Success Story
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By
S. CORDELL
Associated Newspapers?WNU Features.
1 CLAIM no man ever was suc
cessful unless he was aggres
sive by nature. The man who
waits for the breaks doesn't get
to first base. It may seem so when
you read some of the modern suc
cess stories, but if you delve into
the lives of the subjects, the chances
are you'll discover the individuals
Involved were of enterprising dis
positions
Well, perhaps not always. You
take the case of Iakov Ganetsky.
lakov was brought over to the
United States by his mother
when be was seven. Immigrants.
In Russia, Iakov had had some
opportunity to play the violin.
His mother believed he was a
prodigy. She knew that America
offered opportunities for anyone
of talent. But how to find that
opportunity? They had no mon
ey. Neither could speak Eng
lish. Their friends had no con
nections.
The mother, Kyra by name,
brooded. It seemed like a hopeless
situation. It seemed that her son,
the prodigy, was going to be lost to
the world.
During the months that followed
Kyra, laboriously took up the study
of English. Six months after their
arrival in America, she had learned
to pronounce ten words. This she
realized was not enough. So she la
bored six months longer. She
learned how to say: "Good day, how
are you? I am fine. It is nice
weather today. Would you like me
to tell you about my son? He is a
genius." ?
Thus fortified she asked the fol
lowing question: "Who is the czar
of America?"
Her Russian friends laughed.
"There is no csar In America.
There is a President. A good
and kind man. He has a very
lovely wife."
Kyra thought this over. She would
go and see the President's lovely
wife. So she saved her money and
she and Iakov moved to Washing
ton.
This all happened a long time
ago and conditions in Washington
weren't what they are today. Never
theless Kyra found a place to live.
Then she dressed in her finest and
sought out the White House. She
wanted, she told the guard, to talk
with the President's lovely wife. The
guard -was a kindly old man. He
advised her that the President's wife
was vary busy and saw people only
|by appointment. However, he said,
on Wednesday afternoon the Presi
dent's wife usually interviewed peo
ple without appointments.
\ So (be next Wednesday after
noon Kyra came again (? the
White (louse. Sbc set in a re
ception room an' waited with
dosens of other people. 8he
came the aext Wednesday and
ibe next and the aext. Always
there were other people who
wanted to see the President's
wile. Hot Kyra became an ob
ject of interest to the guards and
secretaries. She had saeh a pa
tient face, and her clothes Were
so queer. They talked, and
eventually what they said
reached the President's wife.
She asked to see the strange
woman from Russia.
Kyra did her best to speak good
Kngiish, but when the President's
wife smiled she kn?w she had failed.
Then the President's wife said:
"Won't you tell me in your native
tongue?"
Kyrt beamed. Wonder of won
ders. The President's wife could
speak and understand her native
tongue. Kyra became glib.
The President's wife was much
interested in Kyra's story. She
would like to hear the child prodigy
piay his violin.
It was arranged. The child played.
A concert was arranged. He played
again before hundreds of people.
His genius was recognized. Inter
ested people sponsored his instruc
tion. Time passed, Iakov became
famous
Iakov's mother was very happy,
very proud. She appointed herself
Iakov's manager. She arranged his
concerts, his tours. She turned down
some offers and accepted others.
She-understood that her boy was
fatnous. When he was offered the
leadership of a great symphony or
chestra she was not surprised.
More time passed. The Ganetskys
were now very wealthy, very fa
mous. Iakov, the genius, sometimes
frowned at the way his mother con
ducted his affairs, but he never re
fused to accept her decision.
Be saw bis picture plastered
ea billboards all ever the conn
try. He read articles shout him
self In newspapers, and mags
sines. He understood that be
was successful; that he was fa
mous; that other people ad
mire#, and respected him. He
was the-typical example of the
immigrant bay who had over
come all obstacles and made
good.
Then one day a sad thing hap
pened. Kyra was taken tick and
^ lahoo warn crief-otrichew. Ho
knew now how great a part of hia
life she had been. For a year he
went into retirement.
