SOUTHERN OREGON MINER. Ashland. Oregon
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RAZOR BLADES
Bashful Strain Came
Close to the Real Thin#
George was the most bashful
lad in the village. So the family
were astonished when he told
them one evening that he was
going courting.
After spending over an hour get
ting ready, he set out.
In half an hour he returned,
looking well pleased with himself.
‘•You’re back soon,” said his
mother. ‘‘How did you get on?”
•’All right,” replied George,
with a grin.
“Did you see her?”
“I sure did," said George, still
grinning. “And if I hadn’t ducked
down quick behind the hedge,
she would have seen me, too, may
be!"
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THE STORY SO FAR: An orphan «Ince
the age ot «eren. Charlotte (Cherry)
Rawllaft know« almon nothing about
her early hietory. Judga Judson Marsh
hanks. her co-guardlaa with Emma Has
kell. arranges for her to learn Saint
Dorothea's, and leUs her that Emma kas
obtained for her a secretarial position
with the wealthy Mrs. Porleous Porter,
of San Francisco, where Emma is house
keeper. She Is drat to go to the Marsh
banks mansion.
When she arrives she
dines aloae with the judge as Fran. Ms
young wife, and his niece. Amy. are
dining out. Kelly Coates, an artist, drops
in and Cherry feels very LU at ease In
her convent clothes. On their way out.
Fran and Amy stop and casually nod
when Cherry Is introduced. It Is evident
to Cherry that Kelly and Fran are la
terested In each other.
As Fran and
Amy leave, she stands on the stairway,
concealed by palms, and hears laughing
reference to her and her clothes.
Waihliiglun. D. C.
THE AGRICULTURE
DEPARTMENT
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER IV
Mrs. Porter was a stout soft,
pretty woman of seventy-four. Some
A most welcome gift to any physical difficulty, perhaps not
pipe-smoker or roll-your-own fan more serious than her weight itself,
now in our armed forces is a made it inconvenient for her to ever
pound of his favorite tobacco. Nu walk more than a few steps at a
merous surveys have shown that time. She took a drive every day.
tobacco is the No. 1 gift on the she could get to the bathroom for
service man’s list. A favorite with the comfort of a long, leisurely bath,
many of our soldiers, sailors, ma and every morning she moved to
rines, and Coast Guardsmen is her favorite chair in a sunny bay
Prince Albert, the largest-selling window or beside an old-fashioned
smoking tobacco in the world. If fire.
you have a friend or relative in
As Dovey Glashell. Mrs. Porter
the Army, Navy, Marines, or had had an adored, flirtatious, giddy
Coast Guard who smokes a pipe or girlhood. Hers had been the gen
rolls-his-own, send a pound can of eration that twined flowers Ln hair
Prince Albert. Your local dealer and danced kid slippers to pulp at
is featuring the National Joy formal balls. Upon marrying the
Smoke as an ideal gift for service richest and most eligible young man
men.—Adv.
in a city full of mining and rail
way, banking and land barons' sons,
she had flashed upon a stunned
group of friends the news of a pro
spective European honeymoon trip
with her bridegroom.
Emma was indispensable; she kept
the whole enormous machine run
Vulnerable Sicily
ning; she knew where business pa
Sicily, the steppingstone be pers were, and what the lawyer
tween Africa and Europe, has a came about, and when to call the
highly vulnerable coast of 700 doctor. But there was nothing soft,
miles, probably one of the rea friendly, companionable about Em
sons why it has been invaded and ma, and at the telephone or when it
occupied, at one time or another, came to special shopping she was
by 15 different nations.
grimly inadequate. Also, she was a
monotonous and disinterested read
er. Mrs. Porter had a large mail;
she had long been unequal to it, and
had employed unsatisfactory girls to
act as secretary from time to time
with wearying results.
