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Show t -- ." PAGE POUR PROVO (UTAH) SUNDAY HERALD, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1937 SECTION .TWO' IJbVrty hrHKii all the !" The Liberty Belt ' The Herald Evtrx Aftrrnooa except Saturday, and Snadajr MoraUf Published by the Herald Corporation, 50 South First WVst stre:, Provo, Utah. Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice in Provo, Utah, under the act of March 3, 1879. Gilman. Nicol & Ruthman, National Advertising representatives. New York, San Francisco, Detroit, Bo&ton, Imh Angeles, Seattle, Chicago. Member l.nited Press, N. E. A. Service. Western Features and the Scripps League of Newspapers. Subscription terms by carrier In Utah county 5(i cents the month. $3.00 for six months, in advance; jr.. 75 the yiar In advance; by mall in county $5.00; outside county $5.75 the year in advance. OUT OUR WAY For I know that the Ird is great, and that our Lord is above all gods. Psalms 135:5. Distinction is the consequence, never the object, of a great mind. Washington Allston. Slang Gets the Nod The parent or the schoolma'am who strives earnestly o knock the slang out of little Willie's daily speech is doing small service to the country's language, if Prof. Walter Barnes of New York University is correct. Professor Barnes told a recent teachers' council in Boston Bos-ton that "sweet disorder" in speech, making full use of slang and colloquialisms, is not only permissible but desirable. That way, he said, we get a speech that is vigorous and picturesque, alive, racy, and sinewy; try to make speech too proper, he contends, and we deaden and desiccate it. This, he added, does not mean that speech must be slangy; it must simply be free enough to incorporate slang In places where slang gives it vividness and life. There is little danger that this slangy land will fail to heed the professorial admonition. But it is comforting, anyway, any-way, to learn that we have good authority for the speech habits we are practising. By WILLIAMS SHE'S DE COMTRACK FOR MAK DE 5EEW6 FROM DE RADIO - FEE FT BOCX. FROM DE VEEK. NO MORE FOR ME DEES BACK-BREAK. JOPS.' MO MORE FOR ME DEE'S MAM-KILL LABOR.' DID VOL) EVER f WELL -ARTISTIC BACKS SEE A GUV WITH HIS MIND 1M PARADISE DO MUCH &ACK-BREAKIM' &ACK-BREAKIM' LABOR? DID VOU EVER. SEE ONE OF THEM LATEMM-LIFE LATEMM-LIFE SUCCESSES PAV BACKFALL. TH' WAGES THEV (SOT FOR. MOTHlhJ ARE DIFFERENT TM AT CARTOONIST WHO WOK I MEAFsJ STAVED HERE. SO LONG - fT HURT HIS BACK "TO PUNCH A TIME CLOCK. HE WA3 GETTIN' PAID AS A MACHINIST AN' HE MADE TEN CARTOONS A DAY - NOW, HE'S QETTIN' PAID TO MAKE CARTOONS lANTHECAN HARDLV V ONE r2 7, ft 5S i I 1937 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M REC V. S. PAT. OFF. WORK.IMG STUDENTS. 3 Growing Menace 0 Urge From the Ooze or muddy land tnal jutted above then w;it.ciy domain when the faith's cruL begar: to bueKie. 'llial was a hng time ago, and yet our scientist.-- ol today can d ace a dntvi n lationhhij) be-Lveen be-Lveen mankind and tlio.e til".-; t Li rule r-.-Kii n ied polyp.-. Hie .-j 11 Wau-r inal he could not rtand in thoe Learning, leennn; days millions of years ! ayo ii .-till too mucn :oi the a:n- BY X KKPOKTEK It was probably the increasing saltiness oi the waim water m ! wnieh- tney lived that drove the Of what use is it to tfuarri a child from diphtheria if heit living plasms up the slopes is to be killed by an automobile? This was the essence of criticism directed against public pub-lic health officers by Dr. Kmvard S. Godfrey, Jr., New York state commissioner of health. Dr. Godfrey is disturbed by the fact that few health officers or departments are devoting any attention to prevention pre-vention of injury and death from accidents. Instead, he indicates, they are content to leave stich prevention . "to other agencies or to the will of God. concerning themselves solelv with problems of diet and contagion. In his belief, health departments have their greatest ' u;ai wnoe ""lors ul tht-' an-responsibilitvin an-responsibilitvin the field of home and public accidents. With;Cienl Uays beconitt' arms and . .... .. 1 , . 1 -ef imu tineit1 aim toe.-;. the death rate trom infectious diseases decreasing, and; tlv can L ;uslihn ni lllL. Wllh deaths from accidents rpour.ting, it seems logical that, as Dr. , the sauy stun. lauea mm Godfrey suggests, health authorities attack the growing penaent on u alone 101 cninking menace. ' , putp..scs ana ne is a -one pol) i ill a coinpaialively lew tiuins. tt he lov'e.i .-alL w.iUi m many j .'.'ays. 11 n:s a .