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Show i Thursday, November 12,. 1942 THE TIMES-NEW- NEPH1. UTAH S. PAGE SIVKN Bntuin Limits Its Dowry Girls employed in British post offices must serve six years before becoming entitled to the dowry given by the government to women employees who resign to get Kathleen Norris Says: No By ARTHUR STRINGER Shortage of Jobs for Women of 50 Bell Syndicate THE STORY SO PAR: A Lockheed Is stolen from Norland Airways. Alan Slade aspects a "scientist" named Frayae, who Is supposed to be ta an tine swans, bnt who tarns oat to be after bigger same. Be has the plane and Is nsinf It to carry pitchblende, a valuable source of power, to the coast for shipment to Germany. A pilot named Slim is flylnf for him. Surprised near their camp, Slade is knocked unconscious by Frayne's assistant, Karnell, and Is taken to a deserted island by Tumstead and left there. When he falls to return Lynn Morlock, daughter of the flying Padre," starts out In her father's plane to And him, while her father and two old prospector friends of Alan named Zeke and Mlnty attempt to fight it out with Frayne's crowd. Lynn finds Slade, exhausted, ragged and nearly starred, and they return to Frayne's eamp to find 'that Zeke and Mlnty are In the midst of a fight with Karnell. The Padre is in Slade's plane looking for Lynn. Slade and the prospectors have cornered Karnell and are chasing him '" Into the marshland. Now continue with the story. 0) Turn-stea- d WNU Features. s. V heavy-shoulder- BuT-Karne- ll w 1 1 isleaped from his willow-fringe- d land to a runway of broken sedge-tuft- s leading deeper into the muskeg. He shouted again, hoarsely, as he went panting onward from sedge-tuft to sedge-tuf- t. He looked for islets with a showing of clump-willofor in d those spaces be knew he could always find the promise of support Across two of these he leaped. Then in his haste he sprang for an island of wire grass. It was a sizable-lookin- g island and to the eye it had an aspect of solidity. But instead of being an island it was merely a floating raft of tand gled vegetation, a tissue of peat that parted and sank under his weight It went down slowly. But as it went it left nothing ponderable for the groping long arms to catch at The churning water rose to the wide shoulders. It rose to the screaming throat Then it closed over the back-flun- g head and a few bubbles appeared between the tatters of d peat that floated on the water. Slade, clinging to a willow-clumsaw the stirred-u- p water grow quiet again. "Let's get back," he said. "I've still got Tumstead to deal with." Then he stopped short arrested by the familiar drone of a distant plane. He watched the plane as it passed overhead. "That's the Padre." he said as Minty came up with him. The old sourdough blinked after the passing wings that dipped and circled for a landing and then were lost to sight "I thought mebbe she was that ghost plane there's so much talk root-boun- fiber-boun- fiber-boun- ' about" Slade's laugh was harsh. "There'll be less talk about ghost planes," he proclaimed, "when I get my hands on Tumstead." Slade held out a warning hand s he came to the crest of the ridge. For above the scrub that furred the valley slope before him he detected a wisp of smoke. "What's worryin' you, son?" demanded Minty as he leaned on his rifle. Slade, instead of answering, moved forward until be had a better view of the valley bottom. There, in a rock bowl betide a purling stream-- he saw eampflre. Squat- - Slade. , Zeke, busy over his fire, Aught the determination in the "other's query. "That's what I'd give an arm to know," he admitted. "There ain't been a pop out o' him for two hours now. But how about that orangutan mate o his?" Zeke showed no emotion when told of Karnell's end. He merely directed a reproving eye at his shack partner. You should've got that buzzard on the wing." Slade found his boiled tea strong and bitter. But it washed away his weariness. "How about the other man, Tumstead?" Zeke blinked about at the encircling spruce ridges.. "That bird seems to be hidin' out on us, same as his boss." Slade was on bis feet again. "I've got to save that Lockheed," he said as he reached for Minty's that stretched between him and the lake where his plane rested. His glance at the sun told him the long northern afternoon would soon be merging into its equally long evening. And there were things to be done before the brief hours of subarctic darkness set in. It was on the crest of the second ridge that he caught sight of Lynn. She hesitated, apparently bewildered as to what course to take. But once she heard Slade's shout she quickened her steps and came panting up the slope. "What is it?" he asked, arrested by the alarm on her face. "It's Tumstead," she said. "He came to Father, just now, with a white rag on the end of a stick. He said he was ready to give up. Frayne, he claimed, was lying wounded over the hill and had te have help." Slade's face darkened. "Did your father believe that liar?" "He said he had to," was Lynn's panted reply. "He's gone out to