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Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEHI. UTAH RIGHT TACKLE 83 By R. H. WILKINSON BmU eradicate WNU Sort too. ONE knew why Ked Wbltten kept on the Hucklc var football squad. There were dozens of other players who could hare dune a better Job tn fied's position at right tackle. Nobody could understand It, especially because toward the end of the season it began to took as If Buckley was due for a shot at the eastern championship. The student body declared it was NO unfair. Not one of them but that had a friend on the squad who would bare t leaped at the opportunity Bed was get-tin- For Red, It was plain to see. was poor that la, when you compared him with some of the other tackle. The sports reporters mentioned It In their columns, at Brst in a humorous reli, later more seriously. It was obvious, wrote they, that Bed Whltten, Huckley's right tackle, would be more beneficial to the team warming the bench. One or two hinted that the grinning crimson-shocke- d youth must bare some tort of drag; that that drag would probably prove the snag in Buckley's climb to the eastern championship. Fans were more bold In condemning the smiling They paid good money to. behold the outrage, hence their tongues were not held in check by scruples. They booted and yowled and bellowed Insults. They demanded that Bed be rered-hea- stored. They shrieked curses at stolid Coach Quale. But to It all, stolid Coach Quale turned a deaf ear. Da grinned at the reporters; he froze the student body Into respectful alienee with a look; he ignored the fans and continued to play Bed Whltten In every game. Continued to play Red Whltten, and . to chalk continued up one victory after another for "dear old Buckley." It wasn't until the faculty, Impressed by the combined condemnations of the student body, fans and press notices, demanded an accounting from Coach Quale, that the veteran of the countless gridiron battles offered an explanation. Upon the faculty depended his Job; and a Job these days was a Job. "It looks bad. Quale," Prof. Parker Rogers ' said , by way of apology, "they're hinting that Red Whltten has some kind of drag. And that, as you know, la bad for our reputation. I don't pretend to tell you your business, bit well, the Brlersley game Is scheduled for next Saturday, and if we beat Brlersley, the eastern championship goes to Buckley." Coach Quale smiled Indulgently. "Has It ever occurred to you. Professor Rogers, that Buckley has won every game she's played this fall, despite the fact that Red Whltten has been In at tackle?" "Surely you don't attribute Buckley's record this fall to Whltten?" ; "That's exoctly what I do, professor. Now listen," Coach Quale took bold of Professor Rogers' arm In chummy fashion and led him to a secluded corner of the locker room. "Professor," he went on. "you're bead of the psychology department here at Buckley, hence you must have an understanding of human nature. I'm glad they sent you to question me, for I believe you'll be satisfied with what I have to say. "In football," Coach Quale continued, "as In every other sport, a team " must have a spark-plug- . And when Professor Rogers looked lightly bewildered, the veteran of the gridiron continued : "A spark-pluprofessor, Is the backbone of every team, lie's the morale, so to speak. Usually he's a Jolly, laughing chap. A good sport A fighter. A man who never says die. A boy who goes Into every game with Just one object In mind to do his best, and to win. Unconsciously he radiates 'confidence and courage. He never loses his head. In a pinch he acts tike he does when there's a clear Geld ahead. It's only inevitable that this man must have a steadying Influence on his mates. They know be can be depended upon for clear thinking, sensible advice, a low spoken word of courage, a ready smile. "Red Whltten is our .spark plug We've been without a man like him for four years, and for four years This we've lost the championship. year, with Bed Injecting that never-say-dl-e spirit into the boys, we're on the road to victory" Coach Quale finished his oration, breathing a little heavily. But he saw the look of understanding In Professor Rogers' eyes and knew he'd won his point The suspense of the mental strain resulting from the anticipation of this moment was only now revealing Itself. Professor Rogers nodding thoughtfully, said: "I see what you're driving at coach. I understand. But It will be hard trying to convince half a million Interested people that you're right-Coa- ch Quale smiled and stood up. "That," be eald, "will hare to come later after we've won the championship, for It would never do now to try The team doesn't realize the full significance of Bed's Influence. ?t wouldn't be wise to tell them, or try to explain. V to convince the student body or the press or anyone else. They