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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH. UTAH A BACHELORS DILEMMA 1 m By J. A. WALDRON George Matthew Adams. WNU Service. stilson was a professor in a college to New York to permit an occasional week-enin the fascinating city. New York is an educational town from any viewpoint. College professors may find in it matters related to any abstruse subject, or if they are more worldly than the legends say, they may discover numberless things that variously interest multitudes that do not run to brain. This young professors stipend was still modest, even after slight attention to college salaries by conscience-stricken millionaires. And although he had the tastes of a coupon - cutter, Gerald managed on week-end- s long periods apart to make it go enjoyably and rationally, for he was a bachelor, and away from his books looked the leisurely Gerald d, joy-seek- er. There were times of long abstinence from expenditure when Gerat the ald could pass a week-en- d most expensive hotels in a style which did not set him apart from typical units of the smart mobs that He always affect such hotels. dressed well, and he had a maimer that kept him in the picture. And profound subjects were taboo to the professor during these moments of leisure. The theater was his chief object, and that charmed him most when the rising curtain disclosed girls. He could get all the Shakespeare he desired in regular editions. As to girls, remember that . the professor was a bachelor. soOn one of his enStilson town in Professor journs countered Harry Mynard m the hotel lobby. They had not met since they were boys together back in a western town in which Harrys father was more potent than Poo Bah. The elder Mynard had owned about everything in view in that town except the railroad shops, which had a part of a suburb which he coveted, but he was a benevolent despot, and he died full of local honors leaving several millions to Harry and his daughter Susan, whom the census recorded as a spinster. The professors father, of minor distinction in the town, had a flair and for Wall Street by died minus means ust as Gerald became a freshman in an eastern college, through which the boy worked his way, with an antipathy to the place of his birth. As their boyhood companionship had been ideal, the greeting between Gerald and Harry was warm. Its a shame we havent forgathI was ered before, said Harry. going to run up to your college to This is look you up, anyway. lucky. Yes? Well, Im glad you havent , forgotten me, although we have so little in common these days. What do you mean, old man? I understand youre loaded with money. One who has to keep busy spending his income has little time to renew ancient and commonplace acquaintance. This sort of thing Geralds gesture indicated the fashis regular with ionable crowd with me. is unusual it while you, Yet Geralds smile showed no covetousness. Rot I Ill wager youre far happier than I am at that. But I had a purpose in seeing you, Gerald, and should have looked you up, as 1 say. A purpose? Yes. A strange one. If we hadnt been boy intimates I never should have presumed to broach it. Do you remember Sue? Your little sister? No longer little, of course. Yes. Why shouldnt I remember Sue? She was always tagging us about. And I loved the child, although we sometimes thought her a pest. I suppose she is married and settled by this time. Harry regarded Gerald closely, and for a moment seemed embarI feel that youll not rassed. misinterpret anything I may say and will understand from old times. Sue isnt married. Shes nearly thirty. She was four or five years younger, I remember not old enough to chase around with us, as she tried to do. You just remarked I loved the long-plann- pre-empt- ed ed long-distanc- child. As e, ' She was so I did, Harry. clever. That explains hei single state today! Nonsense! W isnt possible that she should have grown up away from me and still held a childish fancy if she ever had it! On the contrary, I believe it is the truth. I want you to meet Sue. You are a man on the treadmill. Im speaking plainly. You will never attain ease in life unless you marry money. Professors do not win it. But this is a bald proposal coldblooded Harry ! Be sensible, Gerald! Romance is all right in its place. And there may even be romance in this if you will consent to see Sue to study her. She is very dear to me, and she is a woman in a thousand. Youll marry someone sometime. Why not gamble on this chance for happiness and ease? Its a strange notion something out of my habit of thought something not exactly regular. If she is really sentimental about me Id stake my life on that as a fact. Think