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Show PAGE TWO PROVO (UTAH) SUNDAYHEJRALD, SlLPAYr.P.??UARY23f 1941,. SECTION TWO Swum lam I'uLlUhad K.very Sunday Morning (Daily KeraU Kvirry Afternoon Kxcrpt t-'aturday and Hundiyi Published by th Herald Corporation. (0 South Ftrat West ft i art. t'rovo. t'iti. FniT-d a aernnd rlaaa mailer at tli ttoatorrica In l-tovo, Itah, umit-r the, act of Marco .):. Oilman, Nlrol liu'hnion. Ntittonnl Advertiain repre-entatlvi, repre-entatlvi, cr York, Hun r'rinrUro. Detroit, llonon, to) Arnc!, ChlraK. Mi'mtx-r I'nlud 1'rexH. N, K. A. Kirvli-e, IMItora' Kxcliaiitf . th --1 1 1' t Us(u of New mia pcr and Audit Uureau l Circulation, Bubacrtimon termi ny carrier in ITtah county, 10 nnll tna month, 00 for alx montlia In advance; li.ii tha year. In advance; t mall In county. J5 00; outnlda county 15. It tha year In advance.. -Liberty Ihroueh all tha land" Tha l,lterty Bell The Herald will not fts?uma financial responsibility for any errora which may appear In advertisement puMlwhed In It column. In those Instancea hw the papvr la at fault, ! will reprint tliat part of the advertisement In which tha typographical mistake occur. GOOD HOSPITAL, COMMUNITY PROTECTION He is on his way to the hospital, this little lad in whose future lies the hope and promise of proud parentage. What does he want in this hospital? First of all, he wants capable physicians and surgeons sur-geons skilled in the art and science of medicine. Next, he wants skilled and understanding nurses. He wants the hospital to be equipped with scientific sci-entific and mechanical devices that will not only assist doctors and nurses to combat disease but will also contribute to his comfort. He wants good food. He wants a well-managed institution, clean and orderly, where, even to the casual observer, it is evident that care is exercised, where essentials are always at hand, and waste and extravagance scrupulously scrupu-lously avoided. We wants to be received with sympathy and courtesy. He wants to find a spirit of service and charity, of sympathy and understanding. If it has these qualities he knows he .will find good doctors and nurses, the utmost in scientific instruments which will aid in restoring him to health. Utahns in this territory who have a child of their own, "on his way to the hospital," are indeed fortunate fortun-ate in having close at hand, ready for any emergency, such an institution as the Utah Valley Hospital, right here in Provo. It answers all the requirements of "service, charity, sympathy and understanding." Many Provoans fail to realize that here is a completely equipped hospital, equalled by few in the country for hospitals of its size. It is' perhaps the best equipped institution of its kind in the West. New, modern, completely equipped, manned by a competent staff of physicians and surgeons, with every nurse a graduate of an accredited school, the Utah Valley Hospital is an instiuttion of which we all may justly be proud. . So Long Ago! Nothing changes more markedly than styles in humor. If you don't believe it, consider the death in Chicago the other day of Mr. J. J. McKenna, 87. That is a ripe ofd age. But within that.4ife-&, whole woiidaa reflected by its style of humor, has changed. For McKenna was one of the characters char-acters of Finley Feter Dunne's famous "Mr. Dooley" discourses, dis-courses, sometimes under his own name of McKenna, sometimes some-times as "Mr. Hennessey." The Dooley discourses were a riot in their day, couched in so thick a brogue as to be almost incomprehensible today. But they had a lot of homely wisdom in them, even so. "They'se wan consolation; an' that if, if th' American people can govern thimselves, they can govern anny thing that walks." So Mr. Dooley. "An what' d ye do with Aggy what-d'ye-call him?" asked Mr. Hennessey. (Aguinaldo, the Philippine leader). "Well," Mr. Dooley replied with brightening eyes, "I know what they'd do with him in this ward. They'd give that pathrite what he asks, an' thin they'd throw him down an' take it away fr'm him." Just like signing a non-aggression pact with Hitler. 'Make Up Your H teks' -4- -fi )bT' -w.V 1 rk : WtWft - hl7JJr fff .1 1 Mind, Sis ter We OUT OUR WAY THIS S KAAKES If CORPORALS IN OUR COM PAN V TO M-WCE US LIVE UP TO OUR DUTY - - BUT TH' WORST THAT LET Uf-J l"r, I If'' . .1 - "T-. , COP. 141 BY MtA SFRVICE. INC, tfi. Rtv v, r. mi . orr - New Now History Twenty-five Yeara Ago Today From the Vile of The Provo lit raid Feb. 23, 1916. Guy Hafen, delivering- an address ad-dress on "George Washington, the Servant," won the George II. Heindselman gold medal in a Washington's birthday oratorical contest at Brigham Young university, uni-versity, lie won by a two to one vote over R. R. Lewis. Judges were L. E. Eggertsen, J. M. Jensen Jen-sen and Miss Armorel Dixon. County commissioners instructed instruc-ted the sheriff