Cherry began her duties with the
trembling feeling that by no chance
Creomulslon relieves promptly be
could her lines have fallen perma
o the seat of the
cause it i
nently in such pleasant places. To
osen
expel
trouble _ ___ ______
._ . and
__ ____
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
be able to creep away from the
to soothe and heal raw, tender. In
world that in one brief encounter
flamed bronchial mucous mem
bad hurt her so terribly and to bide
branes. Tell your druggist to sell you
herself here, with a lovely room for
a bottle of Creomulslon with the un
derstanding you must like the way it
her own, a houseful of books for
qulcklv allays the cough or you are
company, amazing meals served at
to have your money back.
regular — or indeed, irregular —
hours, and only a gentle, sweet,
helpless old lady to amuse seemed
for Coughs. Chest Colds, Bronchitis
too good a fortune to be true.
From this she passed to a sort
of exultation that she had succeeded.
She answered the telephone and
wrote letters and drove out in the
park in her new brown coat and be
coming brown hat, in a pleasant
quiver of feeling herself liked and
needed and approved.
The third phase came only after
Keep the Battle Rolling several weeks, and was one of
doubt, boredom and weariness. She
With War Bonds and Scrap wanted exercise and interest and
companionship; she wanted a sense
of living; instead she was like a
X*Ta refiere «stras« at MONTHLY**^
girl caught in a dream.
Outwardly, it was all easy and
delightful. Cherry came into her
employer’s room not earlier than
AND HELP BUILD UP RED BLOOD!
half past ten o'clock every morning,
Lydia E. Pinkham's Compound
TABLETS (with added iron) have
not later than eleven. Mrs. Porter
helped IhoutanAt to relieve peri
only lost sight of the girl for brief
odic pain, backache, headache with
weak, nervous, cranky, blue feel
intervals thereafter until ten o'clock
ings—-due to functional monthly
at night Cherry had immediately
disturbances.
discovered her appetite for flattery
Taken regularly—Pinkham's Tab
lets help build up resistance against
and had innocently gratified it in
such annoying symptoms. Also,
I their first days together. Now she
their iron makes them a fine hema
tic tonic to help build up red blood.
had to pay the price for this con
Pinkham's Tablets are made espe
cession with constant pleasantries.
cially /or women. Follow label di
rections. Worth trpnçl
”1 like you because you’re so
frank with me. Cherry.” Mrs. Por
ter said to her once. “I told Emma
that you were a blunt little thing
CZw «f frret
and she was afraid I didn’t like it
tipi of a
But I do! I love people to be abso
lutely frank with me.”
446,
With her first sight of Emma.
TABLETS,
Cherry had had the feeling that the
SALVE.
long years since last they had met
were as nothing and that she was a
little girl of seven again, living in a
small tiled house with a patio and
WNU—13
9—43 a fountain, and running in and out
of the bedroom where her mother
lay always in bed. A thousand de
tails, half forgotten until now, had
rushed back to her, and she had
longed for the moment when she
might talk freely to Emma of the
For You To Feel Well
past.
M boors every day. 7 days every
To include any exercise at all in
week, never stopping, the kidneys alter
the twenty-four hours she formed
waste matter from the blood.
If more people were aware ot bow the
the habit of rising early and taking
kidneys must constantly remove sur
a long walk about the streets or
plus fluid, excees adds snd other waste
matter that cannot star tn the Hood .
into the eucalyptus-shaded roads of
without Injury to health, there would
the Presidio before breakfast.
be better understanding of wky the
whole system Is upeet when kidneys fall
In the freshness and sparkle of
to function properly.
thqje winter mornings life seemed
Burning, scanty or too frequent urina
tion sometimee warns that something
exhilarating enough. But after her
io wrong. You may suffer nagging back
ache, headachee, dizziness, rheumatic
breakfast the warmth and torpidity
pains, getting up st nights, swdllng.
of the Porter mansion enveloped her
Why not try Doan s Pillel You wR
bo using a medicine recommended the
again like a stupefying drug.
country over. Doan’s stimulate the func
"I wonder,” she wrote Anita,
tion of the kidneys snd help them to
flush out poisonous waste from the
"how long this would go on? Emma
blood. They contain nothing harmful.
