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Thursday. April 18» 1939 The Gold Hill News, Gold Hill, Oregon ----- SiH'akinn of Sports------ COMES a MOMENT By ELINOR MAXWELL M ary Lorin< and her father. Jim. an in- effeiwual attorney, meet a train wnicn brings his wealthy sister-in-law. unmarried Linnie Cotsweil and her friend. L ellaO rm «* by. divorcee, for a Christmas visit Waking at home for them are Mary's mother, her younger sister. Ellen; her father’s nagging maiden sister. Aunt Mamie, and Peter, the baby of the fam ily At the depot Dr. Chrt»- topher Cragg helps the guests with their lug gage M ary is secretly In love with Doctor Cragg In leaving, her Aunt Linnle urges M ary to visit her in New York, but Mary re fuses M ary works In a rental where she spends her spare time writing short stories M a ry’s father Is let out as railroad attorney, the fees of which were most the sole support of his family To earn money, she decides to begin writing in ear nest. M a ry feels sure that her newest sto- rv. "A t Sea." would please the editors or National Weekly After finishing it she calls Doctor Cragg. who comes to the book store for a current novel Falling from a ladder while getting his book, she regains con- setousness to find his arms around her. He tells her he loves her. and then tells her he is to be married the coming month to a girl he has known all his life Despondent. M ary decides to accept her Aunt Llnnte’s invita tion In New York her aunt laughs at her for her plana to write, a id Insists that she meet as many eligible men aa possible. The new week brings two letters One. from the National Weekly, with a »100 check for her story, makes her deliriously happy. The other, from her sister, tells her that finan cial conditions at home are getting worse. The next day. at a party given by her aunt. M a rv meets distinguished Jerome Taylor, wealthy middle aged man-about-town. and effusive Count Umberto Balianci. The count's otlv manner nauseates her A note from her father the following day pleads with her not to mention the family's finan cial plight to her aunt. After reading It she forces herself to begin srork on her next short story, which Is more difficult to write than the first. She labors on until her sunt Informs her that Count Umberto, whom Le ila terms a sponger and fortune hunter. Is to take them to dinner that evening He takes them to a garish restaurant In Greenwich Village That evening M ary sends her story. "Their Son." to the National Weekly She goes to so*1 Phillip Buchanan, editor of the National Weeklv. to whom she has given her last story. He Invites her to lunch. He congratulates her for the simple treatment given the first story, and says that her last offering will receive immediate attention. At lunch she Is Introduced to attractive Jim Ormsby. Leila's former husband M ary tells Leila that she has met Jim and knows from L e ila’s actions that she still loves him. A letter from home tells M ary that Christo pher Cragg has finally married Dared by the news. M ary spends a miserable evening with her aunt at Jerry Taylor’s penthouse. wonderful! I’d love to stay here. Thank you so much. Why, in the time you’re away, I can write at least six shorts!” It was the morning of the second day in March that Addie called Mary to the telephone. "It’s Miss Hickenlooper,” the Mulatto said m a stentorian whisper, “or, anyhow, that’s all I could make out of the nam e.” “ Perhaps she’s calling up about ‘Their Son,’ ” she thought, rushing to the telephone. ”Or do editors have their receptionists attend to things of that sort?” But Miss Hickenlooper’s business did not concern the manuscript. In stead, she informed Mary that she was calling for Mr. Buchanan. He had asked a number of people to his apartment for cocktails at five that afternoon. Could Mary come? Mary accepted with the only bit of enthusiasm she had experienced for anything in days. “Thank you, Miss Hickenlooper,” she replied. “I’ll be there." Mr. Buchanan’s apartment—the second floor of a house which had once been someone’s very smart town home—was located in the East Fifties. Mary climbed one flight of the graceful, old mahogany stair case, and stopped timidly before a tall, paneled door through which could be heard the buzz of conver sation. No bell was to be seen, but a knocker of dull brass occupied CHAPTER V m Mary had taken out her type writer several times during that first week after the arrival of Ellen’s let ter telling of Chris’ marriage. She had tried to write, but her mind would give forth nothing, and, at long last, she had decided not to attempt any work for another solid week. She would accept every in vitation showered upon her by Count Balianci and Jerome