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About The Willamina times. (Willamina, Yamhill County, Oregon) 1909-1972 | View Entire Issue (July 21, 1938)
TIMES. WILLAMINA. OREGON ( Three “ Hnfamous” Husbands A nd Their Famous Spouses No one needs a sense of humor more acutely or more constantly th an the gentleman who takes unto himself a famous wife. II hile he may—or again may not—be No. 1 man in the privacy of his home, the fact remains that at every public appearance, in every press notice, and in the minds of all but his own intimate friends, he is ever and anon— and undoubtedly ad nauseam, “Mr. Actress or ' Mr. Authoress or Mr. Aviatrix" as the case may be. Below is the former Ruth Bryan Owen, whom President Roosevelt once appointed minister to Denmark. She arrived and fell in love with a Dane, Boerge Rhode. Today millions of Americans still know her as Ruth Brvan Owen, but only a scant few as Mrs. Boerge Rhode. Gladys Swarthout, star of the M etropolitan opera and the movies, shown with her husband, I rank Chapman, Jr., to whom she has been happily married some time. Two people were walking along • road together. One was a young woman, the other a handsome farm lad. The farm lad was carrying a large poll on his back, holding a chicken in one hand, a cane In the other, and leading a goat. They came to a dark lane. Said the girl: “ I’m afraid to walk here with you. You might try to kiss m e.” Said the farm lad: "How could I, with all these things I’m carrying?” "Well, you might stick the cane in the ground, tie the goat to it. and put the chicken under the pail."—• Tit-Bits Magazine. IN THE "IV E ” CLASS t Dr. F. D. Griffin smiles graciously at the attention which he knows is meant for his lovely screen actress wife, Irene Dunne. “ Tom used to like my pensive ways." "Has he changed?" “ Now he calls them expensive." -BURGESS BEDTIME STORY- T h e A d v e n tu r e s o f P e te r R a b b it By THORNTON W. BURGESS USTER BEAR had told Old Man Coyote and Reddy Fox and Granny Fox and Hooty the Owl that if they wanted to catch who ever was hiding under the pile of brush in the Green Forest which they had been watching so long he would pull it to pieces for them, but they would have to come up very close, so that whoever was hiding there couldn’t get away. So, little by little, each watching the other sharply, Old Man Coyote, Red dy Fox and Granny Fox hud crept in nearer and nearer to the pile of brush until they were close to it. Reddy had chased Peter Rabbit un der there early in the day, so he must be there now. Only «Hooty the Owl did not come in close. Hooty remained right where he was in a tall pine tree, where he could see all that went on and could swoop down when the time came. ! “ It’s a lot of work to pull over I that pile of brush,” said he, “ and | I don’t want to do it for nothing. You must be near enough so that ! when Peter Rabbit runs out he will have no time to dodge before one of you has him.” At last the others were near B FOR SPECTATORS—About per fect for spectator sports is this sim ple frock of cream-colored aloha cloth chosen by June Lang of the movies. Brown composition leather buttons are used to mark the front closing and match a novel belt of brown tooled leather which com pletes the ensemble. AM A ZE A M BY IN UTE SCIENTIFACTS A RNO LD enough to suit Buster Bear. • Hooty cried G rarny Fox excitedly. But Buster Bear didn’t seem to didn’t know what it meant, but he began to suspect that there was hear. And he didn’t seem to no some joke, and he leaned forward tice how the flying sticks were making the others dance and duck to watch more closely. “ Are you ready?” asked Buster. and dodge. He just worked faster “ Ready,” replied Old Man Coyote, than ever and threw sticks this way and threw sticks that way un til the air was so full of sticks that Old Man Coyote and Reddy Fox and Granny Fox just had to shut their eyes while they tried to get away, nnd Peter Rabbit might have run right under their noses without them knowing it. Only Hooty the Owl, who, you know, kept his watch from high up in a tall pine tree, was able to sec whether or not Peter ran out, and even Hooty had a hard time to make sure. You see, it was so funny to see Old Man Coyote and Reddy and Granny Fox jumping this way and leaping that way and dodging the other way to keep from being hit by those flying sticks that for the first time since