to turns over the prisoners at the county jail for work on the county roads. Manager J. B. Ashton of the ColumWa theatre e ntertained about 25 inmates of the county infirmary in-firmary at a vaudeville. The transportation-to and from the theatre was furnished by the Commercial club. The Provo Post Indian -War Veterans elected the following officers of-ficers for the ensuing year: Henry Cluff, captain; Albert Jones, adjutant ad-jutant and quartermaster; James E. Snow, lieutenant; William Gammon, color bearer. Bishop A. L. Booth went tq Brigham City to attend the funeral services for Heber Boden, a former missionary companion. Dr. Fred W. Taylor delivered a lecture on "The Big Trees of California" before the Nature Study club. Ain't Waiting' m - ' I Ft AWFUL. HE OUR MOTHERS v-fr-M i rAM'T OMIT CORPORALS HAVE TO WATCH A HULL SQUAD WHERE OURS ONLY THEY WONT QUIT HAVE. T ONE 1 f, .. .. PRIVATE CORPORALS I Was By ELSIE C. CA11ROLL. I was thinking as I sat listening listen-ing to a national broadcast over the radio a short time ago, that sometimes dreams dreamed long enough and worked for hard enough do come true. I was thinking think-ing that sometimes life produces success stories as thrilling and satisfying as those of such authors as Horatio Algier. The broadcast was a dramatization of one of the spectacular episodes in the story of the Boulder Dam. The scene was the world-famed Ryan electrical elec-trical laboratory at Stanford Uni-iversity, Uni-iversity, and the moment was that in which after months and months of painstaking and dangerous research re-search into the secrets of electricity, elec-tricity, one of the greatest electrical electri-cal engineers of today made final tests on experiment which determined de-termined important facts concerning concern-ing the conduction of electricity from the dam to Los Angeles. The hero of the drama was Dr. Joseph S. Carroll, former resident (X Provo and alumnus of Brigiiam Young university. The broadcast, in a manner tl;at must have made the listening parents of the great i-cientist tingle with pride, presented the details of the unprecedented experiment ex-periment so vividly that the listen-', er could almost see the huge apparatus ap-paratus which had to be constructed con-structed and installed before the tests could be made, that he almost al-most could feel the charged atmosphere at-mosphere in the immense dark laboratory at the critical moment when the switches were finally manipulated to send the sputtering sput-tering sparks through . the air demonstrating that the months of work of the doctor and his as- S sistants had been successful. Thoughts Go Back-As Back-As I listened, my thoughts went back a quarter of a century, and I saw a young boy during his first year at Brigham Young university, uni-versity, surrounded with wires and batteries and transformers working with the same consecrated conse-crated devotion with which Edison as a youth must have worked. One day out of the conglomeration of electrical materials emerged a toaster made from tin plates and hand-wound coils. Another day-it day-it "was a fire-starter, controlled by an alarm clock. Again it was a bread-raiser, and once a "chicken-shocker" to train the neighbors chicken from the porch. I thought of the patience and persistence and long, long hours of work that went into each of these and many other electrical inventions of that year. I recalled, too that though this boy had lived until then in a little village in Southern Utah where he had never seen electricity, electri-city, he had acquired from the study of books on the subject before be-fore lie came to Provo to school, such expert knowledge that unassisted un-assisted he wired the house we were living in, and the job passed with unquestioned approval of the city inspector. Inspiring Example Dr. Carroll is an inspiring example ex-ample of what can be accomplished accom-plished by one who early has a definite . aim and sticks doggedly to it. I wonder how he felt as he sat in the studio that night listened to the glowing eulogy accorded ac-corded him as one of the outstanding outstand-ing scientists of our time whose work is an unmeasurable blessing to humanity. I wondered if he remembered re-membered the days so long ago when he was poring over electrical elec-trical textbooks in Orderville or charging the doorknob of his tiny bedroom-laboratory in the little blue house in north-east Provo to keep inquisitive and meddlesome niece and nephew and their friends from interfering with his "inventions." "inven-tions." I wondered if the work on the great Boulder Dam cables was any more thrilling or exciting than his work on the tin-plate toaster. I wondered, too, how it feels to be a genius and to hear fhinking By William ARMY EITHER 'I , ,)j BUT THEIR. HI II f V , ,l YVAICH i AND m mwv v. w r sT . T.R.WiLKAM Red Cross Goes Snappy J i ? ; f i f Volunteer