wouldn't understand." Be laid a hand on the professor's arm. "If yon think it's bard on the fans, think of Red Whltten. Think of the abuse he's standing never a word of praise or encouragement never a cheer; yet be goes Into every game with the same determined spirit the same cheerful grin, the same willing ness to do the best be knows how. Think of Bed Whltten. professor." Christmas Dinner " ' . the stands. There was a bracing quality tn the air. . There was an atmosphere of merriment and eager anticipation. The referee's whistle shrilled at exactly 2:15. The stands rose en masse at the kick-of- f. i . The quarter ended with the score Brlersley top. At the half they had increased the lead to 13-Something was wrong. Buckley's stands were sober. . . . Something gone wrong.. . The team wasn't playing up to snuff. A slip somewhere. 8-- In the locker room Coach Quale looked at his charges. They weren't a very cheerful looking bunch. Something had gone out of them. No talking, Be spoke quietly. would help; berating, cajoling, threatening wouldn't help . . . Bed Whltten's grinning face crossed his mind. Be swore softly. And at that moment a messenger entered the room. Coach Quale took the envelope; hurst It open; scanned the lines. Suddenly be was reading out loud, and the tenm was listening. 'Hang on, gang. You can win, I'm coming downl Bed." There was a stir. Some one grinned. The team sat op. Coach Quale saw the look in their eyes. Ha began to talk. Bed arrived near the end of the third quarter. He came by airplane and he wore his football togs and a grin on his face. Huckley had already scored seven points. Coach Quale called out Capt. Abe Otto. "Listen," he said to Abe. "I'm sending Bed In next quarter. "You're down near the line now. You'll be scoring again. "Well, give the hall to Red and let him make the touchdown. No, dont look at me 'that way. I want Red to make the touchdown. Red and no one else. Olve htm the hall somehow. Red deserves It Red makes the touch down or-- " Capt. Abe Otto nodded. "'All right All right" Vaguely he understood. Only vaguely. No one understood, no one hut Coach Quale, and, perhaps, Professor Rogers. Evidence of Mongolian Ancestry of Red Men New evidence that the American Indians were originally a Mongolian race which migrated to North America from Asia has been traced In funeral chants and other music of surviving Indian tribes by Dr. Marfus Barbenn of the Canadian national museum at Ottawa. Says Dr. R. FX Free. In his Week's Science (New York) : "Doctor Rarheau believes that the music of many of these chants shows clear resemblances to existing music In China, but little or no resemblance to European music or to native music In other parts of the world. Doctor Barbeau has also found the resem blances to Chinese music espwially marked among the Athnhanka tribes of the Pacific Northwest ; so uiuxh so that he suspects these tribes of being rel atlvely recent Immigrants from Asia, perhaps dating from the time of Ghenghls Khan." Literary Digest ; a ffo ' ' " I IA A Charhs Frfcenck. JfadswortAj JI tM -- t Jfi Scene on a Japanese Highway. Fnparcd National Geographic Seelaty. Washington. V. C. WNU SaTVloa. motor cars multiplying the Nipponese are Increasingly Inter ested In good roads. A few years ago travelers scanned railway maps when planning to tour Japan. Now, new roads Unking great cities with regions of historic and scenic interest on the larger Islands are diverting the attention of visitors to automobiles and Improved highways. It is possible, although. It must be confessed, sometimes slightly uncomfortable, to go by automobile throughout the length and breadth of Japan. To be sure, many of the roads are true "sunshine roads," which mean woe to him who attempts to travel them during the rainy seasons, when light bridges across flooding streams often become unsafe for heavy traffic or float away entirely; yet motoring at proper times presents only minor diff- WITH iculties. Drive along that historic Tokaido road from Yedo (Tokyo) to Kyoto, past Bakone lake, sacred Fuji, and the east seacoast With the sharp autumn air bringing red blood tingling to your checks, spiral up to Chuzenjl from Nlkko along the zigzag road carved on the steep mountain side. Behold there the exquisite panorama of multlhued maples. Climb to the mountains that gird the blue waters of Lake Towada. lush in the greenery of summer or aflame with riotous golds and reds of frost-tinteOctober. Direct your car out Into the country byways when summer rice planting or autumn harvest makes evident the patience and ceaseless industry of rural life. Discover for yourself charming places along the Inland sea, the Fuji lake district, and elsewhere. If you take one such trip, you will agree that motoring is well worth the effort even when the roads are In poor repair. Today, In Japan, automobile traffic Is steadily