Then, hia grief overcome, he re
appeared 'and announced that he
was ready for a tour. He appointed
a new manager and the tour was
arranged. Curiously it wasn't aa
successful as previous tours. The
critics were not so loud in their
praise. Iakov was surprised, but
contemptuous. When he announced
that he would again conduct the :
great symphony orchestra he was
told that the present conductor was
quite satisfactory, thank you.
Iakov sulked. But sulking did
him no good. He gave concerts,
but the theaters were now never
packed. Time passed and Iakov
began to slip into oblivion. A
doubt also crept Into his mind.
Had he been as great as people
once thought? Like a small child
he sulked again. He made no
attempt to convince people he
was still the world's foremost
violinist.
Today Iakov still lives, but no
body knows where. People have for
gotten him. Somewhere, I suppose,
he is conducting a small orchestra
and sulking. Quite probably that is
the case.
Iakov is not successful today be- '
cause he is not aggressive.
YOUNG PEOPLE
By JOHN BROWN
McClure Syndicate?WNU Features.
TPHE Wednesday afternoon Sewing
^ Club of North Lansing met week
ly in the parish house and before its
adjournment there were three sub
ject# to come up for discussion. The
disgraceful condition of the pew
cushions, the inefficiency of the sex
ton, and the general intractibility of
present-day young people.
Today Mrs. Joel Hatfield had
been responsible for the intro
duction of the last topic.
"I certainly make no mistake,' ]
she ended complacently, "in send
ing my Muriel back and forth with
her father in the truck. He leaves
her at the school steps and she
waits afterwards in the library un
til he can call for her?such a nice
quiet place, the library?and al
though sometimes it's out of the way
for Joe and a nuisance, I tell him
we can't be too careful nowadays!"
"Well," spoke up Julia Williams,
"I make my Harold sit down by
himself at one end of the car and
do his homework.
Arlene Edwards was a compara
tive newcomer to North Lansing and
she continued to baste up her apron
seam rapidly before replying. Then
she spoke thoughtfully. "Both my
boy and girl go back and forth ev
ery day and I hope they behave
themselves. Yet sometimes I won
der if a little roughhousing doesn't
use up surplus energy and animal
spirits that might otherwise be
spent in more harmful ways I"
At that moment the telephone
rang and Mrs. Edwardi, who sat
nearest, lifted the receiver from its
hook. A second later, "For you,
Mrs. Hatfield," she said.
To the conversation which fol
lowed, the others were forced to
listen, although what they over
heard conveyed no meaning at this
time.
Yes, is it you, Joe?
"Why, no, of course not."
"Not so far as I know."
"Why, what do you suppose?yes,
I'll come right home."
She appeared agitated ai she
turned from the telephone and
hastily folded her work. "Sorry,
bat I've got to go home."
Two hours later, however, the
whole town of North Lansing knew
that Muriel Hatfield had not re
turned from school.
Still greater excitement was (
caused when it came to light that
Harold Williams had likewise failed
tp put in an appearance.
Why, it had been only yesterday
that Harold had spoken of Muriel
as a pig-headed bookworm. Yet she
felt it her duty to telephone her
neighbor.
"Oh, no, it is impossible!" cried
poor Mrs. Hatfield. "I am sure
Muriel?" she paused, for how could
she repeat her daughter's frequent
ly expressed opinion of Harold? And
wasn't there after all a strange co
incidence in the dual disappear
ances? "Thank you for calling,
Mrs. Williams," she said.' "If I
hear anything, I'll let you know."
At that moment, the front door
opened and banged shut. Then the
living room door opened, and there
stood Muriel. And behind her was
a thin, spectacled young man who
was decidedly not Mrs. William's
son, Harold.
"Muriel!" cried her mother weak
ly, while her father started towards
her, frowning.
"It's too late to soold, Dad!" cried
the girl, and threw her arms about
his neck. "John and I are mar
ried. I've been engaged for a long
time, but we didn't dare tell .you
because we knew you wouldn't let
me be married until I had finished
school."
She turned to the solemn young
man who had been watching the lit
tle scene with pardonable anxiety.
