THE EUGENE GUABD
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Evening, May 4, 1925
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HORIZONTAL
A cnrtnin on which motion plc
tnrea mT b "hown.
A itrlnf of links (pi.).
Inclination.
Valuable property.
Sun sod.
Conducts orchestra.
Xoa and 1.
Liable. '
Weights.
Early evening meal.
Fruit
Roadhonse.
To place automobile in a re
ferred spot.
To debark.
Bent (t.)
To allot ,
Garden tooL
To want
Knows facta.
Performs.
Metal in natural form.
8ea eatle.
Matter in aeriform atata.
To taunt
Period.
Atop.
Proceeding from the aide.
Seventh musical note.
Ship's prows. . t ,
Selected. (
To boil.
To confide.
VERTICAL
Strips of leather. '
Material used for mourning.
Kecond note in scale.
Finish.
To prepare for publication.
Headgear (pi.).
Animal similar to donkey.
Kiijts.
More recent.
Special cuts of meat.
Common houae plant.
To invade suddenly.
A penny.
Abilitiea.
Large drinking cup.
Values.
To babble.
Born.
English money.
Four-wheeled vehicles drawn by
horses.
Contraction.
Stag.
To happen.
Light boat ssed by Indians.
Long grass.
Remarks.
Ribbon band around the waist
To rage.
To rent
To cut off.
Polut of compass.
Toward.
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puzzle:
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Radio
Programs
TONIGHT'S PROGRAMS
Paclfio Coast
KGW. Inrtlnnrt JI1 r. a(aPa n
P. m.. Children's nrni.ru in. rt t. m n..
m recital by William It.' Boone. pro-
twtea throuph the courtesy of the
tftnbtn Kiectric comnnnv 7 -IS n tn
wellher, police antl murket reports,
"i Duuenns and baseball scores,
after 8 p. m., sili-nt for lung-dit&ance
reception.
KFAK. Piillinnn Woah SJQ rt
jB 7:30-0 p. in., students' of Mrs.
k Vema Klmbrnuglit. Dean Herbert
himbwush: Harvey Wixson, tenor;
Ucrothy lliitrhmsnn, soufnno; Lil
ian Peliil,.,!. n;n;Df. r-i.:.
tea. h.iriMiito fj.nl. w:i'i.:
i"!in Baker, pianist; Vay Kerna,
e'traJto; Pauline Williams, pianist;
mh!5." Professor K. G. Schnfer;
Owning the Interior of Tour New
-?''" 1'rofsst" i'Md Mounds;
h it W.irth Seeing in Klorenee."
"otewor ( r, j Itrewstcr; "Fnr-l'rf-or
K. II. Steffon;
i. I, """ "''"ing a uooa ijiwn.
MI. Us Anccles, Cnl-. 3IW.5 me-ll-o::.K
t. , v. :
hour: ti:l.-.:ao. .McIJaniel's
JWIj d..mg; G:l.-,.7, musical appre
talk; 7 y. Kvening Herald Ra
,i d"',",' "nbestra; 8-9, Stin-
Girls' ir.irumental trio; B-ltl.
f-afram, Wali.-r t t,..kP T... .
r: li.ii. Emin: Ha,
J? . h,s Alexan.lrria hotel dance
KF0.4 Sontfl.. W L Art n
"r.::. n m qyJ
trim M','n,5;in' ,:if,y Co- P-
Kola entertniners; ' 0-10, program,
St'ckwell Manufacturing company;
10-11, Goorich Silvertown Ord dance
orrhtstrn ; Lilyan Mny Challenger,
coutto-contralto; 11-12, Abe Lyman's
Co( onnut Grove dance orchestra from
A'.ibr.snidor hotel.
Kl'O, Snn Francises. Cel., 420.5
rieltrs 1-2 p. m., Kndy Seiger's
Knlimnnt hotel orchestra; 2:30-3:30,
Loew'j Warfield theater; 4:30-5:30,
Itudy Seiger's Fairmont hotel orches
tra; 6:30-7, States rectanrnnt orches
tra; 7-7:36, Rudy Seiger's Fairmont
hotel orchestra; 8-9, Theodore J. Ir-
win, organist; fl-10, program, San
' Francisco Conservatory of Music,
! Itena Lazel, director; 10-11, Johnny
! Buick's Cabirians.
