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Show AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN 'They Got Me Covered' It Funniest Book of Year A NEW all-around champion has been crowned ... in the entertainment world. He is Bob Hope. Not satisfied with being rated tops on the radio, Number One In screen box office receipts, he ts au -hor of one of the nation'! best sellers, which Just about nails down this triple crown for Bob. "They Got Me Covered," Hope's autobiography, has been claimed by critics and readers alike as one of the year's funniest books. It is a hilarious story, in narrative form, of Bob Hope's life, generously gener-ously illustrated with photographs, in addition to having cartoons depicting de-picting sccnesjfrom his life. The book is now available at drug and department stores throughout America at 10 cents per copy with the purchase ot a Pepsodent product. This low price is possible because the sale of the book has been sponsored by the Pepsodent Company. Adv. Free, a Grand Cook-Book Standard Brands, Inc., Dept. 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HOTEL BEN LOMOND OQDEN, UTAH IS Roama 3M Batha . ti ll to M.N fully Kosau lot 4raauM Air Coaled Uengt and Labor Dlainf Baaa CaBTat 8haa Tap Haoaa Bom sf atary Klwaaia KxaraUvaa ' I irbaafa Optlalata "IS-1 t" Cfcaaabar a Catiafra aaai A4 Clafc Hotel Ben. Lomond OCDEN. CTAH Hakart K. VWck. Met, -VS. j ,- - . XT' , ' By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Weatarn Newspaper Union.) NOT content with having a very promising film career, ca-reer, Susan Hayward has turned actors' agent. Dining at a New Orleans hotel, she was impressed by the young singer and trumpet player with Chuck Foster's band; he stopped the show at every performance. to wnen ne was VIUU&Ill UVCI MJ IllCCfc I1CI S1IC 4UCf tioned him. Why wasn't he in films? Nobody'd asked him to be. Where did he come from? Los Angeles, An-geles, but he'd never been able to get near a film studio there I So Susan placed him under contract, con-tract, and arranged for his Hollywood Holly-wood debut at a cafe there. Hit name? Ray Robbins, professionally; profession-ally; in real life, it's Foster. A new romantic duo makes its debut in RKO's comedy, "Obliging Young Lady," in the persons of Ed-mond Ed-mond O'Brien and Ruth Warrick. RUTH WARRICK H recently scored in "A Girl, a Guy and a" Gob" and "Parachute Battalion." She made her film bow as Orson Welles' first wife in "Citizen "Citi-zen Kane," the picture that's been a springboard to moliofi picture contracts con-tracts tor so many actors and actresses. act-resses. Robert Taylor has an exceptionally exception-ally tough beard, and while he's being be-ing shaved talks about show horses, like his Arabian stallion; Clark Gable chats about guns and fish and venison,' under the same conditions, condi-tions, and he also has a tough beard. Spencer Tracy yells wisecracks wise-cracks at everybody while he's in the barber's chair. Bob Young makes a few remarks about his riding rid-ing horses. Jimmy Stewart sits and says nothing. All this information informa-tion from Jim Adamson, major domo of Metro's barber shop, who began snipping locks and news from movie stars way back in the days i of Inceville he's been at it tor 2 decades, and has his own Hollywood Who's Who. We're told that Ines Cooper, a Hollywood new comer, looks so much like Hedy Lamarr that experts ex-perts can't tell them apart. Miss Cooper has worked In "Unholy Partners" Part-ners" and "The Shadow of the Thin Man"; she's now appearing In "Mr. and Mrs. North," and Is slated for a role In "I Married an Ansel." None of these pictures have yet been released, yet she's already had a flourishing screen career. People whose memories go way, way back will remember Harold Lockwood, one of the big stars of bis time. His widow died recently, after having been a member of Paramount's make-up department are more foresighted financially ior nine vfuri. louar muvie Kujra i than were those old-timers. For ex ample Joel McCrea is listed by the i government not as an actor (though . he's been making pictures for 11 years) but as a good producer, thanks to the annual profit of approximately ap-proximately $5,000 which he makes from his ranch. i Madeline Lee, who's "Genevieve Blue" on the "Amos and Andy' j broadcasts, has found herself turn- j lng into a hat designer. She entered en-tered a hat designing class on a dare, found that she not only liked it but was good at it; now she makes all her own hats, and her friends besiege her to turn out little numbers num-bers for them. 4 Correction: Last week's itcrr. ; l.ahout "Tbe CUncolate Solditr'.' was , partly wrong; Metro's picture by , that name includes only music from , the operetta so known; the