-tiange attraction Gypsies Go Modern ! "TauT iZi . i. i i.u i i i ' the sally deep sir.c the learned As you might have expected, the gypsies are taking to t UWU1K ctt, on tWo lncu. auto trailers. Henry Arno. "king" of a gypsy band of a -iceieis." dozen families, told a Provo newspaperman the other dav, ncvt ;tn individual has come 1 1 completely under the spell ot salt that next year his entire band will do its water, wneihei as a sea rovei or Cristobal and Colon are the two cities at the Atlantic end of the Panama Canal. LINDON I , MRS. LA ITU A W. AXXJIEO Reportot i Mr. and Mrs. Claud Crowft and family of Taylorsville spent Sunday Sun-day visiting at the home of Mrs. Crowft' s parents, Mr. and Mrs. A. L. Cullimore. Mr. and Mrs. Archie Maxfield, Ellen and Merrill Ma&ield, spent Monday afternoon in Provo. Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Fryer, Jr., and son, Maurice, have moved to Bingham to make their home. The Primary officers and teachers teach-ers held a business meeting and social Wednesday evening in the ward Relief society room. After business matters were discussed a social was held and a very dainty Valentine luncheon was served to: Mrs. L. R. Walker, Mrs. Roxie Greene, Mrs. Dora Harris, Mrs. Ruth Lovell, Mrs. Jess Millett, Maxine Fryer, Belva West. Max-ine Max-ine Walker, Phyllis West, Genieve Hansen, Genevle Alirea, Olive Fage, Jennie Walker, Ruby Johnson John-son and Cleora Wright. Mrs. Harold Keetch was the guest of honor at a very well arranged ar-ranged party given Wednesday afternoon. Games were played and social chat enjoyed. A very tasty luncheon was served to twenty-five twenty-five guests. Mrs. Allen P. Duke returned to her heme in Provo on Sunday after spending the past two weeks at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Reed Gillman. Mrs. William Varley of Vineyard Vine-yard is visiting at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Reed Gillman. Wisconsin is the home of the first dairy school in America. The school is now located on the campus cam-pus of the University of Wisconsin. Wiscon-sin. 1 SIDE GLANCES - - By George Clark f ?M , f - ' I '19i7W NEA SERVICE, INC. T. M. K.C U.V PAT. Off iaZ2ZS-- fT ' S -fcj Howdy, folks! Today is St. Valentine's day. Following his annual an-nual custom, Jo Bungstarter st'iit his mother-in-law a beautiful, lacy valentine sprinkled with sneeze powder. -2 '1 want two magazines. One to make my wife think, and another to keeD me from thinkinc Golf enthusiasts spend approxi- Australia and New Zealand mately $180,000,000 annually in! have a combined total of 30,842 equipment, caddy fees, etc. j miles of railways. (iy- soniewhat sadlv Romany roving in trailers. This, he confessed, struck him as a bad thing-. There a.s a -hdie dweliei. he cannot be! completely d.vuiceu liom it. i 1 ve been thinking some lately i will be no more flickerincr campfires, no more gypsy songs about the nappies geographical; . ... . , e.i uoiimenL inai a uuuui tiic hjiii; rinuci., iiw uiuic Me." cewitru u e i utu. , devise for himself Valentine's day was started 1500 years before Washington's birthday, birth-day, but it Ls only a week before it now. ALKNTINE TO THE OFFICE BOY 1 send thei- nothing, ( hurlish child; j Your dumb wise-e racking ; Drives me wild! j Southern politician says he couldn't make a half-hour speech to save save his life. 13 it neces-"He neces-"He called me a crooked, thiev ing, low-down, worthless roDDer and said he wouldn't lend me a penny. ' "You know, I'm beginning to think he doesn't trust you." man might assuming tnat of red coals. Instead, there will be an oil stove in the trailer ! he could have a tree choice in the and a radio to brino; all the nnisic the gypsy soul can handle. m; d(Ks sou.Hl to Vou. I Joc Bungstarter is ail bruised S this modern age clips the wings of another ancient ! a little car and a trailer house j 'f't' ,H(i' tovvd a, frize- , f . . fihtei $a0 ami let him take i(? tradition. liut King Henrv Imds one consolation. The trailer ; LW JUV1 " i"tLl lM ' oi bight on 1'uge-t bound or one will enable gypsy parents to keep the young folks with them. 0f British Columbia's beautiful in- The youngsters, it soems, have been falling away of late, lets suminct tinie and a sunny r i;i-,. ,. t- l-.,,. bluff overlooking the deep blue 1 i'aeific down near Lhe Gypsies in trailt rsMnay seem very un-gypsy-like, but at ' border i wmtei time i . least thev wil Mexican lie 1 00 per- ci nt tip b date. A little boat, a garden p.'iUh It Looke Uke A Big Year For Comic Valentines f 6il in trade Ivory Ida thinks a coquette co-quette is a small Coca-Cola. Ivory Ida is also so dumb she thinks that Little lied Hiding Hood is what covers the engine of the lire chiefs automobile. CHOICE rOETICAE SELECTIONS He wooed u great heiress And spoiled his whole life. He got a rich girl Hut u mighty poor wife. Any ice today, lady? i l Judge Stump . Dear Judgo: Did anyone ever feel friendly toward his alarm clock? J. V. S. Lucifer Goose of North