons, and how many more political 1 jobs must be handed out before the work starts? Of course, the promise to get everyone to work by November No-vember 1 is stupid just as was the promise to get them to work by June 1, or August 1 or October 1. Soon, we shall be promised an end of releif by December 1, and then by February Febru-ary 1 next year. Meanwhile, thousands of men ,and women, who want to work, and billions of dollars, provided by taxpayers to create jobs, still are idle. And. winter approaches apace. No more disgraceful muddle ever has been recorded in our national history. We Drivers IF15S A Series of Brief Discussions on Driving, Dedi- g vSfjl cated to the Safety, Comfort and Pleasure mm vt p"s j of the Motoring Public. Prepared r 1 J vjgj by General Motors "N VCv No. 6 POWER AND SPEED Vf OST of our motor cars will go so much faster than we ever care to drive AtI them, that no doubt people often wonder why so much speed is buill into them in the first place. Oi course, automobiles aren't built with the ides of pleasing the manufacturer or the engineer or the salesman. They're built to sait the men and women who are going to own and drive them. And there are certain things that people do insist on in their cars. It happens that some of those things are of such a nature that when the engineers provide them, an ability to go fast just naturally results. For instance, nearly everybody likes to get going as promptly as possible. Now that's just a matter of the power we have in our engine and how our car is geared. Then there's the business of hill-climbing. That may not mean as much in some localities as in others, but cars have to be built to suit us whether we live in Maine or Florida, Iowa or California wherever we may live and wherever we may want to go. Engineers tell us that they could build a fairly low-powered car thai would pull us up the steepest hill. But if they did, capacity and full speed day-in-and-day-out, you're just multiplying th chances of a breakdown, sooner or later. And that's how it is with a car. By building in the ability to run at high speed, engineers make it practical prac-tical to run at reasonable speed. If our car can go seventy, eighty or maybe even more miles an hour, then it won't have to strain to go thirty-five, forty, or somewhat faster if circumstances demand. So we can drive it along at sensible speeds hour after hour, day after day, without over -working it. When we stop to think about it, lots of things are built with that added safety margin. Elevators in our office of-fice buildings could carry far heavier loads than the weight of all the people they can - and get better performance and dependability as the result. Manufacturers cant decide that. It's all up to us. " least are governed best.' they would have to gear it so low that when we go1 over the top and onto a level stretch, we could only go crawling along at a rate that wouldn't satisfy even the most conservative drivers. But perhaps the most important reason for having hav-ing our power what it is in modern cars, is a matter that many of us have never considered. We all know what happens to us, when we, ourselves, are going at high pressure all the time, either physically or mentally. A person can work 12, 14 or 16 hours a day, but we know we get along best when we don't tax our last reserves of energy all the time. Iq the same way, anybody who has ever run machinery knows that if you keep it goine at full hold. So could modern bridges. The steel girders of our buildings, the rails under our trains in fact, any number of things we depend on day-by-day are much stronger than they really have to be. They all have that extra margin of protection. So with our cars, what we have to remember is that speed is simply a by-product of power. We can use that nower unwiselv. or we ran n i .,iki.. (i Howdy, folks! University scientist scien-tist declares that every article of food has its own wave length. Yeah, but few of them come in as strong as limburger cheese. A 20 per cent tax on musical instruments has been suggested. At last a means of discouraging the apartment house saxophone-player saxophone-player has been found! :- :;: TODAY'S HERO This is Ambrose Am-brose Z. Gaspipe, said to be the only man in Pro-vo Pro-vo who, when vyMiiK Xfk tte rain ivith' " h i-s wife, does not hold the ' umbrella um-brella over his own head and let the rain drip down the back of his wife's neck. The conviction of the rich that the poor are happy is no mote foolish than the conviction of the poor that the rich are. THE SOCIAL SUCCESS "They laughed when I started to make a new kind of dynamite, but when I dropped it, they exploded." ex-ploded." College athletes get letters for beating other players. But the only letters a poker player gets are I. O. U.'s. The football cheer leader who declares he'd "die for dear old Alma Mater" has the proper spirit if he'd only carry out his threat. ABIGAIL APPLESAUCE SEZ: "Once th rich Americai went to Europe to get culture cul-ture and now th' cultured European comes to Amer- ica to get rich." EVOLUTION (Thenx to B. R. L.) Age six Father gives Willie roller skates. Age twelve Father gives Willie bicycle. Age eighteen Father gives Willie college education. Age twenty-three College gives Willie diploma. Age twenty-four Father gives Willie job. Age twenty-four years, three days Father gives Willie up. EPITAPH Under the spreading chestnut tree, The village smithy lies; While he was shoeing an army mule, He forgot to shoo the flies. "What, another fight with your wife! What's the trouble this time?" ..... Joe Bungstarter: "The same old thing she's right and I don't agree with her." Ten-minute stop for refreshments. refresh-ments. IDAHO GETS 53 CAMPS WASHINGTON, Oct. 21 (U.R The Civilian Conservation Corps work program for the state of Idaho during the coming winter calls for the operation of fifty-three fifty-three CCC camps, it was announced announc-ed today by Robert Fechner, director di-rector of emergency conservation work. As many as 75,000 eggs in one spawning season may laid by a female lobster. 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U. S. f AT. Of P Robber 16 Sound of a watch. 17 His sweetheart. Maid 18 Being. 19 Market. 20 Yes. 22 To habituate 23 Fastidious. 24 Writing fluid. 25 Southeast. 24 Russian ruler. 28 Branch. 29 Portion. 32 Bundle. 33 Sound. 35 Plowboy. 36 To analyze. 37 French soldiei 38 Greatest in quantity. 39 Ala. 40 Molding base. 41 Ye 42 Note in scale. 43 Courtesy .title. 44 Italian river 45 Southwest 46 Compass point 47 Corpse. 49 He was to the prior ; VERTICAL 1 To steal. 2 Music drama 3 To throb. 4 To annoy f North America 6 Servant uh 1. 7 Eye. s Bone. 10 Stepped upon 13 The were his victims 15 Small shield. vt .ir x One day some years ago, Atlan ta's chief of police was patroling the negro slum area, viewing it from the brow of a low bill. The lawlessness that he saw so aroused him that he lost his balance, according ac-cording to the story, and slid all the way down the hill into the slums area. The chief's name was Beaver, and since then the place has been called Beaver Slide. The things that Beaver saw have continued ever since. It has been a place where no self-respecting person worked or cared to work. Here and there, a woman wom-an took in washing. But for the most part, what money came in, came from illicit sources. It was to Beaver Slide that farmers brought their "corn" to be boot legged to all comers, white or black. Assignation, prostitution gambling, and brawls were the means and the methods of Beaver Slide living, while those of a playful play-ful disposition made passes .t each other with "switch-blade knives." SHANTIES PREFERRED - It is on the site of "Beaver Slide" that the new project known as "University" now stands. The question now is: Will Beaver Bea-ver Slide move into University? It is a test question, not merely important to Atlanta, but to housing hous-ing authorities everywhere, as a gauge for the entire country. And the answer is No. When the people of Beaver Slide who carried their few sticks of furniture out of the shacks and stood by to watch e secretary or the interior pull a switch, blowing blow-ing up one of their homes, they established a new "Dark Town" around Larkin and Hunter streets, By nard Jones C 19)3 NEA Srvk, Inc. CHAPTER XXXI II JO said, biding as best she could her surprise at Babs' sudden announcement. an-nouncement. "I'm awfully glad. Babs." Babs gave ber a queer smile. "Oh. 1 knew you would be. Jo . . . I really did." "When does the big event take place?" asked Tuoby. "Doug wants 1. to be right away." Babs told them. "In fact, he was all for eloping. But of course 