expanding. If one excepts d the Innumerable motorcycles and delivery autoblcycles that dart about everywhere, and Includes only the tiny flyweight cars, the raucous taxicabs that cruise the city streets for fares (normally about 25 cents) ; the public and private automobiles, the lumbering trucks, and the long, low busses that overfill the narrow roadways, there are now about 70,000 motorized vehicles on Honshu Island alone, and on the four main Islands a total of more than 100.000. Better Roads for Motors. The number of cars already in operation, together with those arriving dally at the docks or taking final shape In locally established assembly plants. Is ever a pressing argument for better roads. Ia the first eleven months of 1932 the United States exported to Japan 2.S28 busses and trucks and 2.7?.G pnssenger automobiles. The value of automohlle parts exported In this same period was d three-wheele- n Every day motors are widening their sphere of activity. Treaded pneumatic tires are leaving pattern In paths which for ages knew no nrints save those of bare or sandnl-claOpt. Gasoline fumes mingle with the dust that rises from roadbeds heretofore powdered and rutted only by the wheels of dog, bullock, or carts. The ronds are rapidly rhinging. even the historic old Tokaido from Tokyo to Kyoto, which served .Tapan as the Via Appla served ancient Rome, Although the old roadbed that echoed to rne hoofs of horses In the grand days of chivalry has been altered, until only cobbled spots between the weathered gnarled pines and stately crjptomerias Identify It, the panoramas are as delightful as ever. Mount Fuji still stands supreme In her winter whitened mantle or In the blue haze and shroud of cumulus clouds; the rivers still rush down from the purple hills, and the Inrolllng waves of the Pacific still brea along the East Seacoiwt as In bygone years. "There Is the music of the harp In the pine trees and the sound of the timbrel In the waves; the panting of the carriers is like the sound of flutes and the stamp of the horses" feet like the boom of the drum." Hakone Barrier Long Gone. If Chomel were to write that portion of his Tokaido diary today, he would have to and some additional Instrumental a! mMes 'or the exhaust of motors and the blatant sounding of klaxons. The old Hakone barrier gateway has been gone these d years. Ne d man-draw- n . I AND MRS. BLANK, let os gay. are having some of their klnfolks for Christmas dinner, or plantation, or In a In America. somewhere cottage The conversation turns to a boy of the neighborhood who la In the nary. to"I wonder what Frank Is doing Uncle George. wonders day," "And what be is having for Christmas dinner." Aunt Josle speculates. "Nary beans and sowbelly, I betcha," oplnea Grandpa, who served In the Civil war. "Let's see," says Pa. "Frank's on a battleship, isn't her This InYes. It's the Arkansas." formation from Ma. "Then hell have a swell feed," comments little Bill, who reads a lot and thinks maybe be I will Join the navy j I nimseif some day. tr?- oo a farm, ranch lUrBri f' berth. Four days tn which a hundred fan letter poured into the Buckley ad- A record crowd filled Sally Sez 0 Kbacls Battleship Ji Japan's Ilk On There were four days left before the game with Briersley the game that would decide the eastern championship. Four days In which Coach Quale put bis charges through an additional course of training. Tour days In which the press berated the Huckley coach unmercifully when It was learned that Bed Wbltten was slated to fill the right tackle's ministration office, beseeching the'au-thoritle- s to demand Bed's discharge from the squad. And on the third day Bed Wbltten slipped and sprained his ankle. Coach Quale sent the youth to the locker room ; a half hour later he himself followed. Gravely be stared down at the swollen ankle; talked with Doc Buggies, and ten minutes after made a decision, the Importance of which was lost on every one, save, perhaps. Prof. Parker Rogers. Bed Whltten would Dot play against Brlersley I The press made no bones about Identifying the announcement as good news. The student body grinned contentedly, albeit furtively. The fans cheered. On the nftb day. Friday. Coach Quale and his squad decamped for the Brlersley athletic field. A half hour before train time the coach ran up to Bed Whltten's room, found the youth seated beside a window from which point the railroad station was plainly visible. "Sorry, Bed," was all the coach said, and silently gripped the boy's hand. Red grinned. "Just come back with that championship. That's" all I care." . more do armed sentries there challenge one and demand to see passports and credentials, as In the days when glittering trains of dalmloa (feudal lords) marched In ceaseless parade back and forth on this route between the courts of the shogun (generalissimo) and emperor. Motor trekkers now