"Soo-in-law, parents! Parents, son
in-law !*' she said quaintly. "Or, in
other words, Mr. John Wellman, as
sistant librarian of the Lansing Pub
lic library!"
BY VIRGINIA VALE
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
WHAT'S been happening
to that feminine lead in
Metro's version of the stage
success, "Best Foot For
ward," is like the old game of
"Button, Button." Lana Tur
ner was announced for the
role, then she was out and Lu
cille Ball was assigned to it.
Then Miss Turner got it, and Miss
Ball was out. After which there was
anothe'r shuffle, and now?this seems
final?it's Lucille's.
?*?
The role of "Smitty" in "Cry
Havoc," that story of the nurses on
Bataan, is another one that's been
in doubt. Merle Oberon, Greer Gar
son?one top notcher after another
was suggested for it. The beautiful
Greer couldn't do it and really
didn't care. She's to be co-starred
MERLE OBERON
with Walter Pidgeon again, which
makes the third time, in "Madame
Curie," based on the lives of the
famous scientists. Merle Oberon
and Joan Crawford head the cast
of "Cry Havoc," with Mervyn Le
roy directing.
y
Samuel Goldwyn's had to borrow
a "Gone With the Wind" flag. A
Confederate banner was needed for
"They Got Me Covered," the Bob
Hope-Dorothy Lamour picture, but
the flag-makers said that all bunt
ing and material were going into
modern emblems and nothing could
be done about making one.
?*
Melvyn Douglas has got what he
wanted?he's a private in the army
now. Which means that a new lead
ing man had to be rounded up for
"Gaslight," starring Irene Dunne.
And Columbia's "Port Said," it's
said, has had to be put on the shelf,
unless someone else can be found
to take the Douglas role. Gone) are
the days when leading men were a
dime a dozen in Hollywood!
*
It's a long jump from tent shows
to the role of "St. Bernadette" in
"The Song of Bernadette," but Jen
nifer Jones, a newcomer to the
screen, has made it. She's been in
Hollywood just since last February;
David O. Selznick is responsible for
her discovery.
?ss?
It's announced that Orson Welles
is going to do a spot of acting
again, this time in 20th Century
Fox's "Jane Eyre," as "Roches
ter"?and it's to be hoped that
audiences won't giggle in remem
brance of Jack Benny's valet when
ever the name is spoken. Joan
Fontaine has the title role. That
picture Welles worked on in Brasil,
"It's All True," is still unfinished.
?*?
"Der Fuehrer's Face," the song
hit that has made so many of us
laugh, was written specially for
Walt Disney's picture of that name
in just one hour and a half?the
composer, Oliver Wallace, says so.
Disney had outlined his idea for a
picture, and Wallace remembered
a few arrogant phrases from Hit
ler, Goebbels and Goering, sat him
self down and dashed off the song.
??
Sammy Kaye recently celebrated
the first year's anniversary of his
song, "Remember Pearl Harbor,"
by donating another Sl.tM royalty
check to the Navy Relief society.
That makes the tidy little sum of
S4.M0 that the song has brought
them.
Joan Davis' first song, written
with Dick Mack, producer of the
Rudy Vallee program on which she
is featured, has been recorded by
Donald Dickson and a full orches
tra, and may soon be spotted in a
motion picture; it's titled "A Day
Closer to Victory."
?*?
ODDS AND ENDS?The "Star-Spangied
Banner" fUm abort by Frad Faring and
kit Peaaryirwuana ia now bring thorny by
Fan Movietone ... Clao Manning, younger
?later of Lucille Ball, alarta bar picture
career in The Mora ibe Merrier," which
atsra Jean Arthur end foal McCrea . . ,
I Jerry Haaaeer, who a few months ago waa
the voice of Lam and Abtter's foundling
baby an the or, ia now m aerial photos
raphes in the army . . . Ann Sheridan's
gardener. Ante Lindstroat, mokes his
movie deb at ia Ann's piastre, "Edge of
Darkness." The handyman baa never seen
amy movies beat die ones in which she hoe
appeared.
