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Show PAGE FOUR PRoyo (Utah) undaV herald, Sunday, june 20, 1937 'SECTION TWO ft The JBvary AfttfMM Kxecpt Satartay, aa SamAay Morala Publlhd by th Herald Corporation. 0 South Flr-t Wert street. Provo, Utah. Entered " Ad"clf! matter at the poatoffice In Provo, Utah, under tne act of March 3, 187. . Oilman. Nicol & Ruthman. National AdvertlelnK representatives, New York. San Fmnclsco. Detroit. Boston, Los Angeles. Seattle, Chicago. Member United Press, N. E. A. Service. Western Peaturee and the Scripps League of Newspapers. Subscription terms by carrier in Utah county BO cents the month, 13.00 for six months, in advance. $5.75 the year in advance; by mall In county outside county 15.75 the year in advance. Ukwty thrfc all the taa" Tk Liberty Bn By night an athiest half believes a God. Young. But he perceived their craftiness, and said unto them, Why tempt ye me? Luke 20:23. Father's Day Today is Father's Day, the one day in the year when "dear old dad" comes into his own and everybody is supposed sup-posed to give him a big hand. The remembrance will probably prob-ably be carried out in various forms. In some cases he will be showered with shirts, ties, smokes, and even flowers, to show that he has not been forgotten. Whatever you night call him governor, Hpater, dad, papa, pop or the old man, remember him, at least, on his own day. The idea of special Father's Day is obnoxious to most men. In fact, the American father had regarded himself him-self as pretty definitely- relegated to his place as a biological factor and a meal ticket, until Mrs. John Bruce Dodd of Spokane came along way back in 1910 with the happy thought of observing Father's Day. Mrs. Dodd first conceived the idea as a tribute to her own father, William Jackson Smart, a Civil war veteran. The idea grew as club after club took recognition of the innovation, but lacking the backing of commercial interests, Father's Day died out before 1920. Revival of the Father's Day observance came about 1928 when florists, candy manufacturers, clothing stores, greeting card manufacturers and tobacco dealers became in-terested. in-terested. Delaware was the first state in the union to make the day a legal holiday. The day falls. automatically on the third Sunday in June. This year the observance is dedicated to the Gold Star Fathers of the country. Fire Warning To Vacationists Thousands of folks are looking forward to week-end outings. Many others are planning annual vacation trips. Most of them will head toward the mountains or toward favorite lakes, beaches and streams. Whatever may be their destination, they will pass through timbered areas. Some will leave thTTughways and will penetrate the splendid forests that constitute one of the west's greatest assets. Thoughts will be centered on present enjoyment of these forests, rather than on their preservation for the pleasure and benefit of coming generations. President Roosevelt has accepted for the government a painting by the famous poster artist, James Montgomery Flagg. designed to stimulate forest fire control. "Your Forests Your Fault Your Loss!" shouts Uncle Sam, in forest ranger garb and pointing to the blazing timber. tim-ber. More than 4,000,000 iosters from Flagg's painting will be sent to those regions having forests. Large numbers soon will be ready for distribution in Utah. These forests belong to the people, regardless of actual land ownership. F. A. Silcox, chief of the forest service, points out that they influence the daily lives of millions dependent de-pendent directly on forest products for their livelihood, and of other millions who benefit from them through protection given indispensable watersheds and through the recreation they provide hunting, fishing, camping. "Your fault," Uncle Sam accuses. He is right. Records show 90 per cent of all forest fires are caused by man. The total area burned over each year is nearly as large as the state of Utah. So, le cautious on those trips into the forests and along timber-bordered highways. Stamp oul the fires which st millions of dollars each year million's from