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RADIO fWMFD Wilmington 1400 KC THURSDAY, AUGUST 6 A. M. 7:30—Mornings Greetings. 7:30—Family Altar—Rev. J. A. Sulli van. 7:4b—Red. White and Blue NetworK program. 8.00—Morgan Beatty’s Daily War Journal. 6:15—Pages of Melody. 8:30—Musical Clock. 8:45—A. P. News. 9-00—Breakfast Club with Don Mc Neil. 9:45—Blue News. 1C:00—Clark Dennis. 10*15—Today’s News with Helen Hiett. 10:30—Let’s Dance. 11:00—Breakfast at Sardis. 11:30—Stringtime. lj 45—Lanny and Ginger. 12 OOn—Jack Berch and His Gulfspray Gang. P. M. 12:15—Singing Sam. 12:30—National Farm and Home Hour 1:00—Eaukhage Talking. 1; 15—White ville Tobacco Market. 1 :30—Rest Hour. 1; 40—WILMINGTON STAB-NEWS ON THE AIR. 1-45—Hotel Taft Orchestra — Vincent Lopez. 2:00—Meditation Period—Rev. J. A. Sul livan. 2:15—Between the Bookends with Ted Malone. 2:30—James G. McDonald, News Ana lyst. 2:45—Jack Baker. 2 00 Prescott Presents. 2:30- -News Summary—and Men of the Sea. 3:45—Recital Period. 4.00—Club Matinee. 4:55—A. P. News. 5:00—Sweet and Mello. 5:15—The Sea Hound. 5 30—Flying Patrol. 5:45—Secret City. 6:00—Jungle Jim . 6:15—Lum and Abner. 6:30—Milt Herth Trio. 6:45—Interlude. 6:55—WILMINGTON STAR - NEWS ON THE AIR. 7 -t)0— Ruppert Sports Review—Baseball. 7:05—Let's Dance. ” 30—Bob Hawk's How’m I Doin’. S: 00—Watch the World Go By—Earl Godwin. 8:15—Organ Melodies. 8:30—Sur Les Boulevards. £-00—America’s Town Meeting of the Air.‘ 9:55—Ted Straeter Entertains. 1C:00—Military Analysis of the News— Morgan Beatty. 10:15—Tommy Dorsey Treasury SiiDW. <0.45—William Hillmand and Earnest K. Lindley. in News Here and Abroad, li -on—Leave the air. Over The NETWORKS THURSDAY, AUGUST 6 Eastern War Time P. M.—Subtract One Hour for CWT., 2 Hrs. for MWT. (Alterations in programs as listed due entirely to changes by networks) 5:20—The Three Suns, a Trio — nbc The Flying Patrol. Serial Series—blu Landt Trio Sings Along — cbs-basci The Farm Club of Dixie — csb-Dixie Quaker City Frivolities, Orch. — mbs 5:'5—The Bartons, Serial Sketch — nbc Secret City, Children’s Drama — blu The Ben Bernie Musical Show — cbs D^nce Orchestra for 15 minutes—mbs € r")—ndiana Indigo in Variety — nbc Western Five’s Hillbilly Tunes — blu Frazier Hunt News Spot — cbs-basic Troubadours from Chicago —cbs-west Prayer; Comment on the War — mbs 6:15—Indiana Indiga and News — nbc Chicago Dance Music Orchestra — blu To Be Announced 05 minutest — cbs Eeseball; 2 Young Ladies Sing — mbs 6 ' Engineer at War Talks—nbc The Milt Herth Trio and Organ — blu Tr "o Barton in Songs Program — cbs The War Overseas; Dance Ore. — mbs " -n.jj raiexn anu apoi — noe Lov/cll Thomas on News — blu-basic The Cadets Male Quartet — blu-west TV?r and World News of Today — cbs 7:°°—Fred Waring’s Time — nbc-east ‘‘Ecsty Aces,” Dramatic Serial — blu Amos ’n’ Andy Serial Skit — cbs-basic F’dton Lewis. Jr. & Comment — mbs 7•1 '— World News via Broadcast — nbc M”. Keen. Lost Persons Tracer — blu "Tiller and His Orchestra — cbs The Johnson Family, a Serial — mbs 7 '' h Hawk Quiz Show — nbc-east C-vF^nv and Songs — nbc-west Earl Wrightson Songs. Orches. — blu "’ie’s Diarv” Sketch — cbs-basic Th-' Jamboree from Dixie — cbs-Dixie Arthur Hale’s News Comment — mbs 7:45—Kaltenborn Comment — nbc-wesr Dance Orchestra for 15 minutes — mbs 8:00—Fannv Brice and Guests — nbc Ear] Godwin’s War Broadcast — blu To Be Announced f30 mins). — cbs Alfred Wallenstein Sinfonietta — mbs B- Announced 130 min.)—nbc Sur Les Boulevards Orchestra — blu Death Valley Days, Drama—cbs-basic : It Pays To Be Ignorant Quiz — mbs 8:55—Five-Minute News Period — cbs 9:00—The Crosby Music Hall Hr.