Taylor: try to divert her thoughts from Chris by taking an interest in the amuse ments offered by these two men who appeared to be vying with each other for her company. Eventually, perhaps, she would be refreshed by their diversions, and able to return to business. In consequence of which, she spent every evening with either Balianci or Taylor; even went, accompanied by Aunt Linnie, to Journey’s End, Taylor’s estate in Westchester, for a week-end. There she danced with Jerome, she walked with him, she played a little atrocious Bridge as his partner. Her mind, however, was back in Hawkinsville, and she would never have dreamed of what was tran spiring, had not Aunt Linnie re marked nearly a dozen times a day: “My dear, the man’s simply mad about you, and I swear it’s the first time anybody’s ever known him to be seriously in love with anybody. Marry him, my dear, if he asks you, and he most certainly will. Just think, darling, what he can do for you!” Mary would reply, “Yes, Aunt Linnie, but Jerome’s old enough to be my father. I really couldn’t marry him.” To which Aunt Linnie would re ply, "Oh, nonsense! What if he is old enough to be your father? He’s stunning-looking, and he’s charming —and he’s rich as Croesus. All this talk about young love is poppy-cock. Any love wears off after the first few years. And then what have you besides worry over the grocery bill, and how you'll manage to pay the dentist for straightening the chil dren’s teeth?” Linnie’s and Lelia’s plans for a West Indies cruise were now com pleted. They were sailing on the Itasca the fifteenth of March, and expected to be gone at least six weeks. Linnie extended to Mary a most cordial invitation to accompa ny them, but Mary finally managed to convince her aunt of the sincerity of her desire to write. “I can never thank you enough, Aunt Linnie,” she said in conclusion, “but I am going to make writing my business, and it won’t ever amount to much of a success if I go gallivanting off on glorious pleasure trips.” “Then,” Linnie said firmly, “the thing for you to do, since you’re hell-bent on belonging to the intel ligentsia, is to remain right here in New York and work. You can’t accomplish anything by returning to Hawkinsville, and you might as well just stay in this apartment. Addie will be running it just the sam e.” Mary rushed to her aunt and threw grateful arms about her shoulders. “Oh. Aunt Linnie. how Eventually, Mr. Buchanan found time to come and sit on the arm of her cbair. a spot in the middle of the center panel, and with a gloved hand that trembled in spite of the self-control she was trying hard to exert, Mary lifted the metal hammer and knocked. This process had to be repeated three or four times before it elicited any response, but eventually a husky male, with a large pugna cious face, turned the knob and asked Mary to come in. He wore dark trousers and a white duck coat, and Mary assumed that he was Mr. Buchanan’s servant. He looked far more like a pugilist than a butler- valet, and she learned later that day that “Spike” actually had been more or less actively engaged in fisticuffs until a night several years previous, when Phillip Buchanan had literally dragged him out of the gutter, and installed him in his mod est bachelor abode. Phil Buchanan, surrounded by guests, and in the act of mixing a highball at a wheel-in bar, looked up, a bit startled, and beheld Mary standing in the doorway. "All right, Spike,” he replied with something akin to a sigh of resignation, and came swiftly forward. “I’m so glad you came, Miss Lor ing. Do forgive Spike's manner of announcing you. He simply can’t see any sense in the more esthetic points of .he social amenities—and maybe the guy’s right. You see, everybody else has been here be fore, and just barged in.” “I rather liked it,” Mary admit ted, smiling up into Phil Buchanan’s amused, gray eyes. "It made me feel at home. If anybody in Haw kinsville had a man-servant, I’m sure he’d be just as informal as Spike” Slowly, he took her about the big comfortable room, introducing her to one group after another, enunci ating her name clearly, speaking it in full. “This is Mary Loring,” he said, and Mary warmed to the gra cious kindness in his voice. “Her first story, ‘At Sea,’ will appear in The National Weekly the fifteenth of next month. Miss Loring, may I present . . . ” And, in turn, he men tioned the name and connection of each person there. “He’s press-agenting m e,” Mary void herself. “Bless his heart—he’s rather sweet.” Eventually, the introductions were ‘Hutch’Remains Level - Headed Despite Praise Peeling New Potatoes.—When scraping new potutoes, use a tin sel pot cleaner kept especially for the purpose lnsteud of a knife. When Painting.