Kathleen Norris Says:
You Can Win a Decoration, Too
Bell Syndicate?WNU Feature*.
I asked the doctor what had happened, and he grinned at me and said, "Some
of your friends at home, Bud, slopped talking about what they'd LIKE to do, and
gave you back your life
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
DID you know that thou
sands of our fighting
men are being saved by
transfusions of the blood sent
out to the battle fronts by their
friends at home?
In the horror of this war could
there be a more wonderful note
of sympathy and comradeship
than this, that the life that runs
so secure and safe and warm in
your veins should be shared
with some great fallen giant of
a boy, who lies white and un
conscious in a faraway hos
pital, breathing quietly low
er and lower toward death,
until the help that YOU send him,
from your quiet home town, begins
to flow in his veins again?
Surely all modern science has
given us no greater miracle; that
those of us who cannot wear uni
forms and sail away on the great
ships can have our actual living part
in the great struggle, through the
plasma?the technical name of the
fluid part of the blood?which is
dried and sent to our sons.
But you haven't contributed yet?
Why, what do you mean? You have
been hearing about it and reading
about it, but somehow you didn't
ever clearly get it into your head
what it was all about, you didn't
get 'round to it?
Well, then, put this paper down
and go telephone Mary Brown, who
is one of the higher-ups in the Red
Cross. Ask her where the Blood
Bank is. And go there tomorrow.
Go there, by appointment, of
course, four hours after you've eat
en a hearty, normal meal. Drink
all you want of water and fruit juice
in between the meal and going to the
Blood Bank, no rich drinks or milk.
A Pint of Blood.
They prick your arm, at the Blood
Bank, and draw off a pint ot the
blood that means life for some moth
er's son. Perhaps yours. And that
initial prick is all you pay in pain
for this experience, and that hour of
going and coming is all you pay in
time. After the blood "is taken they
give you a hot drink and a sand
wich, and that's all you do for two
or three months, when you do it all
over again.
The blood is evaporated, packed
off to the far-flung hospitals of the
war fronts, and?as a surgeon-doctor
told me, when he came back from
Australia a few weeks ago, "just the
knowledge that it is there, plenty
of it, means the difference between
life and death to the doctors." They
mix this plasma with water, and pour
it into the draining veins of the
heroes who are brought in white and
unconscious; and the color comes
back to those ashen cheeks, and the
boy opens his eyes and perhaps mut
ters a surprised "what's cooking?"
Yet I know one eastern city in
which three hundred thousand per
fectly strong and healthy men and
women between the ages of 18 and
80 are going about, placidly uncon
scious that there are such things as
Blood Banks. Many of these good
folk are the ones who continually
say "My dear, I'd be delighted to
do something for our men, God
knows, but with two boys in school
and Harry working so hard, there
doesn't seem to be one thing I can
do!"
So They Need Not Die.
Recently a cargo ship sailed with
medical supplies from this same
city, the invoice of what was re
quired being fully checked except
in one particular. Where the item,
"so many pounds of plasma'' was
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listed, the check against it said:
"short. Sixty-one per cent."
That meant that if that life-giving
fluid was destined for the veins of
one thousand magnificent boys, lying
wounded and faint and bleeding in
naval, marine and army hospitals,
six hundred and ten would die. Would
be condemned to death by you, and
your neighbors, and the kids in the
nearest college, and the healthy, joy
ous young things who are flocking to
the movies tonight.
Now, if you have any influence with
women at all, if you belong to a club
or teach in a school or if your
daughter goes off every day to work
in a factory or office with scores of
men and women associates, appoint
yourself a committee of one to get
this message over to them. For this
is the great modern miracle, that
thousands of the men who die in
base hospitals, NEED NOT DIE, and
we can save them.
When you have contributed your
pint of blood to the cause, you get
a little pin. When you have visited
the Blood Bank three times you have
a special decoration. And it seems
to me that there is no young person
in our great country who ought not
be ashamed to express ignorance
of and indifference to the Blood
Bank, and none who will not be
proud to wear that decoration.