—that’s my old nurse, you know—
Out Doan’s today. Uss with confidence.
At all drug stores.
has been in one Job or another like
this for years and years. Well, any
way, I got my first pay yesterday
and I'm going to buy myself a hat
I saw on Polk street My love to
How To Relieve
Bronchitis
RABBITS AND SKINS
©NOURIS
The girl saw that two bay horses carrying a man and a woman
were pacing along one of the bridle paths.
everyone, Madeleine especially, and
Elizabeth and all the Sisters and
girls.”
One day Cherry had an adven-
ture. It came on a quiet, foggy
afternoon when all the world seemed
dull and quiet Cherry was driving
with Mrs. Porter when her old com
panion said suddenly. “Look there
—wait a minute—stop him!”
Automatically obeying these in
structions Cherry seized the speak
ing tube and Merryweather drew up
at the right-hand side of the road.
Then the girl saw that two
bay horses carrying a man and
woman were pacing along one of
the bridle paths.
—and that the woman was Tran
Marshbanks and the man Kelly
Coates.
In response to old Mrs. Porter’s
gesticulations, and her voice at the
window she was energetically low
ering, the riders came close to the
car and Fran gave Cherry her sec
ond careless smile and nod, and
Kelly saluted her by touching his
cap with his whip. He was pre
sented to Mrs. Porter, and as the
two women fell into a discussion of
the list of patronesses for a series
of concerts, he rode around the back
of the car and chatted with Cherry
at her own opened window.
"Well, Miss—I have to call you
Cherry, I’ve forgotten the other
name—” he began.
“Oh, do!” said Cherry, the duU
park breaking into sparkles, the
white winter sky turned June.
"Cherry then.
What have you
done to yourself? You look like an
other woman!”
"It’s my hat,” said Cherry. The
Polk street creation was on her
head, a picturesque hat that came
far down over the streaked gold and
brown of her hair.
"It’s more than your hat,” Kelly
assured her. "You’ve washed your
face, too.”
Her laugh rang out; he had not
heard her laugh before, and as it
had impressed Judson Marshbanks
at the convent a month or so ear
lier. it impressed the younger man
now as being extraordinarily fresh
and pleasant
He looked at her a long time,
thoughtfully. Or at least if only
for a few seconds, it seemed a long
time to Cherry. She felt the warm
color in her cheeks and the slow
beat of her heart.
"I suppose that’s true," Kelly said
at last in a surprised tone.
"I'd read about girls making their
debuts,” Cherry pursued, warmed
to the very soul by his attentive,
half-sympathetic and half-amused
look, "and orchids and all that But
somehow. Just that night, to see her
so safe and so happy and having
such a wonderful time when 1 was
homesick and tired and I knew I
looked so awful . .
“Well, of course,” he agreed
quickly, as she paused in a sort of
shame and embarrassment, "Amy,
you mean?”
“Amy.”
"She's not having such a wonder
ful time,” he said. "It’s all com
parative. She thinks other girls are
having a slightly better time, and
that drives her wild. Mrs. Marsh
banks, Fran, was speaking of it
Just a few minutes ago, and saying
what fools girls are!”
"Oh, girls are fools all right,”
Cherry agreed meekly, and as the
man laughed she laughed too.
"Mr. Coates,” old Mrs. Porter
said, breaking into the conversation
and leaning across Cherry to catch
his attention.
“Frances has promised to bring
Amy to dine with me two weeks
from Thursday, and I want you to
come too.”
"I'm a dead loss at dinners,” Kel
ly said, laughing.
"You’ll never
ask me again.”
"Well, we'll see about that,” said
the old lady, in high feather. "But
you
come,
now!