story . i the-one you're-fnmflinr with- tm- j dcr the title of "The Guardsman." ! OIUJS AM) t:DS- HKO hat ipmj St llrt'tiiiaii t littvt rmir a Ln for thurth srumrrs in "Joan oj Van," ! r rrmh star, and I'aul Henrnd . . I lliul Ahhmt and .on C.ostrllo will piny ' the leadinit rwnWy role, and Kathry n" Crayon and John Cirri, will hut, the j rtniimi Minting ipnri.f in ine net mm ir U'Mion i,l -Hi,, Htta" . Valln I'tditron return to hit fir it career, tlml j a tinner, in "Ufuftn for Scumlul," uhuh he hat tut completed with the m ur u rd Komlmd Kustell , . . I he 'iK "A llirule Huitt lor Two" . . Clue lliimK'i dmuhter Faith, mokr hr Itlm drhut in "Stupidon." S ' ' j , . I . ,f ;- p - w ,. SB Vanuhed LA J lr GEORGE THE 8T0RT 80 FA: Bosnd for th CMboufama sold country, six me lost their lives oa the Nottawar river. Bed M alone, Garrett Flalajr, brother ef oa of the six, aad Blaise, halt-breed faida, arrive at Nottaway posing as snrveyer. "She was so natural," Finlay J f "1t terrlbi! ,!ff But mat w Just tte b,lt to cttcn the mouse! Poor Red and Blaise! What have I done to them?" With a shiver he brushed her from , vanished Wlth hli 4S coverlng a. j direction of the last sound it was another man who lay there, a cold ! fighting man who waited like a cornered cor-nered wolverine for a movement in the scrub. 1 Evidently, from th fact that they had not shot him on the beach, their intention was to take him alive. Brush snapped behind him. His 1 eyes flashed back but saw nothing. ' They had him surrounded but could not reach him without drawing his fire so were playing safe. For minutes min-utes he lay rigid, listening. ,' ' Presently his roving eyes caught I the green plumes of a young spruce ' shivering as if touched by wind. ! But there was no wind. The spruce top moved into the notched rear sight of the .45. Again the spruce I quivered and Finlay glimpsed a pair of glittering eyes In a swart face. Like glass splintered by a hammer, the "b-rang!" of the .45 crashed on the silence of the bush. There was no face behind the spruce. "One gone!" Finlay muttered. Inching swiftly around to cover his rear. He was just in time. From behind the boll of a Jack-pine, eyes roved the undergrowth seeking his position. posi-tion. Finlay lined his sights. Then the full face and a shoulder edged into view. "Flambeau!" Again the forest rocked with the thunder of the .45. There was a scream followed by a stillness so intense in-tense it hurt the ear-drums. Then the liquid notes of a chickadee broke the spelL "Two gone!" But the jaws of the trap were closing on the bunted man. His firing fir-ing had marked his position. He must move. Quick! Flat on his chest he hunched to the sanctuary of another an-other spruce. From three sides came the snapping snap-ping of twigs as the hunters closed In on the hidden quarry. The eyes of the trapped man blazed with the fighting flame of a beast at bay. His nerves were ice as he knelt, watching in three directions for the rush that was coming. Suddenly there were yells and a thrashing in the brush. But the concealed con-cealed man would not be stampeded into showing himself. Then a ring of men simultaneously rushed a few yards, to fade, flattened to the earth. But one never moved again. A slug from the .45 had drilled his forehead. "Three gone!" "They're close in, now!" muttered Finlay. "The next one will reach me!" Then five men flung themselves at him. He found the white head of Tete-Blanche and the .45 flamed. Again it reared. They reached him and he fired point-blank into a grimacing grim-acing face. The face burst into a bloody mask. With his heavy gun he bludgeoned a black head that dove at him. Free, he stumbled back and swung at another. As he did there was a blinding flash of light in his eyes. He sagged to his knees, then to the earth. CHAPTER X At intervals, in Finlay's brain i flickered a dim consciousness of his "urroundings Through blurred thoughts filtered the sound of voices. only to die away. For, time and again, the dull pounding in his head drove him back into the abyss. But gradually he groped his way through the mental twilight and was aware of his splitting head and of an indefinable in-definable torture. Sharp pains sliced through his upper arms and les. He tried to move but his hands and feet were numb. Something held him like a vise. With difficulty Finlay peered through the cracks between his puffed eyelids. He was on the lip of a bog, lashed to a trimmed spruce sapling. For a time he stared stupidly stu-pidly at the four men with rifles watching him. Then, into his dazed brain shot the memory of the fight on the shore. So they had clubbed him from behind? It seemed long . agv very frmg ago. - 1 They had him lashed hand and foot with rawhide thongs, the victim vic-tim of clouds of black flies that hovered around him like smoke What would they do? Shoot him or Ic.