—A handful of huy placed In a bucket of water, which should he changed every few hours, will help to absorb the smell of fresh puint. • • • By R O B E R T M cSH A N E C harles H utch F rederick inson . Detroit’s $30.000 pitcher, o ARCADIA HOUSE PUBLICATIONS - WNU SERVICE SYNOPSIS HOUSEHOLD QUESTIONS over, and he placed her in a low chair before the fire of channel coal that crackled in the hearth, asked Mrs. Van Winkle, who appeared to be acting as hostess, to fetch her a cup of tea; then left her to the mercies of two intense young men, who, after greeting her effusively enough, returned wholeheartedly to a discussion of the relative merits of two recently published historical novels. A black Great Dane of rather startling proportions—evidently the dog that Spike was known to walk— either blinked sleepily before the fire, or else made himself a nuisance by begging first one guest and then another for food. He was a beauti ful, lumbering animal, slightly gray around the snoot and knotty at the knees, and his name was Oscar. Conversation buzzed and crackled about the room. Over by the east window, three men and a dowdily- dressed young woman were shrilly discussing the colossal sale of a new best-seller. Eventually, Mr. Buchanan found time to come and sit on the arm of her chair. "I ve been meaning to drop you a note,” he said, balanc ing, rather dangerously, a highball and a cigarette in the same hand. “We’d like a picture of you for our edition of Friday the eighth, and a short biographical sketch. Sort of introductory affair to the appear ance of ’At Sea’ a wee< later. Can you manage it?” “Heavens, I don’t know! 1 haven’t had my picture taken since I was ten!” “Um—well, that would scarcely do. We’re exploiting you as some what of a prodigy, but I hardly think we can make our readers believe you’re as young as all that! I’ll tell you what—Miss Hickenlooper will make an appointment for you with a photographer some time this week, and he can take a few shots at you.” “If you want me to, certainly?’ Then, glancing at her watch, "It’s later than I thought it was. I must be going.” “Dinner engagement?” “Well—yes.” "I’m sorry. A bunch of us'll prob ably drift into Tony’s, later on to night, and I’d rather hoped you’d go with us.” “I wish I could, ’ Mary replied, thinking how much more stimulat ing an evening with these hectic, in teresting people would be than the one she had in store. Jerome Tay lor was calling for her at seven. The dinner would be delectable. They would have the very choicest seats at the theater, and later go on to a club for supper. Everything would be perfect—but suddenly she wished, with all her fervor, that she might just stay on here with Phillip Buchanan and his friends. CHAPTER IX Spurred on with a new enthusi asm for writing because of having met, although rather casually and at no great length, a few arrived au thors, Mary again set to work the next day. She entitled her new story “Concerning Anne,” and, with a feverish zeal but not much convic tion, devoted the entire day to work ing on it. Aunt Linnie and Lelia were occupied with some last-min ute shopping for their cruise, and the apartment was blessedly quiet. Miss Hickenlooper, sounding slightly more cordial than she had that day at the office, telephoned Mary around three o’clock, and in formed her that she had made an appointment tor her for some sit tings at the photographer’s at four the following day. And would she mind dropping in the office before going to have her picture taken? Mr. Buchanan wished to talk to her. Mary acceded happily to both re quests, saying to herself, "Mr. Bu chanan's probably made his deci- sion on my story, and I believe. I really believe, it’s favorable. Other- wise, he would merely have re- turned the manuscript with a po lite note of refusal." The following day, she refused luncheon invitations both from Je rome Taylor and Count Balianci. "Concerning Anne” must be re- typed, and whipped into shape in order to present it to Mr. Buchanan that afternoon. Her heart was light while she made her plans. One story was finished, and another was about to be accepted. She was, she felt, going places and, for the time being, although she did not quite realize it, she had completely for gotten Christopher Cragg. At least, the hurt of his marrying lisa Grace- land was not bedeviling her every conscious thought. She arrived at The National Week ly quarters at exactly three o'clock, a large envelope containing her new manuscript under her arm. There were three people seated in the waiting room, but. much to her amazement. Miss Hickenlooper es corted her immediately, and with somewhat of a flourish, to Mr. Bu chanan's office. He was seated