My nephew
George's daughter, Dorothy Page-
Smith, is going to be here—cornin’
up with her mother from Sant« Bar
bara, where they tell me she’s been
breakin’ all hearts, and I want her
to meet Amy and some of the other
youngsters.”
"Jud may not be here; he gets
back from Portland tonight,” Fran
said, "but he may have to go right
back again. So Mr. Coates will
squire me. I'll guarantee him.”
"And you tell Mrs. Dickson to
get Mary Trainor and Lizzie Block
on that committee!” Mrs. Porter
adjured her vigorously.
"I will. I've not been going to
the meetings, more shame to me.”
said Fran, "but I'm going tomor
row and I'll do what I can.”
"And you tell 'em Cherry'll send
them my check for two hundred.”
“I'll tell them.” Fran did not say
anything about the generous size of
the donation. And Cherry fancied
that her employer looked Just a lit
tle dashed and disappointed as the
riders cantered away on the bridle
path again.
"We none of us understood." Mrs.
Porter said then, in her sweet, wist
ful voice, "why Judson Marshbanks
married Frances "Unger—she's a
very brilliant girl, but I don't think
she’s pretty, and she's twenty-two
years younger than ,ie is. Seems
so strange!”
This was as near as Cherry ever
had heard her come to criticism or
unkindness, and she smiled at her
interrogatively.
"That doesn't sound like you. Mrs.
Porter,” she said, with the simple
darihg that she knew well the old
I woman liked. "You always say
such nice things about everyone.”
"Well. I hope I always do. my
dear, but somehow that girl always
' does seem to me outlandish. And
I loved his first wife. Mary Lee
Carey. She died—oh, ten years ago.
Her mother was Sophy Laquelle,
French family here—lovely people.”
Mrs. Porter's proposed dinner
party tor a chosen dozen of the
debutantes took on an Increasing
importance as the days went by.
and. by the debutantes* mothers and
families, was by degrees developed
into a much larger affair. It was
a long time—perhaps twenty or
twenty-five years—since entertain
ing on a large scale had taken place
in the old Glashel) mansion, and
the newspapers made much of It.
and many were the friendly offers
of assistance to Cherry's employer
as the plan .got daily under way.
The original twelve girls swelled
to a score, to thirty, for there were
many who must not be forgotten,
and at least forty eligible young
men were asked to join them. Then
certain favored and intimate elders
were included to save the hostess
the least effort, and in no time at
all caterers had come in to set ta
bles and decorate them and prepare
a sumptuous meal for one hundred
guests; florists arrived with palms
and ropes of chrysanthemums;
newspaper men and photographers
gave the house no rest; a five piece
orchestra was engaged, and Mrs.
Porter remained in bed all day,
getting herself completely rested
and ready.
To Cherry’s eagerness and inex
perience and hunger for excitement
all this was satisfying beyond
words. She was everywhere; she
helped with everything.
In the midst of the flurry the
guest of honor, Dorothy Page-Smith,
arrived with a formidable mother
as escort, and took possession of
one of the big rooms on the second
floor. This alone would have sup
plied Cherry with pleasurable in
terest, for Dorothy was a harmless,
indeed a seemingly half-witted lit
tle creature who turned to Cherry
at once as being the only other per
son of anything like her age in the
house, and in a babyish lisp con-
suited her about her gowns, her
hair arrangement, her beaux and
the possibility of her having any-
thing but a "wotten” time in a place
where she just didn’t know one
"thingle thole.”
The day of the party was overcast
with a cold rain spattering down.
At seven o'clock, trim and de
mure in her blue dress with the
silver buttons. Cherry went into
Mrs. Porter's bedroom to find Em
ma and Ferny busily getting the old
lady into a magnificent robe of sil
ver - and - blue brocade, decorating
the beautiful curls of her rich white
hair with diamond butterflies and
preparing her with a preliminary
cup of tea and chicken sandwich
for the evening's frivolities.