women workers in the nation's 3700 chapters of the American Red Cross will wear this new outdoor uniform, designed de-signed by Elizabeth Hawes and modeled by Frances Orth of national na-tional headquarters staff in Washington. Wash-ington. Featuring functional simplicity, sim-plicity, the uniform is of blue-grey blue-grey wool gabardine, with Red Cross emblems on ' cap and sleeves. Different colored shoulder shoul-der straps will differentiate the various Red Cross corps. the world's thanks for your gifts to it. Of one thing I was sure: the success and the praise would not turn Dr. Carroll's head. He would still be our unassuming, lovable Joe, perhaps just a little more eager to get back to his laboratory to go on with his work. EASY TO BUY YOUR U.J L.u.ii:! There's no satisfaction comparable compar-able to that in owning your own home. Built to your taste, designed for the individual comfort and convenience of your family. It's easy to do now! Mortgages can be paid off in equal monthly sums . . . just like rent. SEE US! n. S. QUOTES flGSIGY 174 West Center : rhone 8G iki" J' r, O SERIAL STORY BY RUTH AYERS YI-STPHIIAYl Am I xmmIbt home. The audition failure. Sbr In runiltiK lnrk a her K. April drrida to runt r mm. to tnkr Krnt to ihe inii, llf hum rbansrrd. lie klaara Urr nanln hat thla l an entirely tlirreat kiaa. At lnt he aakai "Hkf aid yan do II, Aprllf aaaes an other arnlpT" . , "ANN WILL NEVEK KNOW" CHAPTER XIII jPRIL felt her fingers freezing. and after awhile she realized her feet were numb and soggy wet from standing in the snow back t the garage. You have it all wrong, Kent," she whimpered, much as Nip, the puppy, did when he was hurt. "No, I think not." Kent's words chipped like icicles. "You stumbled stum-bled on a situation which amused you and made the most of it." "Please, you're not being fair." Tair?" He gave a short laugh and went on, "You fooled me, of course. Your voice and Ann's are alike. You wore her coat. You had some diabolical way of discovering dis-covering where we had our favorite favor-ite outing." "You'll understand, if you'll let me explain." . . He ignored this and with a quick, hurtful grip on her arm, iemanded, ; "Where's Ann?" "Ann she went away." - By some miracle, April stopped short. Ann didn't want Kent to know about the audition. It would be even worse to tell him now that the great hour with Vivano had been a failure. Besides, Kent was opposed to Ann's hoped-for career. White night, she thought, Chite lie. "You see," sne vi stammering, "Ann didn't know you were com ing home. She was on a little- vacation. 1 hey re all away, Mother and Dad and Ann." "When will Ann be back?" "Soon oh,, very soon." April's teeth were clicking, her tongue riumb. lilae the rest of her. "Tell me, how when did you know I was April?" For . one small word spoken kindly! For one second when that harsh mask on his face lifted! Then she could speak to him out of her heart. - TUT not Kent. He repeated her words. "When did I know? He was speaking as if he relished hurting her. "I'll say this for you, April, you'd make a great actress I think you've missed a career, . WINS AWARD Distinction of receiving the "Scott" prize for. the best brief written for the annual Ames competition com-petition at Harvard university law school has been won by Dwight L. King, of Provo, 1939 graduate of Brigham Young university uni-versity college of commerce. Mr. King and his partner were adjudged best of 150 members of the second year law class. He is a son of Mr. and Mrs. Emery King of Provo. Out of a total of 44,113.147 births recorded by the census bureau in the past 23 years, male births exceed ex-ceed female births by 1,200,575. SPECIAL ! YOUR. CHOICE OF i Cleansing Creoni IMUltlFlID CLIANSINO CHAM for dry, thin, mmnmttivm skins. Its fine, soothing sooth-ing tmulsified oils thoroughly remove dust, sulamaks-up... leaving skin with a suppla-ilnooth feeling. PIN9C CUANStNS CXEAM ( Cold -Cream Type) for normal or alightty dry skins. Fluffy as whipped cream. Coaxes skin to look radiantly fresh. Perfect for young complexions. UCJimNS CUANS2NS CHAM for norma or oily skins. Melts quickly, cleanses skin thoroughly of clogging dirt, surplus oil, caked powder. Helps skin look youthfully fine, dewy-clean. mum $U5 size i:.ilf.fcu;;d m T Li oash NO. 2 WEST CENTER DRAFTED FOR LOVE You've wasted your talents being the town belle. How is it you haven't heard the call of Broadway Broad-way or Hollywood?" The red temper under the yellow yel-low hair began to rise in self-defense. self-defense. "We can skip that," April said. , "Naturally, I'm not proud of the things I said about you," he spoke gruflly, "I apologize." "Oh, think nothing of it." If he could be brittle, so could she. Just hurry on with the story of how you discovered my true colors." "If it hadn't been for the shock of that accident at camp, you couldn't have fooled me, blind