Frayne. He said he couldn't let a man die without help." "I don't like the look of this." said Slade. "Where is Tumstead now?" "He pretended to go back with Father. But something tells me he didn't" ll ly-i- n' rs Frozen Microbes Revived Sore Is On the whole, we like a murder A Russian scientist claims to mystery play in which it turns out there was no murder. There's a have brought to life microbes and chance to laugh. other specimens of small marina, life after they had been frozen foi thousands of years. Mary Land? A woman speaker of the house has been named in North Dakota, For Perfect Sleep among other places. Busy families should provide quiet bedrooms for perfect sleep. Schmeling a Marine Max Schmeling is a member of New colorkote insulating panels the U. S. marine corps. America's possess acoustical qualities which Max is a resident of Casey, Iowa. tend to keep the room silent. ( Ice Breakers The Old, the Best Arctic seals break holes in the Is not old wine wholesomest, old ice for breathing. pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linens wash Ocean Cables whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, Oceanic cables of the world ag are surest, and old lover are soundest. John Webster. gregate about 360,000 miles. his shoulder and started up the slope "Where's your plane?" Slade promptly questioned. "At the lakeside there." said Lynn, leading him to slightly higher ground and pointing to the expanse of blue water that could be seen through the spruce tops. "We'd been working on our radio. Father'd been having trouble in sending and found a transmitter fuse had crystallized and had to be replaced. I was back in the cabin, testing out the set when "Tumstead came down the bank and talked to Father." rifle. Slade peered through the trees, to "What's a Lockheed?" queried a lower arm of the lake. The tenZeke. sion went from bis face when be "Our stolen plane. The plane saw the Snow-BaBaby still moored they've been ferrying that pitch- there. blende out with." "Let's go," he proclaimed. Zeke reached for the battered tea "Go where?" asked Lynn. and drank from it Then be "Back to your ship," answered pail wiped bis mouth and essayed a Slade, ""or to mine. I've got some head-jer- k toward the west quick scouting to do around this "She's there," he announced. neighborhood." "And she'll stay there." she told "Alan, you can't "What does that mean?" ques- him. "You mustn't"fly," tioned the startled Slade.. Slade, looking down at her, smiled "It means I snaked through the at the determination in ber face. scrub and climbed aboard her. And to fly," he announced. "I've bein' there, jus' to make sure o' "That's got business." my out" things, I twisted her fuel-lin- e He was moving on along the ridge f'You what?" barked Slade. crest toward the lake, disregarding "I jus' anchored her where she the restraining hand she linked in lay," answered Zeke, "by tearin' out bis arm. feed-pipI her emptied her tank, "But you're as foolish as Father," son. And I ain't got that smell o' she maintained. "You're in no congasoline out of my pants yet" dition to fly. You're tired and worn "And you didn't see Frayne?" out You've got to have proper food "Not hldJ nor balr o him." and sleep before you're fit for takSlade stood thoughtful a moment chances like "Then what's be up. to? He can't ingThe tremor in this." her voice out of this territory without a him to a stop. He stood brought get looking plane. Yet he can't use that Lock down at her again, but this time he heed. And he can't skulk back in looked down at her as though he these hills for long. We've got to were seeing her after long absence know where he is." Through his dull fog of fatigue and It was Zeke who spoke next of her face "That's what your Flyin' Padre anxiety the loveliness home to him. came slowly his He and girl's busy on says. "I'm used to taking chances," he y radio over there at their the lakeside, tryin' to call Edmon- said, with a little of the earlier ring of Iron gone from bis voice. ton and Churchill and Mountie head"Then I'll take them with you," quarters at Coppermine. Said he reckoned it was about time for the she announced. "If you go up, I go too." air patrol to edge in on this." "His thin face softened with a "We can't wait for that," announced Slade. "And if I know smile. "Am I worth it?" he asked, conFrayne he won't wait for It" scious of how little room for kindliA happy thought lightened Minty's ness life had been leaving them. seamed old face. "You are to me," she said with "How're you V know he ain't out there with a bullet hole the forlorn and final candor that through his head? He was sniped at walks hand in hand with desperaconsiderable, by Zeke and me, even tion. She even moved a little closer if our eyes ain't what they used to to him. "I love you." He forgot hunger and weariness be." as be took her in his arms and held "That would still leave Tumstead," said Slade. "I'm going to ber close. "1 have to be worth it" he told get my plane and scout over these her as he smoothed back her hair. ridges." Then his laugh was brief