stop only If they are Interested In examining the age-ol- d site. It ia sheer pleasure, however, to loiter along the way and enjoy the surpassing views across the cerulean Bakone lake, which on calm days mirrors that stately mountain named by the aboriginal Alnus Fuji, the Goddess of Fire. Not only along the Tokaido, but elsewhere as well, men with picks, shovels, and dump carts are beginning to carve wider and better trails of Joy and utility through the empire. A wide asphalt and concrete road, which connects the titan Industrial city, Osaka, with the port of Kobe, Is in the final stages of construction. And, mind you, "speed cops" are stationed along the way to check up on motorists trying more than the permitted 25 miles an hour! Thus far, however, motor traffic haa grown much tn excess of the development of the roads and the education of the people to the innovation that ia elbowing Its way into the congested thoroughfares. Persons who have become accustomed to wide macadam highways er spacious boulevards and are inclined to tread rather heavily on accelerators may find travel in Japan somewhat Irksome at first. Anxiety and Impatience must be left at home; otherwise the nervous strain will destroy all of the pleasures of motor vagabonding. Careful' and patient driving is, of necessity, the motorist's watchword on the Japanese highways. Not only are the roads generally narrow and full of turns, but up and down them passes a multifarious traffic. There is a constant succession of heavily laden bullock carts, bicyclists beyond count, people plodding under ponderous burdens, high-pile- d carts with dogs straining at leash to assist their perspiring masters to pull them, peddlers hawking their wares, trundling horse-draw- n wagons, and children babies playing in the open streets, youngsters going to and fro from school, hundreds of students on picnic or pilgrimage children everywhere. And there seems to be little Inclination on the part of any of them to share the road. Probably nowhere else In the world Is there such extensive or such a horde of Irresponsible bicyclists. Squeeze the bulb of your horn repeatedly, then sound your electric klaxon (every motorcar is equipped with both), and still there la Uttle movement In the traffic Why there Is such slowness to respond to the repeated signals Is hard to understand, since courtesy Is one of the outstanding traits of the people. Many persons hsve tried to analyze the problem in the hope of finding a remedy. Bicycles the Chief Trouble. "How many miles we get out of our horn, and not how many miles we get out of our tires. Is the question we have in Japan," a motorist resident may jokingly remark when you are discussing the subject of congestion on the roads and streets. Olve a man or boy a bicycle In Japan, where there are five and three-quartmillion bicycles to be reckoned with, and he will dart about with utter abandon, entirely disregarding traffic of all kinds. Consequently, bicycles constitute easily the most serious ol motorists' worries. If only the traffic police In the cities would devote to bicyclists a little of the assiduous at-- ' tentlon they seem to think necessary In controlling motor car traffic, the situation would Improve, Perhaps clenrer roads are In prospect. Irrespective of facts regarding the right of way, the motor owner usually has, as yet the heavier responsibility In court In event of a traffic accident. Congestion and delays that would evoke from Americans floods of vituperation leave the Japanese chauffeur outwardly unperturbed. If he speaks at all. It Is probably to ask, with most profuse apologies, If the carter who blocks the road will be so kind as to try to move his vehicle far enough to one side to permit a car h squeeze past After more apologies for canning Inconvenience, the chauffeur expresses his thanks and drives on. It is a rare gift Indeed, this courteous etiquette of chauffeurs. , "Jay-walkin- er L Ju8t t0 um y I ladaatrr'e taa "ataf" ef Saeeaaafal towaa an Uca amada. he, ia atrena, at rata rirab la the "haa.". And what LETS FATBONIZK HOME INDUCTS! at,sfy he curiosity of Pa and III Blank, Ma Aunt Josle, Uncle George, Grandma, Grandpa, Uttle Bill, and the neighbors generally, suppose we all step Into the quartermaster's of- fice on the U. S. S Arkansas at a and - sit Just a Habit "Advice don't often amount to much," said Uncle Eben, "but iom folks get so much enjoyment eat of givin' it dat you can't hardly ever say it was entirely a wait o' time." THIS WEEK'S PRIZE STORY mahogany desk with Chief Commissary Steward Jimmy East and find out all about what the boys on a battleship have to eat at Christmas time. "First" says Chief Jimmy, as he takes out his fountain pen and reaches for a sheet of letter paper with "U. S. S. Arkansas" printed at the top, "I'll give you the menu we served last Christmas." Here it is: New