or not. Maybe my nerves were on edge; maybe I wasn't clicking. But looking back, I can see where should have known who you were right from the start, lhe trick you used to get out of the date the first night I was home. The clumsy way you built the fire on the hill. The crazy speeding you did on the drive home last night. It was Aunt Elizabeth Carter Car-ter who gave the final clew. No wonder you didn't want to face her." "And what did Aunt Elizabeth say?" She was fighting to keep the break out of her voice. Kent snorted and at that min ute he wasn't unlike his great aunt. "She said," he began, "a girl like Ann Burnett with such a Dresden doll face and that head of yellow curls must love you a great deal to burn her fingers over a barbecue." April saw the clock on the dashboard. dash-board. Fifteen minutes to train time. She pushed her numb foot on the gas pedal. It didn't seem to matter any more whether she kept up the bravado. "I see," she said. "Then your Aunt Elizabeth hates me, too." Kent looked away. No, as a matter of fact, she admired your Fpirit. But never mind what she thinks. I'll be on that train a few minutes and there's one tiling you'll have to answer to me about." "Yes." "What possessed you to pre tend to me that you were Ann?" APRIL started the car. It jolted, Xi- wheels spinning, churning, so that for a minute it seemed as if it would never pull away. Once safely moving again, April was so cold, so near the breaking point, that she couldn't think clearly The only thing that was sharp in her mind was Ann's letter. Ann was coming home to her beloved Kent. . She said the first thing that floated through her brain. "I did -S- Cranium Crackers FOREIGN RIVERS If you were a Volga boatman, and floated down that river to its outflow, you would end up in the Caspian Sea. Listed below are 10 other famous foreign rivers and their destination; can you pair them up correctly! 1. Jordan (a)Atlantic Ocean 2. Ganges 3. Don 4. Rhine 5. Po 6. Marne 7. Nile 8. Amazon 9. Danuba (b) Adriatic Sea (c) Dead Sea (d) North Sea (e) Mediterranean (f) Bay of Bengal (g) Sea of Azov (h) Black Sea (i) Persian Gulf 10. Euphrates (j) Seine River Answers on Page Eight u-lL'JfJL. 5 x w K4 LIMITED TIME J cm 111 ijLi4n PHONE 3 $S JL i - TUSSY Clf ANS'NG CREAM Tm!::XuH(lc7 c s 4 v,. jy v COPYRIGHT. 141. NEA SERVICE. INC it because I felt sorry for you." The one thing he hated! Pity, sympathy. But when she tried to stammer i further explanation, he cut her hort. "Never mind," he said, "I think we understand each other perfectly." The roadster chain-clattered across the bridge, reared the track siding and the station. T'.:ere was something else. Something important impor-tant that hod made April see Kent tonight. In the daze of fast falling fall-ing snow, in the nightmare of her own cold and feveriihness, she tried to grasp it. "Kent," she began, "whatever I've done, I'm sorry." No, that wasn't it. That wasn't what she'd meant to say. In the fog of her thoughts, the name 'Ann" leaped out again. "It's Ann!" she cried. "Ann! Promise you'll never tell Ann that I let you make love to me, Kent. I couldn't bear for her to know. I'd die rather than hurt her. You've got to promise." Nothing else was of any im portance. She felt the tiny hat slipping off ' her head; she was sure her hands were frozen stiff to the steering wheel; but otherwise, she was lost in the white confetti shower that danced before her eyes. "No, I'll never tell Anr,,M she heard Kent say. "What happened between us, is over, dead, wiped out. It's as if it never happened." "Thank you, Kent. Thank you." "I love Ann," Kent was saying. "If I come out of this operation all right, I'm going to marry her." "She loves you, too, Kent." And now April was crying openly, bawling like a baby as she was to remember it afterwards. "You mean it?" "I know it. She's going to be waiting for you, Kent, praying you'll be all right. You're good, oh, you're very good, Kent, to say that what happened between us really never happened at alL mm AND now April's face was frozen with tears and tears stuck on her lashes, blinding her eyes as she wheeled the roadster up to the station platform. Wheeled and stopped. But not in time to hold back the terrible thud against the fender; the shocking, shock-ing, frightening lurch as the chain-banded tires struck something some-thing struck someone. Kent was out of the car in a flash as if second sight came to aid him in this emergency. Muffled and faint-sounding, the 7 o'clock express whistled at the bend, hurried on into Pattonsville. (To Be Continued) -s "Mythical Interviews with Famous People EMPEROR NERO INQUIRING REPORTER: What is that tune you're playing, Nero? It seems an apt accompaniment accom-paniment to the burning burn-ing of Rome, and you Beem to be playing quite well! NERO: It's my favorite . . . 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