the pockets of the west. "OKAY?" Herald I Was Thinking By ELSIE C. CARROLL I wae thinking today of an old story my mother used to tell me: "Once upor. a time in the middle of a small village by the side of a great ocean there stood a little Stone church. On top of the church stool a tall spire; on top of the spire stood a gilded weather-vane. Most of the men of the village earned a living for themselves them-selves and their wives and little ones by going out in sail-boats to the deep waters of the sea and catching fish. "These they would take to the city and sell for the things they needed. Each morning the fishermen fisher-men would come out of their huts and look up at the gilded weather-vane weather-vane on the tall steeple of the little church. If it turned toward the sea, they knew that the wind was favorable and would fill their sails so they could get out where there was good fishing. But if the weather-vane turned towards the land, they knew that the wind was blowing away from the ocean and that it would be useless to go out that day. Becomes Very Proud "The little gilded weather-vane noticed that each day the fishermen fisher-men looked up to him to see where he pointed and that they seemed to obey his slightest direction. Hp soon became very proud and felt that he was more important than anything else in the villaere. so one night when the great wind came rushing down from the high mountains moun-tains and reached the little weather-vane and said "Turn, turn to the sea," the proud little van said. "No. I'm not proing to mind you any longer. I'm the most import ant thing in the village, T shall turn which way I please." Then the great wind grew stronger still, and there wag a great cracking, ?napnin7 noise and in a moment the little weathervane was lying broken on the ground below, and the michty wind had swept far out to the ocean. Weathervane Gone "The next morning when the fishermen came out, they looked as usual at the top of the church spire: but the little weather-vane was gone. Then they looked at the bouph; of the trees and saw that they were all pointing toward the ocean; so thev got into their hoats and went off to fish, and the fonlLsh weather-vane was left unnoticed un-noticed on the ground." Mother used to say, "Don't be the foolish little weather-vane," and vaeuelv when I was ;i child, more clearly as I grew older, I realized that she wa trying to help mo understand that the importance im-portance of life does not come from its prominence, but from its usefulness. Often the storv comes to me as I face (some problem that must be solved in terms of real or ' superficial values, and I think of it as I look at the standards followed fol-lowed by people I know. Denounces, Religion Recently. I heard of a young man who denounced the religion which has been the beacon for his forefathers through several generations. gen-erations. He had become proud with knowledge which he may later find superficial, and now refuses re-fuses to follow the direction of the wind his parents had found to represent truth. I couldn't help wondering if some day he'd find himself broken and forgotten, with the wind blowing blow-ing on as though he had never defied it. I know a man who care noth- E$- 1 OUT OUR WAY (I SAVJWtV WELLI- f yDONtfT VOLL WAS' JUST A BOSS SHOULP PUT SOME- N AS SOON AST AV. X'M SOR.RY I - THIN6 UPHEREA I GOT THRU. .NAY MISTAKE J I : A SO PEOPLe H WAS thinkin' Z l WONT GET ABOUT SOMETHlM tr-r-r&m. v sorry! s ing for recognition or praise. Every day he is doing good to someone, but he doesn't even let his right hand know what his left hand does, much less the public. He offers help of many kinds even before those who need ask ; he does innumerable secret acts of charity and grace. Often leaving even the recipient of his kindness unenlightened unenlight-ened as to its source. When his time to leave this world comes, there will probably be no spectacular demonstration, no heralding of his greatness but he is one of the truly great. Proud of His Sons He has learned the difference between the truly great and little things of life. No outside storms can trouble his