She had at first planned to go
downstairs tonight, to be installed
majestically in some great chair, to
welcome her guests herself. But
this seemed at the last moment too
great an effort
(TO BE CONTINUED)
In the lust few days the President
himself has silenced administration
critics of Claude Wlcknrd, and de
creed that he remain as secretary
of agriculture.
The President's stand came at the
height of an increasing storm brew
ing round the amiable Indiana corn
farmer, whom everyone likes but
whose all-important food progrum is
lagging.
White House advlseis have told
the President that Wickard's pro
gram was inadequate, thut it must
be drastically revised, that there
would be shocking deficiencies of
food. Some have urged that Wick-
ard be replaced.
The President, however, has de
fended his secretary of agriculture.
But also he has appointed White
House Secretary Lauchlln Currie—
whose regular field Is Chinese rela
tions—to act as umpire on the farm
program. Currie has given Wick-
ard a nine-point program for re
vamping American agriculture and
among other things has pointed out
that England increased her food pro
duction 50 per cent with little addl-
Why. he asks.
tional manpower,
cannot the United States do the
same?
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AGRICULTURE’S PROGRAM
Here are Currie's proposals, ad
vanced with the blessing of the
White House :
1. The goals of agricultural pro
duction should be higher.
.2. A new production program,
possibly with a new budget, should
be presented to congress.
3. All acreage allotments and
other restrictions on production
should be removed to encourage the
more efficient farmers.
4. The 1,000,000 farm operators
of second rate efficiency should be
brought into full production with the
aid of seed, fertilizer, livestock, ma
chinery and even land.
5. Cotton and tobacco acreage
should be reduced, com acreage, al
lotments removed entirely, and
more wheat should be fed to live
stock.
8. Profiting by British example,
a new "land army” should be or
ganized, to use town and city dwell
ers. especially women, for farm
work.
7. Truck farmers who produce
such luxuries as Iceberg lettuce
should be converted to more essen*
tial crops.
8. Facilities for processing and
drying foods should be increased.
9. Local direction of the farm
program should be shifted away
from Farm-bureau-minded agents,
toward agents more responsive to
federal direction.
• • •
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WICKARD’S FARM PROGRAM
Wickard's response to this sweep
ing proposal was to accept part of
it, reject part
He believes the production goals
are already high enough that it’s
too late to present a new program
for 1943, that cotton goals have al*
ready been substantially lowered.
and tobacco reduction would require
change of the law.
He agrees to removal of acreage
restrictions on most crops, but not
on cotton and wheat, which still
yield embarrassing surpluses.
Claude is a little touchy on the
question of county agents and com
mitteemen, insisting that federal
representation is adequate.
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FULL PRODUCTION
On other points, however, he
agrees with the White House pro
posals, declaring some already are
in effect. He wants to bring the
1,000,000 less efficient farmers into
full production, to Increase dehydra,
tion of foods, convert truck farmers
from iceberg lettuce, etc., and or
ganize a new land army from towns
and cities.
In fact, he already
has a plan well advanced for the
"land army.”
Wickard, who had hardly been
heard of before his elevation to Wal
lace's place in the cabinet, has had
clear sailing for two years, thanks
in part to good weather.
Now, however, he is facing Just as
tough a Job in trying to produce
more, as Wallace faced ten years
ago in trying to produce less. No
secretary of agriculture ever faced
more opposite and more difficult
problems. The average person real
izes the problems confronting the
secretary of agriculture. They are
exceedingly complex.
Wickard knows his position Is
shaky. But he is on his mettle, fight
ing to meet the established produc
tion goals.
• • •
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< Munro Leaf, who wrote Ferdinand
the Bull, hailed as a children’s clas
sic on pacifism, has now got himself
a captain's commission in the army,
and is more belligerent than any
West Pointer. He even believes that
it is sacrilegious to criticize anyone
in the army, or anything the army
does—especially the services of sup
ply, to which he is detailed.
C When Postmaster General Frank
Walker was shown a recent news
photo of himself, he said, ”ls that
Herbert Hoover or me?”
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