If I were within those stipulated
years I would want to be the first
of my group to wear it, and if I
were a soldier's wife or a young girl
I would want to have that third-time
decoration to show to my husband or
my sweetheart when he came home
from the war.
One quiet, big, heavy man in our
little town, a man burdened with
the support of a beloved wife, an
invalided child, an old mother and
a baby son?an unassuming man
who goes to an office every day,
faces changing times and war taxes
and restrictions with a good deal of
humor, never complains?has seven
times given his blood to men he
will never see or know, men from"
whom he can never receive any
thanks.
Back to Life.
This is a real quotation from a
real letter by a boy of 22, sent after
the Wake Island fight to a mother in
our town.
"When they threw me a rope I'd
only been in the water about 15 min
utes, but I was all mucked-up with
heavy black oil and through the
oil I could see the blood from my
shoulder pulsing out the way a wave
would, coming up through a hole
in a rock and brimming over, and
then sinking back again. It was the
darndest thing you ever saw!
"A few days later, when I was sit
ting up, I asked the doctor what had
happened, and he grinned at me and
said: 'Some of your friends at
home. Bud, stopped talking about
what they'd LIKE to do, and gave
you back your life.' "
?
PAST MASTER
You know her. She is a past
master at the art of evasion. No
one is more eager to do her part
?sometime. If nothing inter
feres, she will even let you pin
her dou n to a definite promise
?to help out the next time you
need her. And no one is more
contrite when she fails to appear.
She languishes in appealing
weakness when there is blood to
be given, then wastes precious
energy on alibis when there is
work to be done. She smiles,
evades the issue, and smiles
again. How lucky we are that
there are so few women like her!
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Af 74f 0 $??*
Soup . . . Serve It Hot and Savory!
(See Recipes Below)
Savory Soups
Soup makes the meal! It used to
mean that soup set tone to what was
10 come aunng
the meal, but I'm
willing to wager
that soup will be
the meal on many
of these wintry
days. It can be
quick and easy to
fix, yet nourish
I in
u<5 B11U 1UU-UVU1CU UI UCl?Ul.
Serve substantial soup as a main
course for a luncheon or dinner with
a salad crammed with vitamins and
minerals, and a dessert.
Green split peas have long been
a favorite ingredient of soup. Here
they are combined with salami. Oth
er kinds of substitutes of meats or
left-over ham may be effectively
substituted if you so desire.
'Split Pea and Salami Soap.
(Serves 6)
1H caps green split peas
cops cold water
1 cop sliced onions
1 cup diced celery
1V4 teaspoons salt
% pound salami
3 cups milk
Salt to suit taste
Dash black pepper
Soak peas in cold water for 2
hours, in large kettle; add onions,
celery, and 1% teaspoons of salt.
Bring to boiling point, cover, and
simmer 2V4 hours, stirring occasion
ally. Remove outer covering from
salami and cut in small cubes or
strips; add to soup (saving a few
pieces for garnish). Simmer 30 min
utes longer. Add milk and pepper
and additional salt to suit taste.
Bring to boiling point. Serve with
melba toast or crisp crackers.
It's a nice custom to serve just
an old-fashioned Brown Onion Soup
with its garnish of toasted rye bread
and cheese.
Onion Soup.
(Serves 8)
6 (X pound) onions
3 tablespoons butter
1 quart soup stock
6 slices bread
3 tablespoons grated cheese
Cut onions into %-inch slices. Cook
slowly in butter until tender and
slightly browned, stirring constant
ly. Add soup stock, heat to boiling
point, boil 2 or 3 minutes. Toast
bread, put toasted cubes in each
soup plate, cover with 2 tablespoons
cheese. Pour the hot soup over all
and serve with additional cheese if
desired.
Another soup that can take the
place of a main dish is a real Fish
Chowder. This Chowder makes use
of haddock or cod and salt pork.
Fish Chowder.