serenity. He is master of his own life. This man is the father of illustrious illus-trious sons. He is proud of them and the recognition they are receiving re-ceiving in their chosen fields. But not one of them will ever be greater great-er in the real senwe of the word than their unassuming father. He doesn't live in the past and the future as most of us do. He lives in the present and is a splendid splen-did example of what the poet had in mind when writing these words: "True worth is in being, not seeming, seem-ing, In dointr each dav that goes bv Some little gpod; not in dreaming, f great tnings to do by and by VINEYARD Reporter Phone Ol-R-4 MRS. GEORGE F. WELLS Mrs. Henry Moulton and daughter daugh-ter Carrol and son Heber and Mrs. Sylvan Rasband of Heber City visited here with relatives Wednesday. Wed-nesday. Mrs. Jennie Fox was a Salt Lake visitor Friday. ENJOYABLE PARTY Preparations are complete for one of the best socials of the sea son to ibe held Tuesday evening in the ward hall. The program will begin promptly at 8:30 with Mrs. Lena Andrea son and Joy O. Clogg in charge of the entertainment. Contest games will be staged and a hypnotist will be present to work on all wide awakes. Following Follow-ing an hour of indoor games, the group will adjourn to the amusement amuse-ment hall grounds where a large bonfire will Ik- lighted and wein-ers wein-ers and marshmallows roasted. The refreshments committee comprises com-prises Mr. and Mrs. John Larsen and Mr. and Mrs. Earl Toone. Community singing and outdoor games will be enjoyed. An invitation invita-tion to all married folks of the ward has been extended and they are urged to come dressed as a misfit. A small fee will be charged to help defray expenses. The party is sponsored by the gospel doctrine class of the Sunday school. Miss Joan Murdoch arrived home from Elko, Nevada, where she has spent several months the guest of her sister Mrs. Grant Turner. All parents of the ward are urged to attend Sunday school Sunday morning where a special parent-teachers meeting will be held. Matters of importance are to be discussed pertaining to the Vineyard school. Mrs. Janette McMullin of Heber City has spent the week here visiting with relatives. R CLUB MEETS Mrs. Harold Holdaway assisted ty Mrs. Wesley Maag entertained entertain-ed members of the R club Friday afternoon at the "home of the former. Two tables of rook was played and work was done on a beautiful quilt the club members are making. A delicious luncheon was served to Mrs. Ellis Orme, Mrs. Ray Holdaway, Mrs. Rulon Russon, Mrs. C. M. Stone, Mrs. Carlyle Bunker, Mrs. Lowell P. Varley, Mrs. Antoine Bunker, Mrs. Clark Nelson, Mrs. Lowell Lar-sen, Lar-sen, Mrs. Roy Warner, Mrs. Thomas Thom-as Spalding, Mrs. Roy Gammoji, Mrs. Earl Toone, Mrs. Ray Gammon, Gam-mon, Mrs. Clyde Holdaway, Mrs. Edmond Spalding and the 'hostesses. 'host-esses. Joseph Blake, son of Mr. I and Mrs. James T. Blake, is con- valescing at his home from a THAT AINT R16HT! ETIQUET. COP1MMT Y NCA MftVlCr. . OVOi Howdy, folks! The honeymoon is over when she no longer telephones tele-phones him an hour after he leaves the house to ask if he still loves her. The height of sarcasm is when your friends call you "Commodore" "Commo-dore" just because you own an outboat motorboat. SPORT SECTION Ivory Ida is so dumb she thinks those wire muzzles are put on baseball umpires to keep them from biting the players. SC f Mrs. Gashouse Gus ha had her face lifted, we are informed. Golly, they'll steal anything nowadays ! ;Jc f f Lives of golfers all remind us We can tell what fibs we please. But we'll never hope to equal Lies that anglers tell with ease! "f Famous expert predicts that television will be in widespread operation by 1941. Just too late for the next national political campaign, cam-paign, thank heaven! THOUGHT FOR TODAY' ! The difference between a man and a woman is that a man never feels comfortable in a new hat. sjc ift Joe Bungstarter thinks he is qualified for a job nn floorwalker, floor-walker, as he has a pair of twins at home that have just finished teething. if. f. if. I'd hate to be a botanist. Their life