it over, in all seriousness, Gerald. How long shall you be in town? Until tomorrow night. Very well. See me tomorrow. Decide in the meantime. And consider my love for my sister an excuse for my obsession. Harry put out his hand, which Gerald took absently, and they sep- arated. The young professors holiday was robbed of impulse. He had intended to go to the theater. Instead he went to his room, lighted his pipe, buried himself in a chair, and began to think. He pictured Geralds sister as he had known her long ago. He remembered that she was freckled; that her hair was reddish; that her nose was what was called for her a snub; that she was-ta-ll years and infinitely awkward; that her hands seemed always red and often grimy, and that her eyes were rather queer. And she was a tomboy. By no stretch of his imagination could he picture her as grown to comeliness. Still he remembered that she ,was mentally alert and as full of mischief as an egg of meat. Then he tried to imagine what he would do with money in quantities money that marriage with her would bring. As he thought he became disgusted with himself for any sordid calculation on the subject. He would decide at once, and in the negative. He could not love any woman to order, or with an ulterior purpose. He wondered if he could get Harry on the phone. He tried and had a quick response: Hello! Is this Mr. Mynard? Professor Stilson Gerald speaking. Yes. Well, Harry, Ive decided already. Sorry mighty sorry but I cant further consider what we old were talking about. Good-bchap! It had all taken but a few minutes. He could still go to a matinee. There was a new music comedy he wanted to see. He would exclude the other subject from his mind. Returning to the hotel after the performance Gerald decided to dine there. He spruced up a bit, and after a pipe sauntered into the dining room. Taking a seat near the entrance, he ordered modestly and thought how unsatisfying the show had been. He had secured a seat in the front row. The lines of the comedy had been trite and silly, and the music old stuff simply g jazzed. Gerald was a fellow, and two or three of the girls had made eyes at him. Their makeup was destructive of all illusion.' What futility! There were few in, the diningroom, as it was early. Gerald noted a woman two tables in front of him, facing him. She had been observing him, but turned her eyes away as he looked at her. Under her table he could see her feet, perfectthat ly shod, and ankles, were also perfect. As she sat she seemed a tall woman, and her costume, modish but in fine taste, suggested a strikingly shapely figure. Her hair he thought wonderful, and her face beautiful, while her eyes, as she turned them his way again, even from the distance thrilled him. How different, he thought, was this well-bre- d and handsome creature from the girls he had seen! As Gerald studied her, trying to eliminate any suggestion of flirting from his manner, Harry Mynard entered with a throng seeking tables. Harry came over to Gerald with outstretched hand: Howdy! I wonder if you have any objection, Gerald, to meeting Sue formally, just for sake? No objection in the world, Harry, said Gerald, rising. And in a Well, here she is. moment Gerald, embarrassed to the point of incoherence, was stammering a greeting to the wonderfu woman he had been admiring. Well, Gerald, that reversed is the answer. What do you mean? As a child Sue was infatuated with you. She has had a dozen chances to marry. I believe in my y Saved by heart for I have studied her close-ldetheir When for love you that. her young South affection. Durban, a into permanent veloped on in seen telephone you Although she hasnt years she has kept track of you. death. t old-tim- es W.V . WHOS NEWS WEEK By LEMUEL F. PARTON NEW Shanghais Skyline From the Race Track. Huge, Picturesque Shanghai and Its Famous International Settlement Prepared by National Geographic Society. D. C. WNU Service. the major battles Japanese and forces have of late in the northeast raged province of Shantung, Shanghai still has reminders of the conflict which swept through the city last year. In accordance with arrangements of long standing between the Chinese and foreign governments, the latter maintain units of their troops at several points in China, one of the most important of these being the International Settlement in Shanghai. WHILE good-lookin- . . THIS y, d, AS What Shanghai Is Like Excepting occasional stately junks with eyes painted on either side of the high bow to enable them to see their way, there is little to suggest the Orient on the way up the Whang-po- o river in Shanghai. Before the dock is reached, however, China obtrudes itself upon the sight and its odors