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Show PAGE FOUR PRO VO (UTAH) EVENINGHB8ALD, THURSDAY, JANUARY 23,' 1936 LJkerty through all Utm lamd" The Herald Every Aftermoom except Satvrtay and Soday Moralng- Published by the Herald Corporation, 60 South Flrt West street, Provo, Utah. Entered as second-class matter at the postofflc In Provo, Utah, under tfca act of March 3, 1879. Oilman, Nicoll & Ruthman, National Advertising representatives, New York, San Francisco, Detroit. Boston, Lb Angeles. Seattle, Chicago. Member United Press. N. E. A. Service, Western Features and the Scripps League of Newspapers. Subscription terms by carrier In Utah county 60 cents the month. 12.75 for six months, In advance; $5.00 the year in advance; by mail in Utah county, in advance, J4.50; outside Utah county, 15.00. Those who are governed least are governed best.1 "The power to tax is the power to destroy." Thomas Jefferson. All He Could Do Was Spin YarnsBut How! The shade of Rwdyard Kipling must be rather disconcerting discon-certing to some of the earnest writers of this day. Kipling was not an intellectual. His creed involved the blind worship of a strong-arm sort of imperialism which the World war and subsequent eents showed was altogether too bloodily expensive to be worshiped by thoughtful men. He was a staunch aristocrat in a day when the common man was feeling his oats. In economics, sociology, and political poli-tical science he was- a full half century behind the times. So much was this true that it has been the fashion of late years to speak of his work with a species of lofty contempt. con-tempt. His poems, we have been assured, were jingles, his stories were easy glorifications of the robber-baron tactics of a predacious empire. He lacked almost everything that modern writers pride themselves on possessing. Except one thing ard there he could give all living writers cards and spades and leave them lashed to the mast. He could tell a story. '! ? Now a genuine story teller is not the sort of citizen that can be found under every bush. Such a person comes along once in a generation nht oftener; and when he comes he may possess all the defects which pain the critics and a whole flock of new ones that the critics never heard of, and still he will win the world's affection. For human beings have had a special place in their hearts for the born story teller ever since the days of blind Homer. The man who can say, "Once upon a time " and then make you free of a brand-new world into which you could never peer without his help, gets into that special place and stays there, and the world remembers him long after it has forgotten all about his more serious aretf intellectual intel-lectual contemporaries. -3 -X- T 'C T And what a world Kipling opened for us ! He started when we were children, with his "Jungle Books," and "Just-So "Just-So Stories," and he kept at it down through the years. He made Mulvaney as real to us as Al Smith ; he made us see and smell and feel the bazaars and the cantonments of India; he dug into our secret, hopeless dreams with stories like "They" and "The Brushwood Boy," and persuaded us that they were really true. All this must be pretty discouraging to our self-conscious moderns. They have so much that Kipling did not have, and it counts for so little in the face of the oris thing Kipling did have. hike Dickens amLMark Twain, he could tell a story, and tell it superlatively well. And when the world gets a story teller of that caliber, it does not let him die. The Golden Feather by Robert Bruce O ws NCA Uk, w Day of Understanding February 22, the anniversary of George Washington's birth, this year will take on a deeper significance. To promote greater understanding and co-operation .mong Protestants, Catholics, and Jews as American citizens. Feb. 22 will be designated Brotherhood Day. Feb. 23 will be similarly designated. Inaugurated by the National Conference of Jews and Christians, the day should mark a new outlook on the relationships rela-tionships of the three groups. In the words of the Conference Confer-ence slogan, it should "make America safe for differences." Though rituals and dogma may divide Jews, Protestants, and Catholics, there is certainly no excuse for the variance in beliefs extending to everyday good citizenship. Brotherhood Day should focus attention on the value of attaining a common ground of understanding. VINEYARD I Reporter Phone 01-B-4 I MRS. GEORGE F. WELLS 1 Mr. and Mrs. Jens C. Andreason entertained a low friends at a chili supper at their home Saturday Satur-day evening. Covers were Uii for Mr. and Mrs. Henry Sore:::?on. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Lystrup and Mr. and Mis Clyde Draper. Mr. and Mrs. S. Bertell Bunker i and son Richard and Mr. and Mrs. S. L Hudson and infant son of ! Salt Lake were called here VVed-; VVed-; nesday due to the death of their i father George S. Bunker, j Mrs. S. H. isiaxe hs spent the I past ten days in Salt Lake with her daughter Miss Thelma Blake. CHAPTER XXXIV TEAN DUNN sat in an old-fash-J loned rocking chair on the porch of the little farmhouse and looked out at the fields that shimmered In the summer heat. She had been at the farmhouse Just a little less than 24 hours, now, and erery hour seemed to increase the queer feeling feel-ing of dissatisfaction and uneasiness uneasi-ness that possessed her. To begin with, she told herself, she ought to be getting back to Dover. She had delivered the envelope en-velope which Mr. Montague had asked her to deliver; that part of the Job was finished. In addition, she had found Sandy, satisfied herself her-self that his accident would not have any serious consequences, and thus eased her mind on that score. She could not. then, stay on here indefinitely. She had done all that she set ont to do; it was time for her to be leaving. Yet when she had mentioned this to Sandy, half an hour before, he had been rather unsympathetic about It. Indeed, his lack of sympathy sym-pathy seemed to arise from a wholly new attitude toward her, an attitude which she did not at all like. "What do you want to go back to that dump for?" he asked her petulantly, as she sat by his bed and explained her desire to return to Dover. "I've just got to go back, whether you understand It or not," she said. "Can't somebody drive me oh. part way. anyway? To Plainfield. where I can catch a train?" Dont know if any of the cars are available,' said Sandy. "Then 111 have to take the train from Midlothian." He grinned mockingly. "There's only one train a day. In the direction you want, and it's gone already." "But Sandy! Won't you help me? I don't like this." He seemed to become penitent. Don't worry I'll fix it," he said. "I'll speak to Red about it. Just forget about it. Ill fix things." On that assurance she had left his bedroom; and now, sitting alone on the porch and reviewing the conversation, she was forced to admit that she did not like the tone of it in the least. Sandy didn't seem like the sympathetic and understanding un-derstanding sweetheart he had been In Dover, and in Maplehurst: something some-thing hard and unpleasant was showing through from underneath. . . . Then her innate loyalty came to his defense. law tnr.- mam row norseo. Ty been tired an4 excited, and I see things -rrroni. Aid per aide poor boy. and : not bltptwK. 1 mustn't judge bljn qo hastily." Eve Lewis came out in4 perched on the porch railing. She lit a clgaret, tossed r ftp njatch on the lawn, and looted' dofrjt'at Jean with a wry smQa. "This place is a hoi,' tent It? she said. Jean looked up, smiled, and nodded. "Well, we wont be here long," said Eve. That's one comfort. The next placell be better." "Oh? Where are we where are they going? Ere noticed how Jean corrected herself, and gave her a curious look. "What do you mean they?" she asked. "You're coming too, arent you?" Jean shook her head. "I've got to get back to Dover, Eve." "Oh. forget It Trail along with us. I admit this place Is a dump, but It's only for another day or so. Red's got another place spotted, and ltH be a spot where we can really enjoy life a little." She yawned and stretched lazily. "This place does give me the willies," wil-lies," she added. "But I can't go," said Jean. "You can understand. Eve, cant you? I've got a Job to get back to." "Oh. a Jol " said Eve. gesturing gestur-ing with royal disdain. "Well, I have. And anyway. It's different with me than It is with you. You're with your husband. I'm not Sandy and I " Eve smiled a worldly-wise smile. "Why let that bother your she