is sure no joke, They've got to handle everything, Including poison oak! 3fe if. if. if. "Flesh-colored" stockings are popular again this summer. Why doesn't someone start a craze for flesh -colored complexions. $f f. f. YE DIARY Mighty earlie up, and by petrol buggy to the prlntery, and heigh-ho! heigh-ho! to work, it bein great pleasure plea-sure to he at my business betimes, and not waiting Until the last minute to write my, stint, but turning out my copy in the earlie morning hours, when the birdies do be chirping on the boughs, and the printers, honest fellows, do be singing merrilie at their tasks. And so do finish by scrivenlng in all good times, and to lunch. if. if. if. Walter, fetch me an order of strawberry shortcake, and be sure there is a strawberry in it! tonsil operation performed Thursday Thurs-day morning at Provo. Mrs. Marious Mills. Mrs. Clarence Clar-ence Pilling and daughter. Ardath and Theora and son. Buddie Ross I of Price visited here Friday and aaiuraay witn .oar. mm mis. Thomas Wells. Mrs. Milton Holdaway entertained enter-tained for a number of out of Ltown friends Friday afternoon at her home. rterreshments were served. The guests present were Mrs. Peter Nelson of Los Angeles, Cal., Mrs. Walter Elison, Mrs. Stephen Lloyd, Mrs. Birdie Chapman Chap-man and daughters Miss LaVon and Miss Mary Ruth Chapman, all of Salt Lake. The Byzantine Greeks used an inflammable and destructive compound com-pound similar to liquid fire. This compound was poured from caldrons cal-drons and flung in pots. Iowa claims to be the dryest of the wet states just like the lad who fell into the creek only up to his elbows, ,ttb a w m By WILLIAMS WELL. HE AlWT RHbHT EITHER HE SHOULD SAY, Xf0 MAAE PUT A FENCE UP BEFORE X STARTED, IP ro OP KNOWN THEOT WAS A FATHEAD UK.E YOU LOOSE AROUND HER. T. M. MC U. 5. PAT. Off - rt IMC. There is a commercial use for every part of the shark. Its skin becomes leather its organs yield oU, its head makes glue, its bones become fertilizer, and its teeth are used by jewelers. BY CAST OF CHARACTERS PATRICIA WARRF.IV, krrnlnr, nrrrrtary to Don Monteray, actor-playwrijrkt. actor-playwrijrkt. TRISSY WARRKN. Fata' counln and roommate In fn York. DON MOXTERAY, I'ntricla'a actor-employer. ROSAMOND AKERS, Patrlela'a rival. Yeaterdayt Pat beeomea the ahield between Don and the ont-aide ont-aide world. At the name time ahe la falling In love with Don. CHAPTER IV 'T'HE days passed quickly, be-coming be-coming more clock-like with every passing hour. Pats ran her little office with a master hand. She wrote letters, answered the telephone, handled love-sick femininity, fem-ininity, reporters and budding authors au-thors with tactful efficiency. And she learned to wait with feverish anticipation for the rare times when Don sent for her, when she found him tumbled as to hair, exultant ex-ultant with creative prowess. One evening, remaining late to finish her work, Pats went to the drug store for a sustaining malted milk. Stepping from the elevator on her return she saw a girl enter en-ter her office. The living room door beyond stood open. As plans for the circumvention of the girl's obvious intention flitted through her mind, Don appeared in the act of closing the door. "Rosie . . ." he gasped and Pats received the impression that his cordiality was more than a little forced. Rosie that was the name of the girl whose letter he had refused to answer. "How are you?" He extended his hand but the girl ignored it. With a glad cry she threw her arms around' his neck and kissed him lingcring-ly. lingcring-ly. THE girl was pretty in a hard, brittle way. She was tall and willowy, her hair was definitely red. her eyes luminously brown. Pats, busying herself at the desk, could not help hearing every word that was said. She thought the girl a trifle overdone, too perfect as to lipstick and rouge, the waves of her hair too painfully even, the little curls in front of her ears too obviously arranged. "I thought you were in Hollywood," Holly-wood," Don said, extricating himself him-self from the girl's embrace. "What happened to your contract?" con-tract?" "It was a beastly contract," Rosie complained. "I walked out on it." "Not a very wise procedure in the picture game," Don commented com-mented mildly. Rosie's tone became sweetly aggrieved. ag-grieved. "I was lost without you, Don." Hesitating the fraction of a second, she asked, childishly wistful, "You wanted me to come, Mdn't you?" A' ----- - - ana it u conferr ertrTtf jmx k. a mummm tmms. A n.mmnm wiTT pj to tbe party of the B g IpV M 2 "T', g isoo.oo) Donn,. 