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Show THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER THE 24, 1942 TIMES-NEW- PAGB SET EN NEPHL UTAH S. IDATTCDMPl By ARTHUR STRINGER stJtcescre bank-rnpt- "WAKE ISLAND" ParaINmount has shown what a war picture ought to be; the 8147 MlgBWx The Jewish calendar has years of six different types, owing to the harmonious arrangement of festivals, etc., says Collier's. Thus a defective year has 353 days, a regular year 354 days and a perfect year 355 days; and a month is added to each when it is a leap year. Hence this new year, which is 5703 and began on September 12, 1942, will contain 383 days because it is a defective leap year. Sail on Rum Virtually every ravy in the world gives its sailors a daily ration of rum, wine oar some other alcoholic drink, an exception being the United States ravy, in which the practice was abolished in,1862. However, the American boys may have as many as a dozen cup3 of coffee a day, although their average consumption is not more than six cups.. truth was so dramatic that there was no need to dress it up with a fancy plot and praise goes to the writers, W. R. Burnett and Frank Butler, and to Director John Farrow fir?: :V,; "Big-time- " i designer at 13! for letting that plot be as slight as possible. Farrow directed it superb ly, the members of the cast did a memorable job. Pretty good cast. incidentally, including Brian Don. levy, Walter Abel, Robert Preston, Macdonald Carey and Albert Dekker. Don't miss it! more about "Wake Island." at the Quantico Marine base, with an audience of 2,000 marines, who cheered it wholeheartedly. That's the surest guarantee that there's nothing phoney about this very swell picture. A word CHAPTER XI It Slade's first impulse was to proclaim that he'd be looking tor a ghost plane. "All right," Cruger said out of a prolonged silence. "You win. Give that Anawotto country the once-ove-r. We're going bust anyway, the way things are." Slade's lips thinned with resolution. "I'm going to find that Lockheed," he affirmed. Cruger remained unimpressed. "When do you start?" he inquired. Slade disregarded the note of mockery. "As soon as I have a look around this burg," was his slightly abstracted reply. "And then a look around McMurray." "For what?" "To find a friend of mine," was Slade's unexpected reply, "who got hurt in a fight Slim Tumstead." "I didn't think you played around with camp bums," said Cruger. "What's your fighting friend got to do with this trip into the Anawotto?" "I don't know yet," was Slade's d reply. "But it's going to help a little to know just where he's hanging out." quiet-voice- The cabin on the Kasakana, nes tling between its shouldering hills. stood a place of peace as the sun mounted high above the spruce ridges and the spoonbills and wav-eyfed in the water shallows. But that air of peace departed once Zeke Pratt had rolled out of his wall bunk and reached for his scarred old larrigans. From one of them, he saw, a lace was most missing. He squinted unmistakably about the - floor boards. Then he groped and grunted about under the bunk end. Then his narrowing gaze whose centered on his camp-matsmile was bland as he busied him self slicing sowbelly for breakfast. "You took my shoelace, you Juwas d old Zeke's indignant accusation. "What'd I want with your shoe lace?" demanded Minty, edging away until he stood at the far side of the cookstove. "You wanted it enough to swipe e it from larrigan." charged Zeke. He dropped down on all fours to inspect his companion's "And she's there, wrapped around your scrofulous old shin' bone." "She ain't." piped Minty. "You gimme back that lace o' mine, or d'you know what I'll do? I'll call it quits for keeps. I don't aim to do minin' work with a human in polecat who robs a camp-mat- e his sleep." "And I'm sure fed up with tryin to live peaceful under the same roof with a rattlesnake in larrigans." But by the time they bad eaten, the hurricane had blown itself out. They were forlornly dependent on each other, in their isolation, and they knew it "Meat's gittn lower'n I like to see it," ventured Minty as he hung up the flour sack that served as a toweL "S'posin you finish up the strippin' on that new dike while I go scoutin' for a day or two." "What'U you scout for?" demanded Zeke, secretly disturbed by the thought of being alone. "Spotted a buck out by that old caribou crossin yesterday," said Minty. "Reckon I'll go after him." He had, he knew, a second reason for that excursion out over the northern ridges. He had a hankering to nose about a bit and And out what might be bringing an outsider's plane into that district of theirs. s e, - skillet-swabber- EN RADIO By VIRGINIA VALE Released by Western Newspaper Union, swan-hunte- das-soule- CIRCLE. V! W.N.U. SERVICE THE STORY SO FAB: la order to from savs Norland Airway Alan Blade agree to fly a scientist named