1 couldnt have that," Tubby shook her head. "Of course nou Think of the parties you'd miss." Babs' eyes grew sharp, and Jo was relieved to see Lolita Montez heading for their table At sight of the actress Babs stiffened. Plainly Plain-ly she did not feel that Lolita Montez should be recognized: and after acknowledging Lolita'a greeting greet-ing she excused herself. "Wont you sit down?" Jo invlt ed the little actress. Montez shook ber bead. "I'd like to but Drano Is herding us all tc the station in half an hour, i Just wanted to stop a moment and tell you bow much I've enjoyed being here and knowing you and Mis? DaviR." They assured her that the enjoy ment had been mutual, and Tubby asked, "Do you really leave so soon?" "Yes . . . except for Fragonet." Jo started. "Isn't Isn't Mr Fragonet returning, too?" "Oh. not with us." Montez smiled, ber tone gently malicious. "We might distract him. I suppose. 1 believe he's taking the night plane glanced significantly at Jo, and when Montez had departed depart-ed she put into words what bad been in her eyes. "I'll bet I know why Fragonet Is hanging back. He plans to shanghai you on that plane." Jo laughed. "Don't be silly. Tubby.- "You wait. The minute Drann and his gang get away, you'll be hearing from Fragoneu' JO laughed again, but before the morning was over Tubby's prediction pre-diction proved correct. Jo had decided de-cided on a swim before lunch and. to avoid encountering Bret Paul, she walked down the lake chore a quarter of a mile and selected a spot away from the rest ot the swimmers who were out that morning. morn-ing. She'd Just completed vigorous vigor-ous turn out from shore when she saw Fragonet harrying along the path. He stood smiling down at ber as she walked up from the lake tn her dripping suit. Onconsclously lie removed her white bathlnz eao SUN-TTAN 'Oh, I suppose we'll patch elGventh tim Arthur They did not wait for the clean new brick houses, and they never will. There are two reasons for this. One is the fact that the people of Beaver Slide can't pay even the low rental of $5 per month per room. The other is that they wouldn't live in the new houses even if there were no rental at all. NO TAXES Meanwhile the city of Atlanta j claims that government housing projects have taken $100,000 an-1 and tossed ber golden balr in the bright sunlight. Fragonet stood stolidly, frank in his admiration of her glorious figure "By the Lord Harry. Jo! You're beyond words!" "But not beyond taking cold!" she laughed, pointing to ber beacb robe. Instantly be retrieved the robe and draped it around ber shoulders "1 suppose you know why I dldn'r leave with the rest?" "Why ... no. I'm afraid 1 don't." "Let's don't play-act, Jo. I want to take you back wltb me tonight. You know that." Jo was silent, and oe rushed on. "We'll drive to the Crestwood airport to night at 10 &nd catch the night plane out. That way we'll reach Hollywood long before Drann and the others get there." "But. Peter. 1" j Til call at your room at 9:30." i he said quickly. "And you'll be J ready." His imperious tone irritated Jo ; and she asked "Are you sure?" "If you're not." Fragonet smiled , "I'M take you anyhow." "But" i He shook his bead. Interrupting . her. "There's no use talking about I it, Jo. You know you can't stay here any longer" He bent and kissed ber quickly on the cheek, then turned abruptly and nurried toward the Inn without her..... Thoughtfully Jo followed the path, forgetting ber wet suit and the breeze that swept up gently from the bead of the lake. What bad he meant by saying "You know you can't stay here any longer?" Did be know that Babs and Marsh were to marry, and sense that Babs with ber new influence over Marsh ' would sever stand for Jo remain I ing at Crest Lake? ! . AT any rate Fragonet's words, j arhafhA, than h o A haor. .lllllaf ed in their meaning or not. startled star-tled Jo into a sudden realization of her own position at Crest Lake Inn. Things had been nappenlne so swiftly in the past few hours that this was the first moment she had found tn Vhlcb to view her self objectively. certainly now ; that ber father had been successful success-ful in getting a job. she did not need to remain a Crest Lake. And Babs engagement to Douglas Marsh was likely to create even greater tension between Jo and Mrs. Marsh, who was so friendly with the