and bitter. Zeke proceeded to mix a fresh por"They haven't left us much room tion of flajack batter. "Well, I hope you round 'em up for this sort of thing, have they?" "We must make room," she propronto," be announced. "For grub's gittln' low with us two, Lindy, and tested, clinging to him. But as be I've a hankerin' to amble back to lifted bis head she could see the that Kasakana shack of ours and hardening light in the Viking blue know a considerable spell o' peace eyes. "Let's go," be said for the second and quietness." Slade made no response to that Urns. He merely swung Minty's rifle over (TOBECOXT1MID) two-wa- wis., stepped on a cherry pit and found it left a grease spot on the lloor. louay he is a millionaire makincr oil user! fnr rnsnwHn fmnt 1,000 tons of cherry pits a year. five-eight- hs "It's Tumstead. He said be was ready to give up.' very tired. "Why, Lindy, you look all in," cried Zeke, conscious of that sudden slump. Slade stiffened his shoulders. But It took an effort "I'm all right" he protested. "Where's Frayne?" "We'll go into that" said Zeke, "after I've bucked you up with a swallow o' hot tea and some sowbelly." "Where's Frayne?" repeated .1 - three-quarte- f ting over it was a ragged figure, holding a skillet with a stick tied to its handle. "Why, it's Zeke," gasped Minty. Zeke, startled by their advance, scrambled for his rifle. But the poised barrel slowly lowered as be identified the intruders. Slade felt a wave of weakness go through his body. He realized, as he subsided beside the fire where the tea pail bubbled, that he was n Ma tin VflflrR flcrn cherry grower of Sturgeon Bay, Nola Lemon Flat Pencil William Conawell, New Orleans, For the reader addicted to mmt. has a lemon tree from which he ing- marginal notes, there's a new picked a lemon four and inches long and four and flat pencil which also serves as book mark. inches thick. CHAPTER XVIII "Why do you say that's Karnell?" Slade asked as he strode on at ' Minty's side. "It's Karnell all right," averred Minty. "Zeke told me that when he sidled back for a handful o' shells." "Good," said Slade. "I want to meet up with Karnell." "Make sure it ain't an unexpected meetin'," Minty warned him. "I've got my eye peeled," said Slade. He stopped short and blinked across the ridge-crest"What's more, I think that's our friend Zeke crawling along that hogback.' Minty stared in the direction the other pointed. "That's Zeke all right," he admitted. "He sees us," cried Minty as he rounded a sheltering rock. "But this is enemy territory, son, and we'd best keep under what cover we can find." Yet Slade, he soon saw, was making no effort to keep under cover. The tawny-heade- d bush pilot was advancing down the slope that led to the matted bogland veined with open water. For far out on that soggy tundra, plunging along from tussock to tussock, was a man with a rifle in his hands. "Thafs Karnell," cried Slade. "Don't let him get away." Minty promptly dropped on one knee and took a pot shot at the fugitive. ducked In time to over his head. hear a cmiiet-whi- ne Then he clambered up oh an island and with shrub-willofringed faced his pursuers. Both Slade and Minty, when they saw the leveled rifle, flung themselves flat on the wet soil. They lay without moving, until the gunshot echo died away. Karnell, looking. into . his rifle . AW I l uib asl bucjjI, uau viMuiuer. saw .1ujul Li. Cherry Pit Oil A few lllii ' 1IT1 ii iris in II1" I I in li' if i OFFICE EQUIPMENT speak to me and write to'me every day. I am never in any group but what they approach me. "My daughter is working in a machine plant and the boy is in uniform, but what can I do? I must do something!" they say. Well, I'll tell you one thing that you can do, a thing that embraces a thousand others. You can help our woefully small and insufficient army of doctors and nurses. We have not enough now, and we are going to feel a dangerous shortage later on. You can do what the writer of this article hopes to do, follow a Red Cross primary training by a special course in midwifery, learn to handle women through normal confinements, and welcome new world babies into this for the young mothers go right on having them, God bless them, and that work must be done. 300 Babies, No Nurses. In one western town whose normal staff was 17 doctors, four are left. The obstetrician among these told me that he had listed among ward, clinic and private patients exactly 300 .babies who are due before April. Asked about nurses he said: "There are NO nurses!" and he spoke with considerable feeling about families who keep me nurse or even two for routine chronic invalid care that might be handled easily by the idle women of the family. "It ought to be stopped and I believe it will," he aid. Only a few days later I chanced to look, on a hospital visit, into one V of those laree. clean Dantries that fliospitals have on every floor, sink, I cabinets, gas stove, hoppers, and so It was a shocking sight. Trays, J on. pans, basins, tumbled linen, piled dishes were everywhere; the nurse who flashed in and out again was perspiring