1L I I I I iT m. I ASS A I II II I For; Dead or Useless Horses and Cows ILJSiSilia IMcfle 2s If Mow 2imapaimy We Also Biiy Dead Sheep and- Hogs. Pho oe Us Immediately for Prompt Serrice Phones.: One Mile West of Spanish Fork 88 Enterprise 30 Sugar Factory HIHE$T PRICES PAID FOR HIDES, SHEEP PELTSL WOOL and RAW FURS GEO. PRICE, Manager Yes Versus No By X REPORTER It all started in Hollywood. Mighty moguls of tbe movies, having hav-ing more money to spend than they knew how to spend wisely, 1 hired large staffs of useless underlings under-lings who, knowing nothing of the business they were in, etood in semi-circles around the great men's futuristic desks and said, "Yes, Mr. Mogul." In time even Mr. Mogul came to know he was being "yessed" instead of served with ideas or performances, and "yes-man" became be-came a term of epprobrium in the movie realm. It still is, but the yessers have learned a new technique that baffles and befuddles be-fuddles all but the truly wise. The newswriters and gagmen of Hollywood, by constant and sometimes rasping reference to the yes-men, made their lot a little harder and their existence considerably more precarious. And at the same time, through the length and breadth of this fair land (as the orators have it), they made rising young assistants as-sistants and junior executives in all enterprises so yes-conscious that those juniors struck the word out of their vocabularies. As a consequence, full many a noble idea now is born to blush unseen because the ranks of the juniors are now self-trained to shout "no" at the top of their lungs the minute "the old man" gives voice to even the mildest or more hackneyed suggestion. So serious has this habit become be-come that, I a'most believe, if the top-kicker in certain businesses busi-nesses were suddenly to burst forth with an advocacy of such a time-honored t ustom as closing clos-ing the books on the last night of the month, the -ranks of the juniors would shou: him down be- LOUISE HOLMES "Naturally I'm glad to see you," the gentleman in Don responded. "I knew you would be, Don," she went eagerly on. "I have an idea. You know Baker is producing produc-ing another red-head show in New York. It's the chance I've been w.iiting for. You'll holp me get in, won't you?" "Now listen, Rosie" Don's tone vas faintly exasperated. "I knew you wouldn't fail me," she interrupted. "You're my own darling and of course you'll heip me." Her voice fairly dripped with ingratiating sweetness. "Honestly I'd like to, Rosie. You know I've always helped you in the past, but I have no drag with Baker." "Don't be silly, Don." Out of the corner of her eye Pats saw the brilliant Rosie cross the room and perch herself on the arm of Don's chair. A consuming fury suddenly possessed Pats. "Don, darling," Rosie cooed, with her cheek pressed to his, ''You wouldn't let me down. All I need is an introduction to Baker " "Sorry, Rosie." He disengaged her clinging arms and got to his feet. Look, he went on it was obviously a last stand "I got you a place in the pictures when you came to me in Hollywood. That was your chance." "But I was lonely without you." She laid her bright, smooth head on his shoulder. "They weren't nice to me, Don," she said pathetically. pa-thetically. Pats heard Don heave a great sigh, knew that he had lost the battle. "I'll do what I can," he said quietly. "We'll sec Baker tomorrow." tomor-row." Rosie threw her arms around his neck, she laughed and kissed him. She danced away and back to kiss him again. Her tears had vanished. "rjARLING, darling, Don." she gushed. Pats, furious, picked up the telephone directory and slammed it down. Behind the ridiculous ri-diculous glasses