I K.IR, Seattle, Wash.. 3S4.4 meters
: 1:20-2 p. m talk on styles, Doris;
8:30-9, Gordon Kilbourn and his or
! chestra; 9-10, Post-Intelligencer stu
idio program.
I KFSIC, Ijos Angeles, Cal, 275.1 me
- terR Silent night.
BAREE. SON OF KAZAN
By JAMES OLIVER CUEWOOD
Oopyrlght HIT, by Doubleday, Pag ft Co.
"BAREB. SON OV KAZAN," a Vita graph Picture, With Wolf,
tha War Dog. Is an Adaptation of This Story
'-ftai (Mr ,. . ' .' .
"tra- (' iiacjcmja i'nrk or-
iaieV I ' '' 'luartet; ;
rt'el. r. , ' lr,: Jiargue
,. 'ar.d, f.noprt ninT,iarn. ii. in '
' it..n ,nj 1,1, Hollywood Revel- i
""nee orchestra; lonard Van I
ten.ir: in n i
f.!'"',"!'u' r direction of Harry
H,i. ' " 1 lirntidstatter'a
rtoi- ' ''""larte cafe nnnre or-
Kiid' r. , ',l"k.v. leader.
4S V ',k ""'.. WILS meters
"ai-ra. ' -"tftead s dnnce
r'-'tt nf i ' renvoi ;
i fl t , 1 1 '!,'verncA Industry," i
.: IL l:ih: "Ti,- t.,i ...-.-(
Wm ' .:r4:n: Whit I.ockhart;!
w.VL '" 4Iitrial Minerals of I
Joseph
Orchestra Loader
Your every-day stuut
Is to stand up iu- front,
Directing the men who are ploying.
As jazs notes come out.
Why, there isn't a doubt
That ynu soon have your audience
a-swaymg.
Collar Made
Of Flowers
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lir'igrsm. Itain
rnr-any, arranged by
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tS.,r' ' "nrt. American
',VH l'r,'in. orchestra;
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j f'' p' m XV'rntyr uru
1 " J; l"'x' ulk- S'J Z.ff;
n!" T1- fiTtrnm; Lit
"rV y.a-n;fh trio:
Th rrtllnr of th summr fTfning
irrap may b of mimmr f'lr. owtrich
or nbhon. or it may t-e made of lr
relvet flnwf-ric, tin happen" in this
nktrh. Tins finish is part-mlsrly
lirelT on the chiffon and feorgMte
rrfpe rape that ar unlind and
f1ittrr.
(Continued)
1-113 ROSH and fucec McTaggart.
"I had to set a lot of traps
like that," the Fnctor apologized, his
face reddening slightly under the
steady gaze of the stranger's blue
eyes. Suddenly his animus rose. "And
he's going to die there, inch by inch.
I'm going to let hiin starve, and rot
in the traps, to pay for all he's done."
He picked up his gun and added, with
his eyes on the stranger and his finger
ready at the trigger, 1 m Hush Mc
Taggart, the Factor at Lac Pain. Are
you bound that way, M sieu? '
"A few miles. I'm bound up-coun
try-heyond the Barrens."
McTaggart felt again the strange
thrill.
"GoTernment?" he asked.
The stranger nodded.
"The Police, perhaps?" persisted
McTaggart
"Why, yes of course the Police,"
said the stranger, looking straight
into the Factor's eyes. "And now,
M'sieu, as a very great courtesy to
the Low I'm going to ask you to send
a bullet through that beast's head be
fore we go on. Will you? Or Bhall
I?"
"It's the law of the line," said
McTaggart, "to let a trap robber rot
in the traps. And that beast was a
devil. Listen m
Swiftly, and yet leaving out none
of the fine detail, he told of the
weeks and months of strife between
himself and Raree; of the maddening
futility of oil his tricks and schemes
mid the still more maddening clev
erness of the beast he had at last
succeeded in trapping.