-ive him to be stung to death by ; the flies and mosquitoes' Men had u" fl lh" ln wn'l- "e heard tortured lips twisted in a smile. It had been a fight while jt lasted. Ue' i got three - perhaps' 'four' They'd remember that: But the man he wanted, whom he'd promised Bob he'd get, stood there with a leer on his hideous face under its thatch of yellowish-white hair. He'd missed Tete-B'.anche. Beside him were Ba-to'-he and two others, one a bow-legged bow-legged dwarf with the darting eyes of a niink Tetn. MARSH -INSTALLMENT NINE Finlay reeilvei aa anonymous, letter saffesttag that the sis me were not drewaed as reported. Suspicion prevail that leader, rich tor man, has asad a. fold strlk and alms I keep pro pec tort at of Che cMatry at any cost Th three "How you like fly, surveyor?" taunted Tete-Blanche. "Mosqult be start to make hees music, soon, and you swell up like poison dog." There was laughter from the three breeds. Finlay's face, neck and arms were stippled with blood. On his head was a lump left by the clubbed gun. His eyes were almost closed. "You winl" Finlay groaned. "You win, now, but tell Isadora that a police po-lice plane is due here from Ottawa in September. Mounted Police! Ever hear of them? You win, now, but you'll hang before the snow flies! Think that overt" The four breeds exchanged startled star-tled looks. Then Tete-Blanche stood over the man lashed to the spruce. The feral eyes in his grotesque face with its broken nose glittered. Finlay Fin-lay had seen such eyes in a trapped wolf. "Tree good men you shoot!" he snarled. "Now you pay for dem!" A wave of exultation beat through the man who was about to die. He had made them pay. Death held little terror. He bad looked it full in the eyes before. But In the slow hours of unspeakable torture that awaited him he faced an end of which be had never dreamed. An icy sweat burst from his body. But what lay in his heart these men should never see. He squinted through the slits which were now his What would they do? eyes at the venomous face of Tete-Blanche Tete-Blanche and said: "I wanted you. handsome, for myself! my-self! Now the rope'U get you. It's too bad to soil an honest rope!" Tete-Blanche thrust his" leering face close to Finlay's. The pupils of his eyes dilated like those of a snake. "You get de kiss from fly and mosquit', now, not de woman!" he jeered. "Bonsoir, M'sieu' Feen-lee!" Feen-lee!" He made a mocking bow. "We see you in de mornin'! You swell up good by denl Look like beeg fat man! Bo'-jo', M'sieu' Feenlee! I wish you sleep good!" The breed waved his hand across Finlay's face. On the little finger was a ring of hammered gold. "Bob's ring!" A storm of hate beat through the man trussed to the tree. He strained desperately against the thongs that held him but Tete-Blanche had done his work well. As they left, Batoche struck Finlay Fin-lay in the mouth. "Dat ees for Joe Flambeau!" Blood burst from Finlay's split lips as he flung back: "Sorry I missed you, you yellow dog!" Garry Finlay was alone with the horror of the' coming night. He gazed through his fast closing, eyes at the rose afterglow above him. "Last sunset: Last twilight, Garry!" he muttered. He filled his rungs with the spruce-sweet air and looked long at the black silhouettes of tree tops etched on the horizon. "Slow death from poisoning and shock! Slow death!" He was young and life was good. Out it. was over, now! He peered hungrily at the fading flush in the sky. "Last evening, Garry!" tie 'thowfiM' of die kyal- Red and Blaise anxiously bunting the shore; of his family and of the grave on the Waswanipi. 'Two of us, now, Bob!" he groaned. "He's got your ring! I saw it! Two instead of one, Bob, and I promised to 'get Tete-Blanche for you!" Again and again he wrenched at th- thonRs- on hhi" wrists until his lac erated skin and the throb of his head stopped him. "Sergeant Gar-rett Gar-rett Finlay, ''of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, lost on dutyl Lost neglecting his duty! I begged for the detail and I got it And this is whut I've done with It walked Into a trtp with my eyes open! Forgot duty and u clean record for a lying cheat of a girl! Red, Blaise!" he pleaded. "Forgive me for what 've done to you! " 111 t Vien Prnn. PuUishln. C& vyLHUSirvicf mea start ent a the Nottaway, aad visit Iiador la ais atafnlncnt home where they meet Lite, Id pretty step-daachter. step-daachter. In respoas t her desperate plea tor aid, Vhuay meets her secretly. After sh left, (vamea attack him. Under the lash of his remorse Finlay Fin-lay grew numb to the stings that were fast poisoning his blood. Then a sound back in the bush silenced him. Shortly he