asked. Jean flushed, and her shoulders stiffened. "It's too bad, I suppose, but it does bother me," she said coldly. "C"VE looked at her In mild sur-prise, sur-prise, then tossed her clgaret butt out onto the lawn. She watched it smoldering there for a moment, then she shrugged and stood up. "It's too Hot to have a row," she said. She started to walk to the door, then paused and looked down at Jean. "You really mean you're going back?" "Why. of course." "Well, talk to Red about it then." She started away but Jean caught ' her hand. "Wait." she begged. "Eve there's so much here I don't under-stand. under-stand. Who is this man Red. anyway? any-way? Why does everybody wait for him to decide everything. You. Sandy, everybody it's always. Til ask Red,' or something. Who Is he?" Eve looked down with a strange, indefinable expression on her face. Then she withdrew her hand, forced a laugh, and said. "Why don't you ask Sandy?" and went on In the house. This was hardly the sort of incident inci-dent that would calm Jean's rising dissatisfaction. She hesitated, uncertain, un-certain, staring out at the open fields; then she got up and went to the) little bedroom she hadoeesf pied the night before, and pro ceeded to pack her overnight bag. Having finished, she cast a last glance about the room, stopped before be-fore the mirror to powder her face and pat her hair into shape, and then carried the bag downstairs. She deposited it in the front hallway hall-way and then went into the living room, looamg tor this strange, sut t!r : menacing person they called Red. To her surprise she found Sandy there, at ease la a big mission chair. Be was dressed In gray flannel trousers, tennis shoes, and a white shirt, open at the throat. His bandaged shoulder was visible where the shirt stood open. "Well," be said, "where you oil tor "I wanted to find this man you call Red and see if someone won't drive me to Plainfield." she said. "I talked to Red about It," said Sandy- "I'm afraid you're out of luck, for Just now. Yon see, we're only got two cars here, and they're both tied up for the rest of the day. But listen" he hurried on as she started to protest "first thing tomorrow itll be different Red promised and If you dont want to take his word. I'll give you my promise. Okay?" She hesitated. She wanted to leave now today and yet ! . . "Oh. what's one more night V asked Sandy, laughing. "Nobodyll bite you. There's two married women here to chaperon you Ev Lewis and Mrs. Engle, the farmer's wife. And rn crippled, anyhow." His eyes danced with mocking humor. hu-mor. She found herself smiling la tune with him. "You're sure about tomorrow morning?" "Of course. Come on it's okay. Isn't it?" She gave a little laugh, with Just a faint note of irritation in it "I guess it'll have to be." she said. Time seemed to drag. In this farmhouse. Sandy was still weak, unable to walk with her outdoors. Lewis was absent in on of the cars, and the strange "Red" was aloof and unapproachable. Jean took a stroll across the fields with Eve. sat in the dusky, old-fashioned living room with Sandy, lounged aimlessly on the porch and somehow some-how got through the day and the evening, conscious always ef t queer feeling of unease, almost of guilt at her continued presence here. But the day did end. eventually, even-tually, and the night of broken and unquiet sleep ended also; and at last it was the next morning, and she ate her breakfast at the gingham-checked table In the kitchen. She went out to the porch to wait for the car. And after a few min utes the red-headed man came out and surveyed her dourly. "All ready, are you?" he asked. "Got your things packed, and all?" She nodded. "Come on. then." he said. She took her bag which he permitted her to carry for herself and followed fol-lowed him through the back yard, where the big blue sedan was parked. Two men were In the front seat and Eve Lewis sat in the back. "Get In." said Red. She hesitated. Why were so many people In the car? "Come on. we're in a hurry," said Red. "We're all going for a little ride. Sandy and Wlngy've gone on ahead In the other car. Step on It baby." , "Bt but where are we going?" she stammered uneasily. "Never mind where." he said, bending his face close. "Get in. sit down, shut up and do as you're