her face on a very hot day was the color of wax but she smiled gallantly as she said: "Last year this time we had 70 less patients and 39 nurses. Now we have IS nurses for the whole crowd!" Well, I don't know that I'll ever qualify as a licensed midwife, bi I knew right then and there that until that pantry looked very different I had a war job. And In a clean apron with a box of soap flakes and a mop I came back a few minutes later. It takes study and skill to deliver babies, but the woman who washes dishes and assorts sheets and sterilizes bandages frees a graduate nurse from that work, and has her place, too, in the great war story. My reward that day was to feel many young strong arm go about me for a second, while many a grateful voice said in n!y ear: "You're an angel!" and nobody could ask more genuine happiness thnn that ITealth an Obligation. Give your free afternoons every week to the sick of your neighborhood or to your hospital kitchen, and you'll not have to ask again for the right to do "something any. thing for our boys!" Get in touch with your doctor, and he'll give you a list of patients who merely need beds made or soup heated. And do what you can to keep your own home people well; don't tolerate any of the minor ills that Such women war-cloud- USED CARS ITS THERE If you have not yet found a war job, you haven't looked hard enough. You may not find it in a factory, if you have no special skill. You may not find it in the armed forces. But you will find it in a hospital where there are floors to be scrubbed and linens to be sorted. You will find it in the home of a sick friend. You will, perhaps, find it right in your own home if you have 151 make TRAILERS Careful; John According to a decision handed down by the Kansas Supreme eourt, it is the duty of passenger! of an automobile to warn the driver approaching danger, and when nearing a railroad crossing where, the view is obstructed, they should get out and reconnoitre on foot. CASH PAID For Used Cars and Equities Contracts Notes Paid Off LYMAN'S 5th " So. & Main Salt Lake MEN WANTED MEN WANTED FOR BRICK YARD WORK WORKING CONDITIONS AND WAGES GOOD INTERSTATE BRICK CO. 81 SO South 11th East Salt Lake City Fats and Oils The U. S. used about 82 pounds of fats and oils per person last year. W.N.U. Week No. 4245 SALT LAKE White Fawn Flour Leads Them All Ask your Friendly Grocer WANTED ! ! Raw Furs Sheep Pelts Hides Wool FOR HIGHEST PRICES AND A SQUARE DEAL Call or Write . NORTHWESTERN 463 South 3rd West HIDE - Cr FUR CO. Salt Lake City, Utah v A desserts laxative; prunes, apples, figs, oranges and grapefruit can be served in about 300 ways, all helpful. Hot tomato juice, hot prune and apple puree are medicinal enough, as are ginger bread and cookies to cure many of these cases of chills and aches and nerves, and to hold off the colds and bronchial and laryngeal conditions to which they lead. Get your family through this winter without a night of lost sleep or sneeze and you will be doing your share of the big job. No Shortage of Jobs. If the youngsters are tired and nervous enough to complain; if they demand starches and gravies and heavy meats, take them into your confidence. Explain that you are meeting all sorts of war conditions; shortage of fuel, difficult transportation, higher prices, the need for closer management of finances, beef scarce, bananas gone, domestic help unprocurable, and insist that they to the extent of remembering overshoes, drafts, overfatigue and by eating what Mother tells them to! Oh, there isn't going to be any shortage of Jobs for us older women, as the war months go on. The only question is whether we are going to be willing enough and humble enough to step into them. And I tli ink we are. I think we presently will have an army of mothers and wives quietly filling the menial and minor positions that free the younger and mere experienced women for actual war services. pm. Motors Track ft Coach. 974 Sooth St.. Salt Lake City. Utah. Phona Offer track mechanics or passenger ear mechanics who can quali f y, an opportunity to work under excellent working -ondrtions and in pleasant surroundings at top wages. 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And finding it, says Kathleen JVor-ri- s, is your job. warming drink before a hearty meal is one that dietitians everywhere ap prove. To get very tired and hurA gry often means that a hearty meal doesn't get digested before bedtime by the cold and weary stomach; The hot drink, the comfortable chair and pleasant news all help to make dinnertime a success. If cold feet and backache and headache and nerves and restlessness at night are chronic, they are apt to have one cause constipation. Lack of exercise, long sedentary hours in the factory or office, and lunches of pastry, strong tea or coffee, sweets, accentuate it. Mother can do a lot about that with the introduction of raw vegetables at dinner, salads of lettuce, chopped carrots, apples, cabbage, spinach and by serving a dark rough bran bread. hi ii hum On era. 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