Frayne and his assistant, Karnell, to the Anawotto river la search oi the trumpeter swan. With the proceeds Slade's partner, Cruger, has bought a plane, a Lockheed, which Is stolen while Blade Is away. Suspecting that the disappearance of the plane has something to do with Frayne, Blade to where he left the only to And him apparently doing nothing bat hunt swans. There Is no trace or the plane. That leaves Blade with only one clue, the "devil bird," or "ghost" plane which the eskimo, Umanak, first heard and which appears to come from Echo Harbor. On his way back to report to Crnger Blade stops to see his old prospector friends, Zeke and Minty, and learns that the gas cache he keeps near their cabin has been robbed. Now be and Cruger are talking and Blade Is outlining his plans. Now continue with the story. Jewish Years ," this-her- shoe-pack- s. Minty was too good a woodsman not to spot his landmarks and blaze an occasional spruce or jackpine as he pushed deeper and deeper into the broken country north of the Kasakana. He went on, hour after silent hour, encouraged by a showing of deer tracks and spoor. But he got no glimpse of his buck. What most occupied his mind, as the sun lowered and weariness overtook him, was the problem of finding a comfortable place to make camp. And he had the needed wood and water, he discovered, when he lake lightly came to a fringed with spruce. He stoically made his Ore, cooked his supper, and ate his bannock and bacon, washed down with strong tea. Then, lighting his pipe, he sat watching the wild fowl on the lake water. To the silent watcher, a moment later, came a sound that was neither throb nor a drone, a d far-awa- y A The hungry look was still in her eyes. But the world had come back to her. sound that grew stronger as he lis tened. Peering north, where a belated sun Btill hung red above the horizon, he caught sight of a plane. It was flying low, growing bigger as he watched. It showed dark, at first, against the evening light But as it came closer and veered a point or two into the wind it became a framework of ghostly white, heeling down in the lake and slowly losing headway on the ruffled water. Minty, blinking at the pallid wings, realized the ship was both bigger than Lindy Slade's Snow-BaBaby and different in outline. It floated higher on the water, and gave the impression of being as it drifted slowly in toward the shoreline where the spruce groves met the water. Then Minty rubbed his eyes and blinked harder than ever. For, before he quite knew how or when, the plane had disappeared from a triumphant voice call out: "I got him!" But his one impulse, at the moment was to put distance between him and that unknown sniper. He crawled into the underbrush, grateful for the thinning light that s. He was paling to wormed forward, seeking always any deeper cover that offered. He went on until he came to a stony cross gully quartering off to the left Once in this he scrambled to his feet and ran forward, stooping low as he went When he spotted a spruce grove on. his right he dove into it, emerging on a slope of glacial hardheads along which he dodged from shadow to shadow. He neither stopped nor rested un til he had mounted a second ridge and lost himself in a second scattering of stunted timber. There, panting and wheezing, he sank down behind a ridge of granite. But there was still peril, he felt in that neighborhood. He pushed on through a sludgy bed of tules, crossed another timbered ridge, and came to more open country. There he studied the stars, made sure of his course, and began fighting his circuitous way back toward the camp on the Kasakana. When tired out he slept. When the sun wakened him, he ate and went on. The second night he slept for an hour or two, and then pushed doggedly on. The light of morning was returning to the land when Minty reached the shack. Zeke, he found, was still asleep in his wall bunk. He awakened him with a shout tinged with bitterness. "Your days o' peace is over, you pillow-loviold profligate. There's goin' to be war in these regions. Lynn was restless and worried. For the third time in half an hour she crossed to the door and scanned the pearl - misted skyline that stretched away to the south. She told herself that she was merely watching for a familiar blue plane with weathered wings, a plane with the Flying Padre at the controls. But her thoughts, as she did so, were on another plane, an equally weathered plane , known as the was first shown SHE'S A "SELF-STARTE- R BARBARA e, ll bob-taile- d, sight Minty, who didn't believe in miracles, decided to look into what had all the aspects of a miraculous disappearance. He smothered his fire r. and rolled up his worn old Then he took up his rifle and quietly rounded the southerly arm of the lake, making it a point four-pointe- to keep as well under cover as possible. But no sign of life, as he stopped from