called: "Come and finish it, you bush rats!" They had returned. If he could only taunt them to cutting it all short with a bullet "Isadora's handsome, white-haired boy comes back!" he jeered. "And the cross-eyed M'sieu' Batoche who was bitten in the face by a rabbit!" But his answer from the scrub was a mad yelp and the snapping of brush as a dog burst from the bushes, stopped, gazed in doubt at the huddled figure, approached and sniffed at the man who spoke to him, then in a delirium of whines and caresses threw himself on the master mas-ter he loved. "Flame! God bless your old bones! You followed their trail from the shore! Boy, I'm glad to see your whiskered map again!" Frantic with joy the dog nuzzled Garry's tortured face and neck. Hope flowed through Finlay as water wa-ter through a burst dam. With Flame there was a chance. Flame would never leave him. If he could only get the airedale to chew through the thongs that bound his wrists! "Where's Red, Flame? Red and Blaise? They turned you loose to hunt for me but wherti " A distant shot stopped him. He listened while the dog's soothing tongue licked the blood on his face and bead. "That's Red, signalling, or else there's s fight on." Like a madman Finlay battled with his thongs. They gave slightly and the blood began to ease into his numb hands. Then the long hours that Sergeant Finlay had spent on the education of an airedale puppy began be-gan to bear fruit Fearing that, some day, he might be stolen and tied up, Finlay had taught the dog to chew through any rope, leather leash or raw-hide that held him prisoner. pris-oner. After much coaxing Garry managed man-aged to focus the dog's attention on bis bound wrists. Shortly Flame was licking the thongs as well as Finlay's hands. "Eat it up! It's good good chow for dogs! Chew it! It tastes good. Flame!" the man endlessly coaxed while his dog licked the thongs and the swollen forearms. Then Flame hooked a long fang under a loop and tugged at it "That's the dog! Eat it up. Flame!" urged the man battling desperately against time. Gradually the airedale seemed to comprehend. It was a game they were playing and he liked the taste of the fresh hide. At last, the dog lay down behind the bound man and with his great grinders jammed against Finlay's wrists began to chew at the knots. "That's the dog! Chew it up!" Spurred by his master's approval and relishing the taste of the hide as he would a bone the airedale chewed through two key knots. A last heave and Finlay's numbed hands were free. In his joy, he shook like grass in the wind. Again life beckoned as a camp-fire to a man lost at night in the bush. He laughed, now, at the black cloud of his tormentors which once meant a slow death. He laughed at Tete-Blanche, at Isadore. He'd come back from the grave. "We've licked 'em. Flame!" he panted. "Bless your old hide, you've done it, boy I" Hugging the dog's wriggling body, Finlay crushed his face against the scarred skulL "I love every hair of your old carcass," he crooned. "I'll have my feet clear in a minute but you'll have to lead me to the shore. I'm stone blind." When bis numbed legs could carry him. Flame led him bv a thnnv over the back track to the shore. Headlong Head-long into the cool water plunged man and dog, maddened by the lancelike lance-like thrusts which had stippled theu-bodies theu-bodies with welts. "Oh, this is good, Flame!" Laving Lav-ing his burning arms and face, Fin lay wallowed with grunts of relief in the comforting water. "I'm puffed up like a poisoned pig, Flamey, old socks! But we've whip-sawed this Tete-Blanche, you and I. We'll meet again some day and when we do there'll be lead in the air." He laughed bitterly. A distant shot cut him short "Hear that? Must be Red and Blaise hunting for us! Answer 'em, Flame! I've lost my gun. It's Red! Tell ' 'em we're hertT" ' ' v " " "" The airedale's brittle bark floated through the murk settling on the lake. Then Red hailed. Finlay answered and shortly the Peterboro slid up to the man lying in the shallow water of the shore. "What's. happened to you, Garry?' cited thraTarmed Red, leaping ffohf the canoe and bending over the man soaking in the water. "What are you lying there for," Garry? You hurt?" "Hello. Red!' You there, Blaise? I'm all right, but I've been eaten alive by bugs. - I'm blind as a dead fish and I've got a lump on my head like an egg. I hate to leave this water even to shake hands with you." (TO HE COVfAXfD' Smartly Styled Draperies Any Beginner Can Make f Iff f CO PATRICIAN, these draperies topped with graceful swag I You may make them yourself combining Just the colors for your room. Rayon' damask ln dusty rose for the draperies, rayon satin for the swag, brown fringe for trimming that's one stunning choice. Our 