(Serves 6)
3 pounds haddock or cod cut in
a solid piece
4 cups boiling water
2 ounces tat salt pork
3 medium-sized onions, peeled
and sliced
4 medium-sized potatoes, peeled
and sliced
1 quart milk, scalded
1 tablespoon salt
M teaspoon pepper
Simmer fish in 2 cups water until
tender; strain, reserving liquid. Dis
PflpH hnnnc clrin * -?
etc., cut pork fine
and brown slight
ly. Add onions, 1
potatoes and re
maining water
and cook until potatoes are tender.
Combine with fish mixture. Add
scalded milk, salt and pepper.
Beans are a good source of pro
tein and can therefore be used as a
meat substitute. Here is a nutritious
soup with an attractive garnish of
hard-cooked egg and lemon.
Black Bean Soup.
(Serves 8)
1 pint black beans
2 quarts cold water
1 small onion, sliced
3 tablespoons butter
2 stalks celery, broken in plecea
y? tablespoon salt
H teaspoon pepper
H teaspoon mustard
Few grains cayenne
ltt tablespoons flour
2 hard-cooked eggs, sliced
Juice 2 lemons
1 lemon, thinly sliced
Soak beans overnight. Drain and
add cold water. Cook onion S min
utes with half the butter and add to
beans. Add celery, simmer 3 or 4
hours or until beans are soft, add
ing more water as water boils away.
Rub through sieve. Reheat to boil
ing point. Add lemon juice and well
mixed seasonings. Bind with re
maining butter and flour mixed to
gether. Garnish with lemon and
eggs.
A piquant and
colorful salad to
serve with a soup
combines winter
vegetables with a
sharp french
dressing and goes
well with soup.
?Celery Slaw.
(Serves 4)
1 cap celery, diced
1 cop cooked beets, diced
1H caps cabbage, sbredded
2 tablespoons onion, minced
H cup trench dressing
Salt and pepper to taste
Combine celery, beets, cabbage,
onion, trench dressing, salt and pep
per. Chill. Serve in lettuce cups.
Garnish with hard-cooked egg.
If you're too busy to make meat
stock out of a meat bone and vege
tables, called for in some of the
soups, make a bouillon, by dissolving
one of the concentrated cubes in
boiling water.
For quicky soups combine some of
your favorite canned soups like to
mato and green pea, mushroom and
chicken, bean and tomato, mush
room and celery, etc.
Try topping soups with a dash of
paprika, chopped parsley, popcorn,
grated cheese, toasted bread cubes,
and swirls of whipped cream.
Lynn Chambers can tell you how to
dress up your labia for family dinner dr
festivities, give you menus for your parties
or tall you bote to balance your meals in
accordance with nutritional standards. Just
write to her, explaining your problem, at
Western Newspaper Union, 210 South Des
plaines Street, Chicago, Illinois. Please
enclose a stamped, setfoddressed envelope
' iZrieaeed by Western Newepeper Union.
Lynn Says:
Spots and Stains: Holidays
bring with them the inevitable
stains on your linens. Since you
can't avoid stains, be prepared
to know what to do about them.
The ' American Institute of
Laundering releases the infor
mation that the best way to take
care of cranberry stains is to
spread the cloth over a bowl and
pour hot water on the stain from
a height sufficient to allow the
water to strike the cloth forceful
ly. . It may interest you to know
i that raw cranberries weaken the
strength of the cloth 25 per cent,
whereas cooked cranberries only
weaken it 21.1 per cent to 22.4
per cent.
Coffee stains, cocoa, and fruit
juice stains wash out if the cloth
is allowed to stand in a solution
of cold dilute potassium perman
ganate for a minute or two. If
the stain remains, reduce it fur
ther with an application of warm
solution of sodium hydrosulflte.
Milk, cream and ice cream
stains are best treated by being
soaked in cool suds before wash
ing in hot water. For candle
grease stains, use a solvent such
as carbon tetrachloride, sponging
it on with a small pad of cotton
on the cloth under which a blot
ter has been placed. Pat lightly
but do not rub solvent.
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This Week's Menu
?Split Pea and Salami Soup
?Celery Slaw
Rye Bread and Butter
Sandwiches
Baked Pear
Milk
?Recipes Given