her eyes filled with angry tears. What right had this girl to impose herself upon Don? Ushering Rosie to the door he stopped beside Pats' desk. "This is Rosamond Akers," he announced in a tired voice. "My secretary, Rosie, Miss er Warren." War-ren." Pats murmured something, politely. po-litely. Rosie nodded briefly, darting dart-ing amused glances from Pats to Don. Plainly her expression said, "Where in the world did you find this?" Pats felt the color creep into her cheeks but they had forgotten for-gotten her. "You'll take me to dinner, won't you, Don?" Rosie asked, prettily. i irv i 75 it iiiiiiirv iv L2 We Will Call For and Pay Cash, " - - Aifrayg Open For Business H i fore they realized what he wjl f j talking about. Now maybe I'm a bit too hf J J; on the younger set. We feruws V who have started to get gray gray around the ears, are inclined K to De a. iiLLie impatient " 1 "noes" even when they're for th good of our souls and we know it. So the purpose of his little piece is not to excus or glorify backward old mosebacks who maj really need to be jolted out of theii self-complacence occasionally,' by fast-stepping youngsters. It is rather intended to warn the young moderns who are 'or the ladder of achievement in J hotly competitive world th there's another opposite statr that is no more admirable th' that of the chronic yes-man. That is. the no-man. Squaw Creek, June 17. Provo Newspaper Mush Hank be came running r down the creek this motning hollering hol-lering something about eclipse of sun. Turned out to be mud sputtered sput-tered on his new spectacles. Indian Charlie has started nonstop non-stop sleep from breakfast to lum h to dinner. Pretty mad today because be-cause he had to move to east side of cabin in afternoon to keep un out of eves. PIUTE JOE. 1937, NEA SrvK, Iqc He thrust his hands into hi trouser pockets with a gesture r.f futility. "I suppose so," he sighed. "Some lovely place." she car-roled car-roled rapturously. "I want to walk in and have people stare at me and wonder who the girl is with Don Monteray. I have n duck of a gown, Don. You'll be proud of me." He was edging her toward the door. "I'm in 1014. Come down in about an hour." With a wave of her white hand she was gone. Pats said, "If you'll sign thesr; letters, Mr. Monteray I'm sorry to be so late." v Don passed his hand over hp handsome head. "Oh-h," he muttered, mut-tered, "is there no limit?" He threw out his arms in a helpless, half-comical gesture. "I'm in for it," he stated. "Let the letters go till tomorrow, d'you mind?" "CERTAINLY, Mr. Monteray." Pats cleared her desk and prepared to depart. Don dropped into a chair, seemed inclined to talk. "When I was a kid in Missouri, Rosie's father was our yard man. j 1 h?y ved in a cottage on the : Place, I used to play with the boys. Akers was a fine old chap . . ." He frowned thoughtfully. thought-fully. "I don't remember Rosie in those days: she says she was a mere baby. I would have sworn there was only one girl, older. She would have been about 27 or 28 now . . ." To herself Pats said, "That's Rosie. Men are so easily fooled." Don talked on moodily. "My mother was awfully good to them, we all were, and when Rosie appeared ap-peared in Hollywood I turned heaven and earth to help her. I guess I started something," he ended with a rueful shrug. Pats put on her hnt she had a savage impulse to trample it under un-der her feet buttoned her loosely hanging jacket and stood, darkly-gloved darkly-gloved hands folded over ner neat purse. For the first time in her life she was seething with jealousy, jeal-ousy, green-eyed with hate. Another An-other woman was going out tonight to-night with Don Monteray. And she, Pats, with her golden curls hidden, the roses in her cheeks camouflaged with nasty make-up, the beautiful lines of her figure caricatured with frumpy clothes, stormed inwardly at the cruel injustice of fate. "Good night," she said, and Don looked up, startled out of his harassed thoughts. "Oh good night." The street lights blurred before Pats' eyes as she trudged home in her hateful shoes. (To e Continued) NJ( as High as Piute Joe l ft k I: |