—nbc America’s Town Meeting of Air — bl" Major Bowes Amateurs’ Show — cbs Gabriel Heatter Speaking — mbs-basic 9:15—Dancing Music Orchestra — mbs 9:30—Stage Door Canteen, Var. — cbs Americans Upon the Ramparts — mbs 10- 00—Rudy Vallee’s Show — nbc-basic Bob Hawk’s Quiz reneat — nbc-west Morgan Beatty: To Be Ann’d — blu First Line. U. S. Navy Prog. — cbs Boxing. Allie Stolz- C. Wright — mbs 10:30—March of Time Dramatic — nbc To Ee Announ^l 115 min.) — blu Fifteen Minutes Talk Broadcast — cbs 10:45—Comment Here and Abroad — blu Mary Small With Her Songs — cbs li:00—News for 15 Minutes — nbc-east The Fred Waring repeat — nbc-west News & Dance 12 hrs.) — blu & cb> 11:15—Late Variety With News — nbc 11- 30—Songs, Dance News to 2 — mbs 77 North Carolina Towns To Stage Salvage Rallies RALEIGH, Aug. 5.— (£>; —The State Salvage committee reported today that 77 towns in 20 North Carolina counties had completed plans for community salvage ral lies at eight o’clock Thursday eve ning. The meetings will beheld simul taneously and the broadcast of a speech by Governor Broughton will be heard. J. B. Vogler, secretary of the salvage committee, said that all re ports have not been received and he predicted that about 100 salvage meetings would be held. WSSS9 WMFD 12:15 P. M. to 12:30 P. M. SYNOPSIS BARBARA WISTER, former ac tress, finds hersen a widow at 27, when her husband, MARK, a newspaperman-turned author, dies in south Wmtndge, the small town in which they had taken up residence. The evening after the funeral, she is visited by young DR. TONY BRADSHAW, young physician of the town. CHAPTER TWO “Rot!” Tony hid his eyes, mak ing a great business of lighting his pipe after Barbara said that, be cause it was true, the town did call the Wisters “queer.” “They were right, my dear,”! Barbara continued, “and they re sent us and I don’t blame them. They weren’t prepared for us and we—we didn’t try to fit into the picture as we should have. South Wintridge is . . . well, I don't have to tell you. It’s the perfect New England town. Conservative, tidy, well-ordered. I can see why and how they think of ... of the Wis ters.” “Why should you?-’ he said an grily. “Because I want to,” she an swered simply. “You see, I’d like to belong, be one of them instead of what they think I am.” The voice inside of him protest ed s lently. He would not have Bar bara Wister any different than she was. Vital, warm-hearted, im pulsive, all these things he had seen in her the first time that he had come across te Wisters one day at the lake a year before. “I can look back to when we first came,” she was saying, “and what a shock we must have been! All of brown as gypsies. Mark, thin, dark and so odd to look at, with his thatch of black hair and his skinny legs under w'hite shorts. ‘The man from Mars.’ he used to call himself. And I, a woman in faded slacks and a brilliant ban dana, with a practically naked baby cradled in books in the back of our station w'agon.” The old perplexity came back to him as it always did when he thought of Barbara and Mark Wis ter as he saw them together and he had seen them often, been their only friend in South Wintridge. He was familiar with Wister. yet he never knew him; he would never know' w'hat had drawn them to gether. Barbara, he saw, had forgotten him. Her voice had a faraway quality. “Mark had pneumonia the win ter Sonny was born and the doctor said he’d have to get away from the city. We couldn’t afford a trail er so we bought a station wagon and a tent and went to Florida. Then in the summer we came here.’’ “Why did you choose this place?” “We closed our eyes and put a finger on a map of New England, opened our eyes and saw that it was South Wintridge. When Mark found out that there was no artist’s colony, no writers here, he decided that this was the place. Mark hated ‘colonies.’ groups, hated patterns, being a part of a thing, or identifying himself with a group. . .We thought we were only going to stay that one sum mer, but when we came back the next year and Mark had sold his book, we bought the house and now. . They both knew what NOW .meant. .. “Now you’ll go back to the city? The forlorn note escaped him, but when he looked at her from under his lashes, he saw that she had not been aware of it. She was shaking her head, say ing. "I haven’t anything to go back to. Tony.” “But your home? The place you came from?” Again she shook her head. “I never had a home, my dear. My mother died when I was five and my father, who was a foreign cor respondent, dragged me around the world with him. I lived in boarding schools and hotels until he died when I was 19. Even then, I always knew what I wanted. Once, when I as 14, I spent a summer in a little place like this. I lived with a big family of brothers and sisters and even a grandmother and grandfather. I pretended I was one of them. I cried when I had to go back to school. I never cried when X had to leave any other place. It was the first place where I felt . . . where I wasn’t lonely. Do you understand?” Tony Bradshaw was 2B, hut now he felt something queer in his throat. He nodded. After a moment he grumbled, “What did you do after your father died?” “I had to go to work. Dad didn’t leave a nickle, I haven’t much ed” ucation.Tony, and I didn’t, and still don’t know how to do any thing useful. . . .One of Dad’s friends was a theatrical producer and he gave me a small walk-on part. After that I got other parts. I never was any good, never want ed to be. I hate the tinsel part of the theater. You have to love it to see its glamorous side, and 1 never loved it.” He cleared his throat, being again without the right words, and ventured. “But it is a way to earn a living.” “Yes,” she murmured, her eyes slipping away from him into the past, seeing the years when she’d lived in shabby theatrical board ing houses, remembering the ever present fear of running out of her meager funds. “Then 1 met Mark.” she said. And now she wondered what Mark had seen in her that he should have said that night three weeks after their meeting, “Don’t worry about your show closing. We're going to get married.” Did you know him long? Tony asked. “Not very long,” she said aloud, and to herself, “And never very well.” She had never known him because she never knew what went on in his mind, so different from her own. He never talked to her about the things that he was think ing. or writing. It seemed impos sible to her now that they could have lived so intimately, yet be worlds apart. She forgot the doctor sitting across from her. thinking of Mark, and of Sonny asleep up stairs and that Mark should have provided in some way for what lay ahead of her. As if the burden of her thoughts was heavy, her head fell forward. Tony came to her side and, rais ing her chin, looked into her face with a searching professional look. “What have you had to e a t to day?” he asked gruffly. “I had a cup of tea a little while ago.” ‘Tea!” He snorted. “Off to bed with you. Barbara. I’ll look after the furnace and lock up for you. DAILY CROSSWORD ACROSS 1. A relish 6. Moham medan god 11. Missile weapon 12. Spree (slang) 13. Silly 14. Lures 15. Distribute 16. Worry 17. Bright with sunshine 21. Body of water 24. French coin 25. Nourished 28. Fireplace 30. Clayey 32. In a due time 33. Wrath 34. Uneven, as if eaten away 36. Disguises 37. Stitch 38. Affirmative reply 40. Reserve (abbr.) 41. Fissures 43. Without (Latin) 46. Male red deer ' 50. Sheer linen 52. Tinge 53. Speak 54. Sprung up 55. Sew loosely 56. IT. S. admiral DOWN 1. Spoke 2. Italian river 3. Russian mountains 4. Shells for ice cream 5. Female sheep 6. Warp-yam 7. Abounding in leaves 8. Bed of wild beast 9. Poker stake 10. A throng 18. Employ 19. Negative reply 20. A lump 21. Object’s borders 22. Harden 23. Glowing 25. Liking 26. Bird of prey 27. Garment 29. Belgian river 31. Swedish coin 35. Organ of sight 36. Large cistern 39. Half an em 41. To rent again cx>ast 43. Blunt nibbed pen 44. Jot 45. Parasitic insects 47. Below (naut.) 1 Yesterday’* Answer 48. Flower 49. Three, at cards 51. Before 52. Bounder CRYPTOQUOTE—A