Montgomerys. As for Bretr-tbe old Bret who might have been her friend Jo shuddered, remembering last night when she had stood before the window of the little cottage and watched Bret take the Saunders Saun-ders girl In his arms. "1 never want to face him again." she said, half-aioud. "Never ..." Perhaps it was true that, whatever he was. Bret deserved her gratitude for having saved ber life But even gratitude can be devoid of respect, and Jo decided that a note to Bret would do better now than facing him. She was still deep tn thought when she reached the Inn and hardly realized that she was at the veranda steps when she heard Douglas Marsh's pleasant voice above ber. "Good morning, Jo. . . . Wonder if i could see you when you've changed? There was something strange In his eyes, something Jo recognized at once and which made her say. It won't take tons. 111 It? Yob t it up somehow. This is the. and I have separated." nually from the city's tax rolls. I This has the , PWA definitely ' worried. As a compromise they propose paying a 'municipal j charge" for usual city services: j schools, sanitation, fire and police protection. Meanwhile, the housing experts in Washington continue to apply the microscope. They also admit that the housing problems in Atlanta At-lanta are going to be just as bad 1 or worse in the rest of the coun- try. (Copyright 1935, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) might as well talk to me now." Marsh looked startled. "You you know what I'm going to say? "Perhaps not exactly. But obviously ob-viously it's not pleasant. " She drew the robe around ber throat and stood facing htm. "It's really my fault that you've found yourself your-self id this difficult situation " she said in a low tone "You've been wonderful and I should have left Crest Lake lone ago. 1 should have gone when this trouble with Fragonet Frago-net first came up " "Jo. 1 want you to realize tbai 1 - She nodded quickly. "1 know And 1 don't blame you. Ther must have been a lot of talk. Toe much tor comfort, and' 1 know what your mother thinks." "You see. after all. aba's getting along in years, and I don't like tc excite ner more than necessary Somehow she's quite convinced that you aren't straight. Jo Ant! while lt'e absOrd and" Ht stopped, his voice trailing Into si lence Then, desperately T w&ni to do what's right, you know A month's salary In lieu ot notice and if any time you need help " "1 don't want a month's salary." Jo said. "But 1 do appreciate yom kindness." CHE felt somehow sorry foi Douglas Marsh, but she felt re sentment. too. that be snould bt so quickly dominated by Babs Fot Jo was certain that it was not entirely en-tirely Mrs. Marsh who was behind this. "And, Jo . . . " Marsh resumed "1 want to know where you'll be because I Intend to see you again. Jo laughed a tittle bitterly. "II I'm cot presentable here at Crest Lake I'm not likely to be present able anywhere else, am I? Besides 1 really don't know where IT be. unless It's Hollywood." "Hollywood?" Marsh's eyes wid ened. "You don't mean . . . Fr.go Det?" "Not necessarily. 2ut I've al ways wanted to see Hollywood and he's asked me to go with hire on the plane. Is there anything so wrong In that?" He turned bis eyes to the lake "Perhaps not Wrong. And Goc knows I haven't much right to nted die in your affairs after telling you It would be better if you left Crest Lake, but " "Then." said Jo. putting a hand on bis arm. "suppose we both stot worrying about It. I've . really liked it nere. and you've been mors than fair." He took her hand quickly. "Jc . ." Whatever he had wanted to add never reached his lips. He stopped, squeezed her fingers hard and said. "Goodby. Jo and lots oi luck, always." Jo nodded, finding her throat suddenly dry. finding her tbngu unable to answer. She withdrew her hand and hurried Into the inn ran blindly up the stairs. At her door she found Mrs. Marsh, stand ing resolutely as if she bad beec waiting there for minutes. "Did my son have a talk witt you. Miss Darlen? "Yes . . . just now." The old lady nodded solemnly "Men are blind sometimes. 1 wai sorry to have tc tell him certain facts which he eerred to have missed, hut " Jo could stand no more. So turned fiercely, her back against the door of ber room. "You tole him lies!" she almost screamed ; "You told btnr nothing -bat lieP (To Be Continued ' |