"He was n drvil that clev-r," he
fried fiercely when he had finished.
'And now would you shoot him, or
let him lie there and die by inches,
as the devil should?"
The stranger was looking at Rarpe.
His face was turned away from Mc
Taggart. He said:
l guess you are right. Let the
devil rot. If you're heading for Lac
Rain, M'sieu. I'll travel a short dis
tance with you now. It will take a
couple of miles to straighten out the
line of my compass."
He picked up his gun. McTaggart
l-d th wav. At the end of half an
hour the stranger stopped, and point-I
ed north.
'Straight up there ft good five
hundred imler," be said, speaking
lightly as though he would reach hoint
that night. "I'll lave you here."
Ue made no offer to shake hands.
Rut in going, he said. .
"You might report that John Madi
son has passed this way."
After that he travelled straight,
northward for half a miis through
the deep for-'st. Thn he swung
westward for two miles, turned at a
sharp anjtle into the south, and an
hour after he had left McTaggart
ht was once mors squatted on his
hels almost within arms' reach of
Baree.
And he was saying, as though
speaking to a human companion:
"So that's what you've been, old
boy. A trap robber, eh? An outlaw?
And you beat him at the game for two
months! And for that, because yonVe
a better beast than he is, he wants
to let yon die hre as slow as you ran.
An outlaw!" His voice broke into a
pleasant laugh, the sort of laugh that
warms on, even a beaut 'That's
funny. We ought to shake bund.
Boy, by George, w had! You'r a
wild one, he says. Well no am I. Told
him my name was John Madison. It
ain't. I'm Jim Carvel. Ami, oh Lord
all 1 said waa 'Police.' And that
was right. It ain't a lie. I'm wanted
by the whole corporation by evry
dangt-d policnian betwn HudPoiVs
Bay and th Ma-knxie Rivt-r. Shake,
old man. We're in the same boat, an'
I 'in glsd to mt you!"
Jim Carvl hM out his hand, ami
th snarl that was in Rarp" throat
fiifd away. Th man roue to hi f"t.
H ' ntnud thr. looking in the direc
tion tsk-n by Bush McTaggart, and
chuckled in ft rurun. pxultant sort
of wnr. Thre tM friudiins evn
1 in thit thtickl. ThT was friendli
fif. in bis eyes and in the shine of
his tth as he looked again at Bar.
' About him thr wa omthing that
. . -j
seemed to make the gray day bright
er, that seemed to warm the chill air
-a strange something that radinted
cheer and hope and comradeship just
as a hot stove Bends out the glow
of heat Baree felt it. For the first
time since the two men had come his
trap-torn body lost Its tenseness; his
back sagged; his teeth clicked as he
shivered in his agony. To this man
ke betrayed his weakness. In his
bloodshot eyes there was a hungering
look as he watched Carvel the self
confessed outlaw. And Jim Carvel
again held out his hand much nearer
this time.
"You poor devil," he said, the smile
going out of his face.. "You poor
devil!"
The words were like a careea to Ba
ree the first he had known since
the loss of Nepeese and Pierrot. lie
dropped his head until his jaw lay
flat in the snow. Carvel could see
the blood dripping slowly from it.
There was no fear in tlio way lie
put forth his hand. It was the con
fidence of a great sincerity and a
great compnssion. It touched Barce's
head and patted It in a brotherly fas
hion, and then slowly and with a bit
more caution it went to the trap
fastened to Baree'a forepaw. In his
half-crazed brain Baree was fighting
to understand things, and the truth
came finally when he felt the steel
jaws of the trap open, and he drew
forth his maimed foot. He did then
what he had done to no other crea
ture but Nepeese. Just once his hot
tongue shot out and licked Carvel's
hand. The mnn Inughcd. With his
powerful hands he opened the other
traps, and Baree was free..
For a few momenta he lay without
moving, his eyes fixed on the man.