penetrate the nostrils. From a downstream wharf it is a half hours ride in a tender to the customs jetty in the city. Wharves, warehouses, and factories line the shores. Immediately beyond the Japanese docks in Hongkew appears the curve of water front upon which three consulates now stand. Beyond lies the mouth of Soochow creek, the crowded stream which meanders tortuously through the city. It bristles with the floating homes of innumerable Chinese Chinese who are born, live their entire lives, and die on the sampans which huddle together in its murky water. Babies, toddling too near the gunwales, sometimes topple in, and, having been fished out, are set casually to dry. Water dipped up over the side is used by the women for cooking rice and vegetables; clothes are washed in it; and it imparts that certain flavor to tea. A sampan gaily pavilioned and festooned in red indicates that a wedding will soon take place. English Had First Foothold There. Great Britain was the first of all the nations which now have such valuable commercial interests in the city above the sea to recognize the vast potentialities of the little fishing hamlet on the muddy shores of the Whangpoo. In 1842, emerging victorious from the Opium war, she concluded with China the Treaty of Nanking by which Shanghai and four other coastal cities were established as treaty ports. Within two years the United States and France, realizing that Shanghais geographical position made it the natural outlet for products of the rich Yangtze river valley, followed suit and signed trade pacts with China. Ninety-si- x years ago, when the foreigners first obtained areas for settlement, land on the water front brought only $200 (Mex.) an acre. By 1935 an acre of Bundside property was valued at more than four millions. An amazing variety of traffic throngs the Bund, that splendid waterfront boulevard which is the center of Shanghais bustling activity, Fine Buildings on the Bund. Imposing buildings, reminiscent of London, line the Bund; banks, business houses, newspaper offices; clubs. The conveyances of the East, rickshas, handcarts, and wheelbarrows, bearing an unbelievable variety of loads, make way for lumberbuses, trams, and ing double-decke- d sleek foreign cars. The Chinese have proved remarkably adaptable in"'adjusting themselves to contact with English-speakin- g nations. They have adopted automobiles, foreign clothes Telephone Wires planes crashed near jazi, and golf. The natives of the Africa, two flyers fel treaty ports have evolved a bizzare wires and escapee speech based on English with which y silk-cla- S V.y so-call- ed they can communicate torily with the stranger. Since the average occidental resident of Shanghai will not take the trouble to learn the local dialect, the natives use pidgin, or business English. In fact, two Chinese from different provinces often resort to this jargon, for each is almost sure to have difficulty in understanding the dialect of the other. In pidgin English one word often does duty for three or four. Thus my signifies also I, me, mine and their plural forms. My no savvy, of course, means I do not What thing have understand. got? is to say What have you?" When the supply of butter is your cook will come to you with the complaint, Butter have finish, missie. There is the tradition of face which governs the duties of each employee within ironbound limits. Your cook will not mix cocktails. He leaves this to the number one boy, who, in turn will not clean shoes or run errands. These tasks are the coolies pidgin. The wise foreigner does not attempt to change customs which have existed for centuries. Chinese servants are justly famous. As a class they are unsurpassed in loyalty, industry, patience and cheerfulness. They sometimes wonder at the strange customs of the foreigner, but they bear with him. Night Life in the City. Even during trouble the famous night life of this cosmopolitan city of Asia continues with vigor. At such times private entertaining is somewhat curtailed. Pity the poor hostess whose guests have been caught by the curfew and who has them on her hands until dawn! . Hotels and night clubs offer the usual diversions, profiting by the increased trade which results from the enforced stay of those who are caught by the curfew. At such times, as well as under normal conditions, the conservative old Palace hotel on the Bund and the Cathay, its counterpart across the street, present pictures of gaiety at cocktail time. The bar at the Cercle Sportif Francais, the popular sports club in the French Concession, is noisy with sprightly conversation in a half dozen languages: Chinese boys in long white gowns, their black pantaloons bound tightly about