cryptogram quotation KP JKD QDFPI XDA KUI LDNXACE LSX QDFP XDAKUXR-HECDX, Yesterday’s Cryptoquote: THE ART OF SPEAKING WELL CONSISTS LARGELY IN LYING SKILFULLY—ERASMUS Distributed by King Features Syndicate, Inc. I’ll bring something up to you. Get into bed and put something warm around you.” “Tony, the neighbors. . .” He snorted. She gave in then and went up stairs, past the door of the b i g front room that had been hers and Mark’s, and into the little room beside Sonny’s. She undressed has tily and got into bed with her pa jamas and bathrobe on. He came up in a few minutes with a bowl of hot soup and a glass of water and said, “One knock-out pill for you, my girl, and one dish of good hot broth, both of which you will down while I get my coat on.” The soup was good. Its warmth spread through her, and the seda tive began to work quickly. She heard him rattling the furnace, his footsteps going the rounds down stairs and then he came back. “Tony, thank you for being so good. And the others. . .the neigh bors, they’ve been good, too.” Her voice took on a different note that was a little desperate. “I’m going to stay in South Wintridge. Tony, find some way to live here.” He looked at her for a moment. Then abruptly he said, “Good night, Barbara. Call me if you need anything at all.” All he had to offer her was him self, and that he could not do for a long time, if she would have him. It seemed little enough now that he knew she had a desperate, im mediate need. The last thing she said told him that Mark Wister had left her penniless. His day had been a long, hard one, but he knew that he couldn’t sleep, so he turned the nose of his car toward the hills and drove until the cold air made his' eyelids heavy. It was after two when he cross ed the bridge and took the road to his house that led past the rail road station. The Boston Express that usually roared through the sleeping town had come to a stop and the doctor saw a small group of people leave the train and move toward a big, dark car. He wondered, with little curiosity, who was arriving. Some one from the Kilcran mills, some one with enough influence to have the express stop, he thought. He left his car in the drive that ran around the old brick house and knocked the ashes from his pipe against the wooden sign that had hung beside the door for three gen erations. Anthony Bradshaw, M. D., it said in letters long since weather beaten. 4 (To Be Continued) _\T New Sub-Postoffice Open At Local Filling Station A post office sub-station has been opened at the McConnel and Cau sey service station. Twelfth and Market Streets, Postmaster Wilbur R. Dosher announced yesterday. The sub-station was formerly operated at Seventeenth and Dock streets by Warren Sanders, but he has given up the contract. The Twelfth and Market street station is intended to serve the people in the eastern section of the city and suburbs, said Mr. Dosher. General service will be available the same as at the post office, and it is hoped that per sons in that neighborhood will use it as much as possible to relieve congestion at the main station. -V Big Scran Metal Stock At Wrightsville Beach A sizable contribution toward the scrap metal collection is as yet untouched at Wrightsville Beach, a resident of the section pointed out yesterday. Lying in the ocean, at the end of the jetty off Arringdale street is a long steel rail, easily several hundred pounds of scrap iron, which could be salvaged by a crew of men at dead low tide on a calm ciay. The beach resident estimated that at least 1,000 pounds of metai could be collected from the beach, from the rail, and from metal spikes and bolts in abandoned and decaying piling at the beach BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES WELL—_ By EDGAR Mapt,>. VOO OVO I OH,EOT THfTb THE \S THHT 1 0MKUM6'. I 6ECPET, To EVESX . HOW Vou nEY . 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