Kooacnlt haa Bade a plaa Wharcfer ear coantrr. te Caa praapanu aa. If an airca. Hia plaa ia known NBA And are we for It? Won. I'D url au, u My plan I Jait tailed B. L C will ata. Aad it'a a cead ana, "Bar Intemwentaia GeaaV aad ke A beeetar far Praapcritr. Mas. ALBERT JEFF. ya Calient. Ktnii, AT Utah ' - Idaho is a. difficult job and is well worth the "gift of gab" it imparts. j ASK TOOK DRUGGIST FOB APES COUGH SYRUP NOSE DROPS PRODUCT AN INTKBMOUNTAIN And Driver Sense, Too Uncle Ab says that no mater what you may say about horse sense, there's an awful lack of an tomobfle sense. Earn while you learn Barbering. A Permanent Business with a Big Income. Meier's Barber College Bait Lake City. UUI We meet four atata requirement HI Beccnt St Memorial of 100 A. D. A memorial stone set up to a Roman soldier by his "heir" about 100 A. D. was recently found near the English town of Chester. Utah High School of Beauty Gidtan 121 So. Main St Silt Lake Citr Til luatr Cultiri Prafissioi Knwt h Iipnsski To caa now kern profearioa that wjjj uke roe independent for the rut of r dara. IIS per month onlr tor th writ "" court of tlx month. Phono or for ear catalogue. Hail in coupon. NAME ADDRESS Safe Bet Jud Tunkins says he never swaM nosses while crossin' a stream. B picks out a good ferryboat in tni first place. Rattleinake'a Button Rattlesnakes, contrary to the belief that they acquire one rattle each year, sometimes add as many as four annually, if the reptiles are well fed. , , Lizard Absorbs Water doe Although the horned 'lizard wnen not drink water it absorbs it it is sprinkled on its skin. way. 4?j.w u We also have eight navy standard tor the best rticl, .r on ..Wnr Intermonntain nd Good" Similar to a bore. 84 ronr etory in prose or veri U termonntain Product Column, P." Bo 1355. Salt Lake City. If torr appear In thi ahonld and twelve steam boilers, each of sixty-galloca pneity. for vegetables and so forth. The meal Is pre pared under my dl rectlon by twenfv ship's cooks ami eight bakers. Fifty-livmess men serve It." "Of course you serve a good qual Ity of everything?" "Only the very besf says Chief Jimmy. "Besides the regular govern meut Inspection, all foodstuffs are again Injected ut ship side, and auy offering that Is not up to specifications goes right And there you have the story of a t'lirlsini.'is tinnier h hoard one or L'ncle in Utah and Worth All One Gets Kissing the blarney stone ' ranges, Oil Refining Service Stations MENU Celary Hearts Olives Sweet Pickles Fruit Cocktail Cream ot Tomato Soup Saltlnee Roast Young- Turkey Oyster Dressine Glblet Gravy Cranberry Sauce Green Peas . Mashed Potatoes Candied Sweet Potatoes Cauliflower Butter Sauce v . Hot Finger-ItoJ- le Tomato and Lettuce Salad , Thouiand Island Dressing Hard Candy Nuts Assorted Fruits Hot Mince Pie Ice Cream Coffee Chocolate Cake ' Cigars and Cigarettes "That dinner," says Chief Jimmy, "was served to the crew of 1,100, at a cost of $1.10 per man. In addition, the crew had as guests 200 orphans and other needy children." "Is that customary?" Chief Jimmy was asked. "Yes, the crews of ships In port make that a regular practice," was the reply. "Last Christmas the Arkansas was In port at San Diego." It was suggested that the quantities of food required for Christmas dinner on a battleship might astonish some of the folks "back home." And Chief Jimmy made this memorandum of the main Items, reading each aloud as he put It down: Celery, 400 lbs.; olives, 20 gals.; canned tomatoes, '150 lbs.; crackers, 200 lbs.; turkey. 1,200 lbs.; cranberries. 300 lbs.; Irish Potatoes, 600 lbs.; sweet potatoes, 600 lbs.; green peas, 200 lbs. ; cauliflower. 300 lbs. ; hot rolls, 2,400; ham, 400 lbs.; lettuce, 200 lbs.; fresh fruit 1,200 lbs.; nuts, 300 lbs.; candy, 500 lbs.; pies, 200; ice cream, 40 gals,; cigars, 1,100; cigarettes, 1,100 pkgs. ; coffee, 100 lbs. At this point Grandma might well have exclaimed: "My gracious! Six hundred pounds of Irish potatoes I It would take a week to peel them !" "How about that. Chief? Do you have any labor-savin- g devices In the galley?" ("Kitchen" to landlubbers.) 'Oh, yes," says Chief Jimmy. "The potatoes are peeled by power peelers, of which we have j two, each with a capacity of a hundred-pound sack In approximately five minutes. But the boys dig out the eyes with paring knives In the good 400 Sis $3.00 T- coin inn torn will eoiv check tor Wm9r h;i(-k:- " 'VIM'S llH'tJoliijLsi. Produce Heavy Fluid , Scientists have produced a clear, transparent fluid that is four tim a heavy as water from the r metal thallium, on which all ol 01 stones, precious monds, will float. including Snakes Look Like Twig Usually the winter hibernation animals is accompanied by coni lt r nt but this is not always true8 -- the watersnakes- of LoUIsi"Di These reptiles hibernate in swamp and may often be seen lying on bottom like bo many dead twig t |