the ankles, move silently through the crowd with chits and laden trays The Cathay hotel offers diverse amusement. The glittering shops in its arcade are stocked with Peking rugs, jewel jade, silks, and curios. For swank one dines in its grill under the lofty black pyramid which surmounts its roof. The orchestra which plays in its ballroom pleases even blase American tourists. Chinese dance halls have openec in large numbers in the last two or three years. The native musician has not yet become a master o: American syncopation, and the orchestras are usually Russian. A modern young Chinese in foreign clothes, complete with hornrimmed glasses and brilliantinec hair, executes elaborate steps with his slender, narrow-eye- d compansatisfac-Washingto- n, ex-laust-ed te 20-sto- ry ion. She is gowned in high-neck- ec brocade, dainty, exquisite. Some times as she sits sipping her drink, with the she renews her make-u- p contents of a compact. Until well into the Twentieth century Chinese women of the better class were not seen in public. When they did leave their homes, it was only in sedan chairs, concealed from the eyes of the world. With the influx of Western ideas of womens Chinese freedom the woman emerged from her isolation. Footbinding, possibly an expedient for keeping women at home, not only went out of fashion but became YORK. France is to think she has another Clemenceau in Premier Daladier, and she still has Marshal Philippe . Petain, one of the How retain few survivors of the great generals Keeps Fit f the World war. at 82 Two or three years ago. General Petain was counseling peace and conciliation with Germany. Now he warns the French people of their serious situation in Europe, and urges them to consider realities. It is quite possible that is mainly accountable for General Petain being alive, trim, fit and active at eighty-twHe is an inveterate ejected from his apartment in 1914, because he jarred the plaster from the walls. This writers record as to that goes only to 1934, but, in that year, he was still skipping diligentJoffre, Foch and Maginot, ly. among the French, Von Mackensen, Ludendorff and Hindenburg among the Germans all have passed, but Marshal Petain lives on, venerated by his countrymen. He was born Henri Philippe Omer Joseph Petain, the son of a baker in Couchy a la Tour. rope-skippin- g o. rope-skippe- r, non-skippe- rs Be-no- ni Man Mountain Dean, the wrestler, running for the legislature in Georgia, is after only Dean one seat, but he will need three or Girds for if he is electBallot Bout four In ed. retirement on his farm, near Norcross, he still weighs 317 pounds. It is a unique contest for him, with no chance for his running broad-jumattack, in which he hurtles his body against his opponent. His career seems to have been mostly his wifes idea. Born Frank Leavitt, in New York, known as the Hells Kitchen Hillbilly, he did a hitch in the army and thereafter engaged in some desultory wrestling and mauling as a Soldier Leavitt. Nothing much came of it, and he began placidly taking on weight as traffic cop in Miami, Fla. Doris Dean married him and began prodding his lagging ambition. He started grappling again, In Bostin in 1933, with fame still elud-in- g p Doubled for Film Star as Henry VIII his half-nelso- n, when a German promoter took him ofhe Rhineland. This was more successful, and brought him to the attention of Alexandre Korda, who needed a double for Charles Laughton as Henry VIII in the wrestling scene. Thus came the famous whiskers, an important detail of his wifes clever showmanof the Man ship in the build-u- p Mountain. It was she who persuaded him to take the name Dean and who managed the histrionics which made him a fabulous creature. He street was born in West Forty-thirin 1891, weighing 16 pounds. d George e. q. Johnson, the bespec- self-effacin- g, tacled man who sent Capone to Alcatraz, is devoting his life to social betterment. He wants to make cities less fertile soil for crime, and to that end, would flush city and country children back and forth, interchangeably, to the benefit of each, he believes, and the nurture of good A1 It ' was as United States at- torney that he deftly enmeshed of Capone in a silken spider-we- b evidence, laboriously gathered and spun. The next year, Herbert Hoover made him a federal judge, but he stayed on the bench only a year and then went back to his law practice. He broke the gangs in Chicago. His story of how he snared Capone, told before the senate judiciary committee, with its tales of trapdoors and secret panels, was Grade A melodrama, but he didnt make it sound that way. He is a modest man, with no instincts of showmanship. Consolidated News Features. WNU Service. ) |