Carvel had seated himself on the
snow-covered end of a birch log and
was filling his pipe. Bnreo watched
hiin light it; he noted with now inter
est the first purplish cloud of smoke
that left Carvers mouth. 'I he man
trap-chains away and he grinned at
Baree.
"Scew tip your nerve, old chap,"
he encouraged. "No bones broke.
Just a little stiff. Mcbby we'd bet
ter get out."
"Come on. Boy," he said. "We've
got to travel.'"
It was a matter-of-fact Invitation,
as though the two had been travelling
companions for a long tlmo. It waa,
perhaps, not only an invitation but
partly a command. R puzzled Bares.
For a full half-minute he stood mo
tionless in his tracks gazing nt Carvel
as he strode into the north. A sudden
convulsive twitching shot through Ba
ree; he swung his head toward Lac
Bain; he looked again nt Carvel, and
a whine that wna scarcely more than
a banth came out of his thront. The
man was just about to disappear Into
the thick spruce. He panned, and
looked back.
"Coming, Boy?'1
(To be continued)
Cynthia Grey Says:
rPAKP. the cane
of
young
wife
whom I happen to know. And
let's call her "Jill," because that la not
her nnme.
Lesi than a year ago, Jill married
Jack
Them never was a prettier June
brido than Jill with her satiny hair,
her pink checks, and the powder
FLAPPER FANNY sepg
im ev m ctwtcs.
Soma girls won't lond a hand with
out getting a kiss for security.
htm to his office the dialy vision of
a frowsy, sloppy wifo in a dirty dress t
Tho Girl of His Dreams has he-
fnmr- a itlnftnrn wit h n ilrnua lltnf
fluffed on her face like confectioner's gpP., tlin back, nnil slipshod feet,
sugar. llut It never occurs to Jill that sho
And even today If you should hap- Bn't le gjr ja,., thought' he was
pon to meet her nt a matinee or a marrying. Her defense, no dnulit,
party, your first thought would be. wo,i , thnt "It's too much trouble
"What a pretty girl!" ; t keep dolled up around the house.
For Jill, dressed for the public eye, ! There's no one but Jack to seo me,
is a very different girl from Jill- I anyway."
sround the hnuse. N0 on, but'Jack! Jack, who ought
Jillaroiindthe-house says fatly , ,0 De th, (irllt mi,nirer of his wife's
that home is the very place to wear h(,nl,tyI ,,-,. a woman's looks don't
out her old clothes. She hasn't bought , runl mf , mu,., wn, .r fri.,H
herself more tlinn one house-dress j ,( tln ni,isii0 world os with her
since she was married. I husband, if only she knew ill
She geta breakfast and washes i ...
dishes in the old red silk that was
her best afternoon dress last full. It
isn't worth a trip to the dry-clcnner,
Jill says. So she wears it week after
week just as it Is rovered with
greaso spots and stains!
And Jill no longer takes the trou
ble to brush her hair until It shines,
or to powder her face every morning
when she gets up. She hasn't time.
was not tnoro that the length of two I really and so Jack currie away with
She's Chosen as the Queen of Appleland
IL , 1
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Hear Miss (Jrey: I had a fine Job.
While I hud it I spent money freely
ami had a lot of friendH. I became
engaged to a beautiful girl. Since I
have loct my Job and am out of work,
she will not see me. And all my
frjenda leave mo alone, too. Isn't
this unusual!' Or does it always hap
pen to people who are out of luck?
Kntlibone.
No, not always. You have
been unfortunate in picking "fair
weather" friends hint end of I he
real variety. Ra glad that you
found this out. You will be iimro
winti (be next time you pi-k a
group (if friend, beiauti of this
utiplMiHiilit experience. Don't let
it make you bitter.
Home Hints
j A spoonful of vinegar to ench quart
; of finishing water will often r-
vivo faded colors thnt have faded
through the tee of strong son pi,
8ANDPAPEF1 NEEDLE
When a newing nmriin necdl -
cotnJt dull, Mtitch fur m vera I Itvrlii a
through a pie ea of fine sandpaper,
30 IT WON'T CURDLE
Add a plnrh of sodii. to the timii
before combining with the milk for
tnmnti (liH'pie and the mixture will
not curdle.