PlatW, Neb., always says that when he has to wake up, he'd rather look his clock in the face and hear its bell, than look his wife in the face and hear her bellow. STUMP and an oyster beach in the north; another little boat, a few orange and avocado trees and a mocking bird in the south. I know well and truly that no human being can be happy and seek only for his own happiness and comfort. I wouldn't be as selfish about it as perhaps this sounds. You'll notice that the winter and summer terminals are on r.nlt water. That's what I .started out to tell ydu. ALUTE T CHAPTER I rjHE men on the street of the little town of Shelby winked at each other when they saw Major Meed hitching his horse and phaeton in the public square. "The old man's going to get lit!" one prophesied. "Yes, the Major's depending on old Dobbin to get him home tonight!" to-night!" Ordinarily Major Meed drove an ancient coupe, sitting erectly behind the steering wheel, his snow-white mustache and well-combed well-combed goatee proclaiming him, with almost bromidic picturesque-ness, picturesque-ness, a gentleman of the old school. His blue eyes would twinkle and his leathery, tanned cheeks would crease in pleasant wrinkles as he called greetings to friends along the street. " 'Day, Judge!" he'd quaver in his sweetly husky voice. "Mighty good fishin' weather we're havin'!" . . . "Howdy there, Jim Scott! How's your sick bird dog?" . . , He drove slowly and listened attentively at-tentively to the answers. To ladies he was always especially espe-cially courteous, their ages mattering mat-tering not at all. Though he appreciated ap-preciated the fresh loveliness of the younger set, he was just as gallant in greeting Miss Cassie Drew, whose beauty had withered 40 years ago in the little notion shop where she spent her days. Every woman, young or old, somehow some-how felt herself to be prettier, more charming and interesting after Major Meed had bowed to her and inquired solicitously about her health. But when, as today, he drove the five miles to town seated in the old phaeton behind his small bay horse, he greeted no one. He was sad and downcast, thinking of his failures. He was about to get drunk. Katherine Meed, the Major's 21-year-old granddaughter, was also In town today. Unaware of her grandfather's whereabouts she had driven in in the family sedan and had stopped at a grocery store on Center street to do some marketing. OMING out of the store, Katherine Kath-erine stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the threatening sky, holding out an experimental hand to feel for raindrops. Her brown ruit was two years old but she wore it superbly, her lithe, well-built well-built body giving it flair and distinction. dis-tinction. A green felt hat, smart in Its ageless way, was pulled over her hair. From beneath it her bronze-brown curls escaped, giving giv-ing an effect of carelessness and childish disorder. Her bronze eyes matched her hair. "Exactly," someone once said, "as u cut from the same piece of silk." The girl's eyebrows were arched but un-plucked. un-plucked. When her wide lips parted in their quick, warm smile you saw that her teeth were brilliantly bril-liantly white, but not entirely even. There was about he:- something some-thing magnetic and natural and boyish. Something eager and in- Kate i gaze, honest and eager and v eri; much in love, rested on him. tense. People called her Kate. "Just a passing shower," she said with a smile to the little grocery clerk who was carrying out her bags to her car. "Did my sister remember to write down cream of tartar, Henry?" "Yes, Miss Kate," he answered. "But Miss Caroline forgot to say whether she wanted light brown or dark brown sugar, so I put in a pound of each." "Smart boy," Kate said. "I'm going to the drug "store now. Close the car window when you're through, please." She dashed up the street in the now briskly falling rain, her head ducked to miss the stinging drops. She folt someone seize her arms and shake her sharply. She had rim pell-mell into a handsome, black-haired young man of about 25. While he pinned her elbows to her sides he laughed down at her. "In a hurry?" he asked. "Morgan!" Kate exclaimed, and blushed with excitement and happiness. hap-piness. She had been thinking of him steadily for almost an hour, wondering if she would encounter him somewhere in town. He was, in a way, her fiance. In the parlance par-lance of the small southern town, he had "rushed" her for several years, and one night at a dance last June he had proposed to her and she had accepted. "Why, no, I'm not exactly in a hurry," she told him. "I could be persuaded to waste a little time, if that's what you mean." "Then come on in here," he urged. They were standing before a drug store. Retaining