any one could remember Hooty remained right where he Hooty the Owl actually laughed. was in a tall pine tree. But though he laughed so hard and set his feet to spring swiftly. he still kept a sharp watch for “ Ready,” replied Reddy Fox and Peter Rabbit. To Hooty’s way of Granny Fox, and they, too, pre thinking, there is no pleasure so pared to jump at the first sign of great as the eating of a good dinner, and he is not one to let his enjoy Peter. “ Watch out, then!" cried Buster ment of a joke cheat him out of a Bear, and straightway made the good meal. So while he laughed brush fly in every direction. The and laughed and laughed he kept sharp watch, too. air was full of sticks. At last Buster sent flying the last “ Oh!” yelped Reddy Fox, as one bit of brush under which Peter could hit him sharply across the face. “ Hi!” yelled Old Man Coyote, as possibly hide, and there was—no body! a big stick hit him in the ribs. © T. W. Burge»».—WNU Service. “ Look out what you are doing!” In fo rm a lity Seems O rder o f the D ay In M odern Furniture as in Manners By BETTY WELLS OUR butler will look down his nose at the casual furniture now in fashion. If you have a butler. But informality is the order of the day, in decoration as in manners, and current exhibitions of new in teriors stress this trend with a dash. You’ll see maple, plenty of it, but it’s done with a lot of contempor ary style. For instance, in a little bedroom we noted the other day, the poster bed and chest were of a honey color maple and the wall pa per was a mellow little old diamond- checked flower design with a good deal of rose in it, some green and an ivory ground. A white bedspread, very crisp and starched looking, white voile curtains and a quilt in white and green, all carried out the pleasant New England character of the room. But for accent there were two button back upholstered slipper chairs in chartreuse green finished with a cotton rope fringe. And Aurelia Hunt, a friend of ours, has just designed some ex uberant modern-provincial pieces, also for a bedroom. They’re of Y « Swedish inspiration with modern lines and painted decorations of peasant origin in a brilliant orange and a clear sparkling blue. Another unexpected combination of peasant with modern was a bed room with slender blond furniture Handy Man The chief constable of a small town was also an expert veterinary surgeon. One night the telephone bell rang. The chief constable’s wife answered it. "Is that Mr. Jenkins?" asked an agitated voice. “ Do you want my husband In his capacity as veterinary surgeon or as chief constable?" "Both, m adam ,” came the reply. "We can’t get our new bulldog to open his mouth, and there’s a burg lar in it." —Tit-Bits Magazine. The Insult The three street musicians la bored through several popular songs, and disbanded for a few mo ments to take up a collection. One knocked on the door of a nearby house A gruff man appeared, and thundered: "Well, what do you want?" *T’ve come for a little gratuity, sir.” “ Gratuity! Why, my good m an, I thought you came to apologize/’ And Keep the Change Customer (telephoning) — Say, three of those apples you sent me yesterday were rotten. I’m going to bring ’em back. Grocer—That’s all right, madam. You needn't return them. Your word is as good as the apples. Absolutely O. K. A boy was about to purchase a seat for a movie in the afternoon. The box office man asked, "Why aren't you in school?” “ O, it’s all right, sir,” said the youngster earnestly, “ I've got mea sles.” 1120 "Frequent water drinking,” said the specialist, "prevents you from becoming stiff in the joints.” “ Yes," says the co-ed, "but some of the joints don't serve w ater."— Annapolis Log. Still in Doubt “ Ho, ho,” laughed the American lad. “ Jack said he always thought Sandy Hook was a Scotsman!” "Haw, haw!” chortled his Eng lish companion. “ And just what nationality is the bally blighter, any how?” MAKING PROGRESS The butler may disapprove. . . . complemented by a painted Swiss chest, by a painted peasant decora tion on the alcove wall above the bed and by the comfortably pat terned American hooked rug on the floor. The walls were painted in a dusty apricot color, with turquoise wood trim ; the curtains w-ere plaid. © By Betty Well«.—WNU Service. “ How are your New Year resolu tions holding out?” “ First rate. By amending them, from time to time I may make ’em last all year.” «