at his desk, gaz ing angrily at a typed letter in his hand. The afternoon sun filtered through the Venetian blind of the window behind him, and settled on that strangely sunburned hair of his, making him look. Mary thought, like a little boy who has spent too many hours on the beach. Buchanan rose hastily from his swivel chair. "Oh, Miss Loring! How are you? Won't you sit down?” Mary seated herself on the edge of the chair that faced his desk. “I’m very well, thank you. And I've really been working since 1 saw you the other day. Meeting all those interesting people at your apart ment stimulated me immensely, and I got busy at once on a new short.” "Um! That’s fine. Have you fin ished it?" Mary placed the brown envelope on the desk before him. “Here it is. I thought I might as well bring it with me since 1 was dropping in this afternoon anyhow. Miss Hick enlooper said you wanted to see me." Phil Buchanan extracted a crushed package of cigarettes from the pocket of ¡.is tweed coat; ex tended it rather vaguely towards Mary who nodded a refusal; helped himself, and lighted a match. "Yes, I wanted to talk to you about ‘Their Son? " Mary's heart turned a somersault. "Oh, so you’ve read it?” “ Yes, after Mr. Van Winkle turned it over to me with a recom- mendation for thumbs down.” "For what?” “Thumbs down. He didn't like it, Miss Loring. He said—well, to speak quite frankly, he said it was trite.” Mary felt the hot blood rushing to her face. “ But I decided to read it, any- how,” Buchanan went on, “and I’m afraid I have to agree with him. It doesn’t come up to the standard you set for your<-'lf when you wrote “At Sea.” The—well—the snap’s just not there. The plot's weak. The story lacks conviction.” Mary felt as if she had been slapped in the face. The man’s words seemed so brutal, and his re jection of "Their Son” was such a shock. She had definitely counted on receiving a check for it this after noon. A foolish !“mp filled her throat, and to her dismay she felt hot tears welling into her eyes and sliding treacherously from beneath her lashes. She could not trust her self even to look across at the man on the other side of the desk. (TO HE CONTINUED) P sy c h o lo g ist C ites F ive G rou n d s for L ove for M usic, E n jo y e d by M ost P eo p le Love for music can be explained by the psychologist. Dr. Carl E. Seashore of the University of Iowa, who as psychologist has for years been studying and predicting musi cal ability and appreciation, scouts the idea that love for music is an inexplicable emotion. Love of mu sic can be accounted for on five grounds, he writes, in the Music Ed ucators Journal. The first reason is physiological. We have an organism that regis ters music and responds to it some what like a resonator. Not only the central nervous system is affected, but the peripheral nervous system, all the muscles, all the internal or gans, and especially the autonomic system with its endocrines which furnishes a physical basis for emo tion. The whole body is put into c glow of well-being by the pleasure of hearing musical sounds. A single sound may be beautiful in itself, like a flower or a human face, Doctor Seashore emphasizes. The untutored mind and the musi cally trained can alike delight in their charm quite apart from their utility n building up musical form. Delight in “harmonic structure, the melodic progressions, the rhythmic patterns, the qualitative modula tions, in the flow of beautiful sounds” is another reason for love of music. Music carries us through the realms of creative imagination. We love music also because it is the language of social bonds. Music is a m essage and can move the so cial group into concerted action and into a feeling of common fellow ship. Finally we love music be cause it is a means of self-expres sion. It furnishes us with the Joy of putting into a fitting medium our love, our fears, our sympathy, our feelings of fellowship, our com munion with the Divine. On these five fundamental grounds, says Doctor Seashore, rests the psychologist’s adequate ex planation why we love music. Brought First Sheep The Spaniard Coronado brought the first domesticated sheep to America in 1540; but apparently they died, and sheep brought by the Spaniard Onate in 1598 were ances tors of Navajo Indian sheep. has one outstanding virtue which will do much to save him from his friends and well-wishers. | ; “ Hutch" Is a solid, unimaginative | player. Much more so than the av ; erage youth his age, which Is 1$. Imperturbable and unemotional, the youngster has been the subject of more publicity pieces than any pitcher of his age In the history of So far this spotlight j the game. j hasn't daasled hint In the least. Most of the stuff written about the Seattle youth has been In superla tive praise. One author gave him the "pitching magic of Christy Mathewson in hla right arm." An other article was titled “The ’Noth ing Ball* No One Can Hit.” Hutchinson still has to prove him self in big league competition. Un- R em ovin g P aper L s b e ls .