one of her elbows, he piloted her through the door, past the marble counter with its clustered imbibers and led her to the farthest table in the rear. Kate said, a little breathless, "You act as if I might bolt and run. That's part of your fatal charm, Morgan treating women like captured trophies." She thought, "I banter him as if I had to. Why can't I just remember remem-ber we're engaged and relax?" TITORGAN PRENTISS smiled. "What do you want to drink, honey?" She told him a limeade, and he instructed the waiter to "make it two." She thought, "He's going to ask to come out tonight. Ill ask him for dinner. IH hurry home and make a cake." It was Friday, and they almoj always dated Fri day night. It was an old custom, begun when she was a day pupil at the boarding school in town. Kate's gaze, honest and eager and very much in love, rested on his face. She noticed for the thousandth time the way his crisp jet black hair curled above his forehead. The way his arrogant nostrils dilated when he inhaled his cigaret. The quick gestures of his well-kept, nervous hands. The movement of his surprisingly blue eyes that seemed to take in everything. every-thing. She watched him crush out his cigaret, saw that he was going to speak. Waited. "Kate," he said, "how about my coming out Monday night? About 8?" "Monday? " repeated Kate blankly. She had the dismaying feeling that a whole week-end had toppled about her ears, raising bumps. "Why why yes, Morgan," Mor-gan," she answered. "I'm not doing anything at all Monday night." She thought, "Maybe he's going out of town on business." But his next words corrected that. "The Elwells have a visitor," he said, still nofc looking at her. "Eve's asked me for dinner tonight. to-night. There's something else planned for Saturday and Sunday I'm not sure what, but Eve asked me to keep both nights open." "Oh," Kate said. She felt her cheeks growing hot with anger. Quite inconsistently the anger was all directed against Eve ElwelL Eve knew how things were between be-tween Kate and Morgan Prentiss. She knew they were engaged, even though it had never been announced. Kate wore Morgan's fraternity pin in lieu of a ring, and she'd given up all her other beaus for him. This, to a southern south-ern girl reared in southern traditions, tra-ditions, was the public mark of surrender. With an effort, Kate smiled at Morgan. "Well," she said, "when the college girls come home for vacation it livens up the old town considerably. This girl goes to Sweet Briar with Eve, doesn't she?" 71TORGAN nodded. "Name's Bar--L-L bara Lodge." From St. Paul. Quite a looker. She and Eve got in just about an hour ago. Eve was showing her the town before they went home to unpack," "I guess they were in stitches over our rustic Main street," Kate remarked, with quick and thrusting thrust-ing intuition. "Eve always acts as if Shelby convulses her when &Ws showing it to a visitor." "Well," said Morgan defensively, defen-sively, "Eve's been around, you know. The new postoffice couldn't possibly look as big to her as it does to the rest of us." Kate finished her drink and looked at her watch. She had no need for hurry but she suddenly longed to be dashing off to some important appointment, leaving Morgan impressed and curious. However, she could th; : of nothing noth-ing interesting to ca1 . or away. No civic enterprise ded her. No young men were -ing for a sight of her. She h: i year ago at least, let them 1. that she was interested only in Morgan Prentiss. She had burned her bridges. Morgan, st.ange to say, seemed not quite to have burned his. "Well," she said, rising, hating the prosaic excuse, "I must go back and finish my shopping." "How's Caroline?" he asked, walking to the door beside her. His polite, impersonal tone made her think suddenly, "He doesn't care a darn how Caroline is. He's just breaking off our conversation." conversa-tion." She answered primly, 'Caroline's 'Caro-line's fine, thank you. Goodby and thanks for the little get-together. I hope I haven't wasted too much of your time." "Stuff and nonsense!" he retorted re-torted quickly. "As if I could use my time any better than being with you!" His eyes caressed her in the old way, and her heart lifted again. She thought, "He's just the same, of course. I mustn't be possessive. He's got to be agreeable to Eve on account of their fathers." "Don't forget Monday night," h reminded her. 'Oh no, I won't!" she replied eagerly. Too eagerly? She wondered won-dered later as she started the car for home. Over in the public square she saw a familiar old bay horse hitched to a familiar phaeton. "Gran'dad's in tewzif she murmured mur-mured in faint surprise. " But the significance ol the corrffeyance flH not reach her. 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