time to time, stood revealed to him. He seemed so alone in a world of twilit emptiness that he fell to wondering,' as he pressed on, if his old eyes had been playing tricks on him. Then he stopped short, arrested by the sound of voices. "Why'd you have a fire on the other side of the lake?" one of these voices inquired. "I had no fire," a more guttural voice responded. "But I saw it as I came down," maintained the other. "And if you advertise this layout you'll last about as long here as a snowball in i ' Vreakfast" v. Is already ci designer specializing in school and sports clothes for girls her ewn age. - - A.jimt!.i2 MARCY McGUIRE two of you can look rf earh nthpr whpn l THE both wear this smart two of Lucille Ball's, with a crush on Victor Mature. During filming, her part was "fattened" three times, so that she finally had two musical numbers of her own, and a comedy romance that wasn't in the original 14 can't even smoke a cigarette! Porter Hall, who plays the thievheavy in "The ing, double-crossin- g Desperadoes," has just been made a deacon in the First Presbyterian church of Hollywood. He's usually cast as a villain, but he s never owned a gun, since he served in the last war, he doesn't drink or gam ble, he practically never smokes, Yet on the screen he stops at noth- un Pattern No. Pattern " No The cake baked with Clabber Girl, bedecked with the blue rib- bon at the State or County Fair, now gives place to the plate of e biscuits as Clabber Girl plays its part in the nation's nutrition program. war-tim- HULMAN long-legge- n p CO. &. - TERRE HAUTE, tI"tffS WlV A6 f)f Y IfeOjfe 11 PP5Aj IND. r- i3Lp Gi - Found.d in 1848 Size rrnnn Si PAG Paramount has a file of what do Cobwebs! Due to priorities, it's impossible now to get the liquid rubber of which movie cobwebs used to be made. The stu dio has quite a few murder mys teries, like "Street of Chance," com ing along. So the prop department got busy, wove cobwebs out of the material on hand, and filed them away for reference. you suppose? Charles W. Koerner, bead of RKO Radio production, has announced that "artistic and prestige films of e merit" are out, dubious Well, some of those "prestige" film were pretty dull. Bnt a lot of really fine and profitable pictures would never have been made if that ruling bad gone through years ago. We'd not have had "The Grapes of Wrath" or "Gone With the Wind" or "Pasteur" or a good many others that didn't look like money-makebefore they were released. .STi Name Address ing. black-rocke- wind-blow- round collar (dressed up with a white collar for contrast) or an open neckline. Pair these styles in solid color velveteen or crisp, checked rayon crepe. ric-ra- ed It tastes marvelous, but Mom says it's mighty good for me, too." piecer! h Umanak had persuaded her that she was not equipped for solitude. She turned back to her patient when she saw Umanak lift his head in an attitude of listening. "Devil-bir- d come," he muttered. A moment later Lynn herself of a heard the familiar bee-hudistant motor. "That's the Padre," she said as she ran to the door. A moment later she was hurrying down the slope to the waterfront d But the figure that emerged from the cabin was not that of the Flying Padre. She hair brushed back her to see Alan striding toward her. He must have caught the surge of joy that swept up to her eyes, for he stopped abruptly and stood studying her upturned face. He did not speak. But his own eyes darkened as he detected the look of hunger in the questioning hazel eyes resting on his face. He groped for her hand, with his heart pounding. Then be took her in his arms. She roused herself and forced her quickly breathing body free The of the encircling arms. hungry look was still in her eyes. But time and the world had come back to ber. "What is it?" be asked, conscious of the firmness with which she was holding him away from ber. "I've a patient there," she reminded him, pointing to the knoll-tosurgery. Slade strode after her as she moved up the slope. He remembered about old Umanak. "How Is the old boy?" "That's what I'm waiting to find out" Lynn explained. "Everything looks all right but of course, I can't tell. Ftther'U be here, any time no), to take off the bandages." "Will he be able to see?" Slade asked. "I mean Umanak." "If hoping helps any," answered Lynn, "that old hunter will be following a dog team again before long." Slade arrested her la the doorway. "I may be out of a job earlier until his body collided with the that fringed the valley bot- than 1 expected." he said. tom. Irom the ridge top he heard (TO BE COSTIXIED) white-swath- -' 'Self-Start- Breakfast". The cute, short jacket can have a ric-ra- Baby. Her week of watching over old breakfast is the FLAKES . the h ll o Barbara says: "Myfavorlts vnil 8147 is in 8, 8. 10, 12 and years. Size 8, short sleeves, takes 23, material. V yard conIona Reed, who's a stunt woman trastyards for collar, 9 yards Pattern No. 8148 Is In sizes 12. 