33-page booklet has exact diagrams and dlrecUons tor making many attractive attrac-tive style ot draperies, drapery-curtains and f laas curtains. Tells bow to trim; make swags, valance. Send your order to: READER-HOME SERVICE ill Minna St Baa Francisco, Calif. Enclose 10 cents In coin for your copy of NEW IDEAS IN MAKING CURTAINS AND DRAPERIES. Name Address Union of Friendship Friendship is the supreme tie. It is stronger even than the bonds of blood, as we see in the case of Jonathan, who stood by his friend David even against his own father. When two hearts have become one in the mystical union of friendship, friend-ship, that relationship should mean more to them than any matter mat-ter of circumstance, fortune or individual benefit. A house-full of smoking pleasure pleas-ure is the gay, new Christmas gift package of Camel Cigarettes now being featured by local dealers. Designed in the shape of a house, trimmed even to the snow on the roof, this colorful package contains con-tains four "flat fifties" 200 Camel Cigarettes, America's favorite. No wrapping is needed. There is even a gift card printed right on the package. For those smokers on your Christmas list, give Camels and be sure your gift is appreciated. appreci-ated. Camels are also available in the regular carton of ten packages pack-ages of "20's" 200 cigarettes. The carton, too, is handsomely wrapped and ready to give. Adv. Oil, War's Richest Prise Today's wars are fought and won with oil. If Hitler runs out of oil, his war machine will stop. Keeping him from getting more oil is Britain's Brit-ain's problem, together with maintaining main-taining the empire's supply. Russia's Rus-sia's stamp honoring the oil industry indus-try is particularly significant Russia's Rus-sia's great oil reserves are concentrated concen-trated in the Ukraine, bordering on Nazi-dominated Rumania. Germany has developed substitutes, from coal, lignite, oil shale. Australia taps shale fields ln New South Wales for gasoline. Fuel alcohol, from agricultural agri-cultural products, help's ease the demand. de-mand. All gasoline supplies in Europe Eu-rope are strictly rationed. Need Proteins The average human needs the same amount of protein during summer as in winter, say doctors and food authorities. Truth is, most people are more active In hot months than in cold. And when active, they need the body-building proteins, minerals and vitamins found ln rich abundance in meats. Summer menus can be built lightly and satlsfyingly around almost every protein food. SOS SOS is the international distress call signal, chosen by the International Interna-tional Radiotelegraph Conference at London in 1912. In the dot-dash cod the signal is expressed by - -- (three dots, three dashes, and three dots). The letters were chosen cho-sen merely for their simplicity, and they are not intended to represent the initials of any words. Camel's Hump Disappears There are times when the hump on a camel's back is apt to disappear disap-pear almost entirely and later on it regains its usual size. The camel's hump I a storage house for fat 'Just b its multiple '-stomach-' is a storage place for water. When rations ra-tions run short the camel draws nutriment from the hump. i2 .. llW 20OIIUUIHS , &Vnr 550000 ' itZZrJ .wrr "8"uu(' iw ..u.cm is th imagination.-Lam. Women sav. "I MV. cakes on the same food btiJ More cakes, yes; but k cakes, too. for Clihhrl formula, tested and proJ more than fifty years, kpJ assurance ot perfect m results. Order a can of Gabber from vour rrocer tnih will be Buroriserf hn k you the price. And, roar M successes will delight Clabber Girl means Bimr when you buy, Better n when you bake. Daring ts De No one reaches a high n without daring. Syrus. INDIGESTIl Cm mar arcHa tka Haart aaal At tha nrtt vfaa of Artnai aaart mmm depend oo Be u-ans Tablet! la art fH tm. Dva oat made or the futeat-artutg Kr aymptomatle teller of faatm BST TRIAL doem't prer, Helh koctla to oa and recelie UulULK Social Security Social security law, in fP old age insurance, does not pi for cash refund in cist leaves a covered occupatiia age 65. Wages paid him I in covered occupations rtnii his credit, and upon retired age 65 or over, subsequent Ml may have resulted in a "til sured" status, making him for monthly reurement bexJ. he dies before age 65, W or children may be eligible H vivors' benefits, or lump wn benefit. Blue Sky LW A "blue sky law" is i Utej supervision of the sale d 1 bonds or other securities, protect the public against inf are obviously unsouna w i meet certain standards. vi... .t u an sDusia remark of the proposer a .a u. i,,n4 in Kansas. I taw ui uic nui" - j that some companies tm "capitalize the blue i rtins e. . 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