Scenes and Persons in the Current News
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American Legion Convention in Session
1 ? Ex-Queen Victoria of Spain in New York looking after her son, Count Covadonga, who is afflicted with
haemophilia. 2? Members of the Coldstream Guards, who volunteered for service in Palestine, on their way
to take ship to that country. 3 ? Pickets in the lettuce workers' strike at Salinas, Calif., routed by tear gss
used by the state highway police.
Keeps Eagle Eye on Penn Gridsters
"INFANT IN POLITICS"
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' Something new in football fans is this falcon. "Blue Beauty," shown
with its owner, Alva Nye, of Chevy Chase, D. C., at a workout of the
University of Pennsylvania grid squad. Nye, who is a regular of the
varsity squad, raises the falcons for a hobby. This one will be seen
on the bench throughout the coming season.
JULIANA S FIANCE
Dean John R. Murdock of the Ari
zona State Teachers college at
Tempe, Ariz., a self-styled "ii.fant
in politics," who defeated eleven
? Democratic candidates for the
state's long congressional seat. His
' nomination is considered tanta
i mount to election.
Two Big Ones Escaped, Says Hoover
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Prince Bernard Zur Lippe-Biester
feld of Germany, whose engagement
to Princess Juliana of Holland was
announced recently.
Still smiling over his angling success, former President Herbert
Hoover talks over his fish and things with Lawrence Richey (left), his
former secretary, and Arnold E. Rattray after their cruise in Block
Island sound. In the four-hour fishing expedition Mr. Hoover and his
party hooked five good-sized blueftsh? with two of the largest escaping
capture.
Barcelona Seminary to. Be Popular University
Members of the Iberian Anarchist federation dismantling the ancient Seminary of Barcelona prepara
tory to converting the establishment into a university of the Popular party.
General'view of the Cleveland auditorium with the American Legion annual convention in session. More
than ten thousand veterans were present.
Testing Boulder Dam's Great Valves
Wins Title of
Empire State's
Best Cook
Mrs. F. E. Dona of Canton, N. Y.,
is hailed as the best cook in the
Empire State, for she won first
prize in the menu contest sponsored
bj the state bureau of milk pub
licity. The prize dinner cooked by
Twelve .needle valves at Boulder dam, six on each side of the dam,
pictured pouring their tremendous flood water out of the downstream
side of the mighty structure. This was the first time all twelve valves
have been opened since completion of the dam.
Mrs. Dona consisted of onion soup,
fish baked in milk, riced potatoes
with carrot sauce, diced baked
beets and buttered peas, whole
wheat scones, apple salad and lem
on pudding, with milk for children
and cafe au lait for adults.
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New Auditorium Built for San Jose
Omar-Fared, University of Chica
go halfback, is a Persian. He dis
played clever running and passing
for Chicago last 'season. He weighs
only 167 pounds.
Here, beautifully situated amid palms, is the new municipal audi
torium in San Jose, Calif. It was erected with the aid of a PWA grant
of $500,000, and is the first unit of the city's proposed civic center. Other
imposing buildings are expected to form a part of this new development,
which will make San Jose one of the most imposing cities of California.
In Memory of the Sailing of the Mayflower
Representatives of American and British societies celebrated the anniversary of the sailing of the May
dower in 1820 at the actual spot on the Barbican at Plymouth, Devonshire, England.
A Radio Adventure
By K. GRAYSON
? Associated Newspapers.
WNU Service.
OLD RUFE APPLETON had a
radio which, because he lived
alone in an isolated farm house in
the high country, was about the only
company he knew during the long
winter evenings. Most always he
listened to the news broadcast, be
cause it amused him to hear about
the problems of the outside world.
Thus it was that one afternoon in
January he heard about the bank
hold-up at Richfield, and learned
that the hold-up men had been seen
and recognized, but had made the'r
escape after killing a night watch
man. The night watchman was a
simple old man, about Rufe's age,
and had a wife and two kids depend
ent on him. Rufe felt a deep sense
of pity and injustice.
Shortly after dark, Rufe heard a
knock on his door. He switched off
his radio and went to answer it.
Two men were there, and they en
tered without being invited. Even
if the radio announcer hadn't given
a description of Marty Price and
Spider MaGee, Rufe would have
known who his visitors were.
"You live here alone?" the larger
of the two asked.
"Been alone for forty years,"
Rufe said. "Ever since Martha died.
She took with "
"I see you got a radio^' the little
man interrupted. Rufe guessed that
the little man was Spider.
"No use in beating around the
bush, old man. Guess you know who
we are. Well, our car got stuck
down the road and we had to walk.
Our trail's hot. You got some place
you can hide us?"
It wasn't a question but a demand.
Rufe appeared to consider. The
brain behind his mild blue eyes be
gan to work rapidly. Two hours ago
it had begun to snow. It looked like
a heavy fall, and even now the
tracks of the two fugitives were
probably obliterated. However,
eventually the searchers would find
the abandoned automobile and
they'd scour the neighborhood.
"Guess there ain't any use in one
trying to kid you two jiggers," he
said, grinning, foolishly. "You're
desprit. Well, I got a sap house up
over the ridge. There's a stove there
and mebbee "
"Shut up and get your coat and
take us there. There's no time to
lose."
Without a word Rufe got into his
sheepskin coat and fur cap with the
earlaps and his felt boots and wool
mittens. And all the time the idea
was growing in his mind. He wasn't
fool enough to think they'd let him
go, after he showed them the sap
house. Hardly. He hadn't fooled
them a bit. They knew he'd come
back and wait till the police arrived
and tell where they were. No, sir,
it would never do to let them reach
the sap house.
He took the lantern down from its
peg, lighted it and led the way out
side. The snow was coming down
thick, driven slantwise by a north
east gale. Rufe led the way around
the house and along the cart road
that ran up to his sap house.
Presently they came to an open
field, and Rufe bent his head against
the force of the wind. The storm was
making a terrible racket, but he
heard the cries of protest behind
him, and stopped. No sense in trying
to rush things. They came up to
him, wheezing and puffing, shiver
ing in the wind. Marty said: "How
much further is it?" And Rufe told
him they'd covered about half the
distance. Without waiting for a reply
he set off again, kept going for a
hundred yards or more, and sud
denly he heard the sound he'd been
waiting for ? a faint cry and mut
tered oaths and smothered shouts.
One of the men had fallen and was
having difficulty in getting up.
Rufe didn't stop, but swung sharp
ly to the right, hurling the lantern
from him as he did so. It struck the
snow and went out. A minute later
he heard the spit of an automatic,
but the shots came nowhere near
him. . . .
Presently he struck the cart road
again and slackened his pace. He
was grinning to himself when, twen
ty minutes later, he came back to
the house. He went into the kitchen,
but didn't light the lamp. No sense,
he thought in taking chances. He sat
down by the window, without fear,
to await the arrival of the police,
thinking of the two men out in the
storm with their low shoes and thin
stockings, thinking how he led them
in circles, knowing that they'd never
be able to find their way back. He
thought of the dead watchman, and
told himself that when he collected
the reward for the capture of the
two bank robbers, the watchman's
wife and kids would probably have
good use for it.
Sure to Get Mail
Travelers who get their mail on
time when far froi ? home will sub
scribe to this creed of the Postal
department: "Neither snow nor
rain nor sleet nor gloom of night
stays these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed
rounds." \
More Windmills Than Trees
The Island of Oland, off the coast
of Sweden, is a second "wind
mill land." Windmills dot the cliffs
along its coast, and in the interior,
which is level and rather bare, they
actually outnumber the trees. The
island itself is a favorite resort at
the Swedish people.