14. IB, as well as Claire Trevor's stand-i- n short sleeves, In "The Desperadoes," has ridden 18. 204 and 40. Size 14, material. takes yard yards horses that cowpunchers wouldn't contrast for For collar, 12 yards mount, leaped from high cliffs, this attractive pattern, send to: risked her neck in dozens of ways but she balked at an assignment the SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Street other day. The script called for Calif. San Francisco Claire to smoke a cigar; Iona was Enclose 20 cents in coins for each She to "No." do and said it. told pattern desired. script n' Snow-Ba- CORN JJut Otifm.l Ws.n- sub-arct- hell." "I had no fire," was the stubborn ly repeated protest Minty's first impulse was to creep a little closer. But on second thought he dropped behind the ridge and circled back through the scattered spruce boles. He noticed, as he traversed the valley that led to the neighboring ridge, how the timber had been cut away to leave a rough trail that led lakeward. He also noticed, as he skirted this secd surond ridge, that its face was scored and seamed with shallow trenches, as though a pros pector had been stripping and searching for color there. Minty stood thoughtful a moment and then made his way higher up the sloping hogback that terminated in an abrupt cliff end at the water's edge. He crouched low as he went. for the cover thinned out as he ascended. But he could no longer hear voices. That troubled him little as he moved forward to the crest of the divide. From there he could see how the lake bluff merged into a darker tangle of timber. And that timber, he saw, was a man- made canopy of spruce boles. It into which the was an arbor-cav- e wings of a plane could slip and lie concealed. And under the casually woven cover that arched the narrow harbor between the he could make out the pallid outlines of his vanished airplape. A tingle eddied through him as he discerned a roughly made landing platform close under the plane wings, a landing platform on which he saw a double row of ore bags. They stood there filled and tied, as though waiting for transport Minty's anxiety for a better view of those ore bags prompted him to move to the upper peak of the ridge. He hesitated about advancing down the open slope. And as he hesitated blast of sound broke the a. sudden quietness. He knew it was a gunshot, even before he felt the force of the bullet The impact of that bullet tearing through the blanket folds within three inches of his ear, twisted his startled body halfway around and sent him tumbling 'along the rock slope. He lost possession of his rifle He kept on rolling as he fell. and bounding down the long slope ' (00R 9 Silver-min- e, Conn.", onty thirteen, semi-darknes- ' ANN TNORMOIKE cf you see "Seven Days' Leave," keep an eye on Marcy if you're interested in stellar material. She plays a brat sister When 19 What's Facetted 7b Ifiurs, Mussolini ? box-offic- rs Life masks taken directly from the faces of a group of stars, along with fashion sketches, original char coal sketches of sets and other material used in preparing a film, will comprise a Traveling Educational exhibit soon to be sent on tour by HUM, Frances Parker, lecturer, will accompany it, and it will be displayed at universities, schools, civic and educational societies. September 30 marks a special anniversary in the National Barn Dance show the completion of ten consecutive years on the air, broadcasting 52 weeks year. Other radio programs have come and gone, but the Barn Dance goes on forever. 4 ODDS AXD EXDSCreer Carton contract with hai jigned a long-terMetro; firtt picture under the nrxr arrangement will be "Madame Curie" . . . Jame Cagney bought 25.000 Wmr Bond, ichirh entitled him to two ticket for the Hollywood opening of hi picture, "Yankee Doodle Dandy" . . . Freddie. Bartholomew hat bought him- tell a motorcycle, which he ride bmck and forth to Columbia for work in "Junior Army" . . . lorry FAUalt, announcer on Bob llaukt' "How Am I Dom' " air thow, hat landed the narnew rating alignment on Unit-ettahort entitled "lime Canada Track Di)tin azit." hr 4 w ONE to feed Nazi soldiers? Something's wrong with that picture, Mussolini. Maybe you did start out with ideals, but you got into bad company. We have spaghetti in America plenty of it. "We send some abroad to the United Nations. We also send great quantities otomato juice, fruits, vegetables, meats . . and still have enough left for the home front. Yes, it's a job. We've never tried to feed half the world before and some equipment is lacking. Our industry is taxed to the limit. But we have the finest women in the world, Mussolini; they're fighting this war with kettles and spoons, jars . . . preserving food at home, each for her pressure cookers and own family. 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