— You cun readily remove the paper label from u bottle If you wet the label and hold it near the flume of the stove. • • • For Nervous Fingers.—If you are continually breaking eggs when trying to sepurute them, try breaking the eggs one nt a time Into a funnel which has been placed over a Jelly tumbler. The white will puss through the funnel, leaving the yolk in the funnel. AT LAST! THE TRUTH ABOUT LOSING FAT N EW YORK, N V In a t « t br • iruminrnt N. Y. phT.«i»n and nationally JS wt'wwn litat n«w»iMi|»wr woman — • total nt -’* 6 lb* in 40 day*. Y O U , «*©« can f-.ll..« i h l. S A M E . 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A Jar ef K ru a e h e n • aata a n lv a fe w r e n ts an d taata « w aeha So. fat ladies get some gum 'vtionl M A K E U P Y o r k M I N D Y O l r l I. S T IC K to the above H a n fo r «lava and |u«t aee if you d on’t lose fat and feel healthier and younger. Y o u can get Kruaehen at d ru g gists everywhere. FRED HUTCHINSON Sinews of Virtue Good company and good d i s course ore the very sinews of vir tue.—Izaak Walton. questionably his admirers had very worthy motives in heaping praise on his head. But they also succeed ed in putting the boy on the spot. To live up to his publicity would re quire the skill of a genius. If he fails it will be largely the fault of his friends who have built him up into a pitching juggernaut. He will need all his composure and steadiness. American league wits are practicing for Hutchinson. A high-priced and highly publicized player, he offers a fair target for their “ riding." And they won’t he gentle when they start ribbing him about his “ nothing ball" and his “ magical right arm.” Best in Minors? Termed the greatest pitcher in the minor leagues last year, Hutchin- son’s claim to that distinction—or rather his friends’ claim to that hon- or for him—can be disputed. Paul Trout. Sandcut, Ind., idol, won 22 ! games and lost 6 in the Texas ! league. Hutchinson won 25 and lost 7 in the Pacific Coast league. Trout’s victories were gathered in three and , one-half months of play while Hutch inson's were compiled in six months ] of competition. All in all. Trout’s record for the year was the more , formidable. Nevertheless, Hutchinson Is a I great ball player. He was beaten j only once as a high school pitcher, twice as an American Legion pitch i er, twice while hurling for Yakima and seven times last year. That la a great record. His immediate future would be in less doubt if the superlative oraisc I would come to a sudden end. Few ! things are as harmful to a young athlete as extravagant, over-done acclaim. His personal cheering sec tion would do well to soft pedal its applause until the season is under way. Sport Shorts LJ ASKELL Indian institute has L* bowed out of the big time with an announcement that hereafter the school will meet only prep teams on the gridiron. Haskell, in former years, played Notre Dame, teams of the Big Six and the Big Ten . . . Prof. Herbert Olivecrona, Swedish brain specialist, says boxing is no more dangerous than any other sport, but that a fighter should re tire from the ring for at least a year after being knocked out . . . Three Florida golf courses, aban doned during the depression, have been reconditioned and reopened . . . Stagehand, winner of the Santa Anita handicap and derby, was the leading money winner of 1938. Prior to that Joseph E. Widener sold him for only $8,000 , . . Sixty-five year old Tom Sharkey, heavyweight con tender in the days of Corbett, Fitz- simmons and Jeffries, is appearing as a strong man in the Golden Gate exposition . . , For the past five seasons, Ernie Lombardi of the Reds, who led the National league in batting last year, has not made a sacrifice bunt . . . The Canadian Futurity for three-year-old trotters ind pacers has been awarded to Strathroy for Labor day. Purses for each division of pacers and trot ters will be $3,500 . . . The Ameri can Olympic rowing committee has decided to send oarsmen to com pete in five events in Finland in 1940 . . . Harry Hillman recently started his thirty-first campaign as track coach at Dartmouth. ' ! i : | , Twenty-five years o f scientific research made it possible for Quaker State, in 1 9 1 4 , to pro duce the only motor oil which su ccessfu lly lubricated the hottest running motor o f its time . . . the Franklin Air cooled engine. 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