JACK DAW'S ADVENTURES
Story by Hal Cochran Drawings by U W. Rednar
MYSTERY ISLAND CHAPTER 18
ft! HRPSI
Wide Bertha Collars
Very wide Rertlm collnrs of hiiinl
embroidered net make s dainty finit!)
for printed chiffon gowns, I
"ftfLL, this Is luck," shouted Jnclt, as he peered Inside an opening in
the tree trunk. "I've found a fine mass of honey, nuil It looks just
as clean 08 can be." "Oee," shouted Dotty, "I wifdi we had some bread
or crnckers to eat with it." "Well," replied Jack, "I'm going to run back
and get Klip and our food basket."
JACK started away, Potty gathered some tall grass together and
made herself a nice neat on the ground. "I'm going to just loaf here
and rest while you're gone," alio shouted to her cousin as he waved, and
then went out of sight. Dotty Sfpintted ,down and started picking little wild
flowers that grew all around her.
'S THI'j inenntime Jiifk made very good time on his trip back to whera
they had left Hip and the food basket. When he reached the river.
he put his hniids up to his mouth and whistled loudly. Maybe 'Hp will
henr mn and mrne a running, and savo me going all the way back, lie
thought. And tho whistle was answered by a bark. (Continued.)
BOIL MILK CANS
Milk cii ns mn y he k pt w wect by
boiling o"fiin.Mrill v in n irng koIu
ttOll Of W.IiillJg NOllll.
Euffene boy Wins
Honors at Academy
PORTLAND, Or., Mny 4.(Spe-
i cis I)- Charles R'nrtei t of Kuiene,
I who is attending Hill M li'ary and-
1 emy bus pHMM-d thr office!' rxiimiiia
i tioii and hni Urilifi''d in other ways
to rertiVf an Sfpo:Illlil'-nl flfh :ill' itig
' liiMi lo H tuptaili' y by lrij..r Lullier
i Felker. I'. H. A. commandant.
i Th ttitir school will gu into ramp
nt Roe lev RuM, .Mny H and will n--.
inn in there for a wek hiking wpernl
military work and regular s b"o fu
, die. During the enonui'itienf. the cn
Ulitn piaii tn hold open house and re
reiv gti"ts in their meas hall. Wd-
Hilma E rick son of Wenachee, Wash., will reign as 'Queen of Apple-; n"day. M.iy 1.'f, and on anxher date
land" at the Apple Blossom Festival In celebration of the world's will give a parade for the crippled
record for apple production for one community, 12 million bushels. children of the Shrine hospital.
Crossword purzlo fans nnw aro
bar rod from lining tho f.-itnnua li
brary at tlio RrRtsh Muhhuui, London.
Chiffon Popular
Chiffon is an very popular now It
i to be expected that it would in
fluence Kport clothes in some man
tier. Waistcoats and overblouses of
."luff on aro airy trifle that make
j ii) one take more intercut in sports.
CiUotplllnrs usually huvo H loga
and' 12 cyos.
T5T.
DAILY I i.
VgOEM y i .
W, go on, smile a bit! There, that's the boy! (iee, when you smile,
you smile, you just bubble with Joy. I'iekin' you up isn't meant to
annoy, but hohlin' you scemx Just like handlin' a toy.
Say, little houe bunch, whence came the red, that right on the peak of
our (lieeMioiten in Kpmid? Wish you could know nil the things that are
suid of the ciiteneHi of you, from your toe a to your head.
Wee bit of hair that is shiny us ailk. Rlue eyes that sparkl. on see
ing smiie milk. 1'iggieM that wiggle whenever we touch Tears? Well,
they ri"er appear very much.
My, luit we'd like to explain, if we could, how happy we are through
your hem' ( goo I. Mill, we would lov you all over ugaiu, though you
wer erosnhk nod had, n-iw and then.
You ar the remum why folk often say that little things count. In
th'ir own hMk way. When we want htippiness, hrim full of glee, we
know we run count uputi you, Teddy R. ,
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