told." And as she looked into his cold blue eyes she knew she had to obey. (To Be Continued) OPERA PLAYS TO FULL HOUSE SPANISH FORK With a capacity ca-pacity house of enthusiastic friends to greet their performance, Palmyra L. D. S. stake M. I. A. gave the opera, "And It Rained," Tuesday night at the high school auditorium. More Uutn 150 young people of the nine wards of the stake participated in the opera, which was made doubly attractive by beautiful special costumes and charming stage settings, the latter lat-ter arranged under the direction of Miss Edna Ludlow. The following students furnished furnish-ed orchestra music under the direction di-rection of Glen Coffman; Majel Anderson, LeRoy Jacobsen, Carl M. Jacobsen, Robert Clegg, Andrew An-drew Gardner, Chester Stone, Keith Anderson, Lola Bradford, Rrley Hagan and Kenneth Ludlow. Lud-low. Directing the dramatics of. the opera were Miss Jayne Evans and Mrs. G. Ray Hales; dancing. Miss Blanche Jones, Mrs. E. E. Knud-sen Knud-sen and Shirl Swenson; music, Mrs. E. LeRoy Erickson, Lola Bradford and F. J. Faux. Taking leading parts in the cast were Maurice Barnett, Agnes Hales, Dennis Black, Beryl Warner, War-ner, Norma Hansen, Jack Davies, Bud Evans, Blaine Johnson, Faye Evans, Lynn Argyle, Chaunch McFarland and Darlene Davis. Group dancing, chorus singing, duet and solo singing made the opera musical treat, while several comedy numbers sent the audience into gales of laughter. Bud Evans and Faye Evans were the leaders in the comedy parts. SIDE GLANCES - - By George dark 1 ti 'I guess I must be falling; for him, I'm beginning to worry when he spends money on me." i- r v Onf! FR3jD W7 One western railroad now advertises ad-vertises "Cheerful dining cars." The silver on the tables certainly has a. rattling good time. f f COOKERY I) KIT. - Following the successful making of clam chowder out of old auto tires, scientists are now trying to make auto tires out of clams. If herringbones are laid aside, dried and polished, they make rr- OUT OUR WAY BY WILLIAMS W ilhlM W .Hi. ' J T. M. MC. O. . MT. OFF. 1 eimw HtA 5QIWCC. IWC. BOPN THIRTV VEAR TOO SOOM I good double-sided combs for the pocket. To churn your own butter, take a pint of cream aboard any street car and ride a few blocks. If sour cream is desired in a hurry, place the cream bowl before be-fore the radio and tune in a soprano. so-prano. To rid the kitchen of cooking smells, allow the gas to escape from the range for half an hour or so. iff if 3ft 3fi HYMN OF HATE A dame I hate Is Gussie Light, She brags how stewed She was last night. f fc f Li'l Gee Gee thinks she's getting get-ting electricity at her home for nothing. "The man has been around to wind up the meter for over a year now," she says. 3f 3fc Sft 3f Joe Bungstarter, a gentleman of the old school, has a sprained arm from lifting his hat every time a beer wagon goes by. 2f 2f 3f 3fc Notice: Owing to the big demand de-mand for goats among politicians politi-cians this year, bighorn sheep will be used this spring as bock beer signs. f Abigail Applesauce says: "It's love that makes the girl go round .shopping for rouge and lipstick." lip-stick." fift 0f 0ft Oft At that, knocking out the AAA left three good A's for use by other departments. Oft 0ft 0ft Of In Hospital Today: Amos Mc-Goofus. Mc-Goofus. Mr. McGoofus, famed back-seat driver, drove three blocks down Center street yesterday yester-day before noticing there was no one at the wheel of the car. He may recover, let us hope not. i YE DIARY To the moom pitchers, where-in men and women do move like life and dosay pieces, by what magick I know not, and a varlet claspeth a maiden unto him, tho she shriek and resist, and I rise and discharge by arquebuss at the knave and pink him thru the heart, the foul rogue, but no thanks and I land on my ear in the roadway. A pox on such ingratitude, say I. . Dont' start motor until ferry docks. Trout have been known to live in captivity for more than 20 years. Washington Merry-Go-Round (Continued from Page One) - The uopO W - .If Ll ttuV n l X 1 1 I 1 l ft J 1 or. itUn rubber reinforced seporators. $7-95 6c 895 witkoU battery Ter xt7tt. Ann Sutler Power Guaranteed 2 Year more power arvd lortaer lifein to J 2.95 nrrrrnma TO COT . 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