THURSDAY. DECEMBER 9, 1943
THE BEAUFORT NEWS, BEAUFORT, N. C.
PAGE THREE
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THE STORY 80 FAR: Anne Heywood,
beautiful daughter of a wealthy New
Fork newspaper publliher, goes to Puerto
Rico on aa assignment lor her father'!
paper. Also on the Island aro Pete Wil
cox, a reporter on her father's paper,
now a V. 8. Army Intelligence officer;
Miguel Vatera, a Puerto Rlcan educated
la the United States whoso orders to re
port to an army camp were abruptly
cancelled; Richard Tamils', an engineer
whose Identity as a German agent Is sus
pected but not yet proved; and Russell
Porter, a young American engineer, and
his wife, 8ne. Aware that she must get
the story she was sent for Anne follows
Mr. Taussig to a secret rendezvous. Hid
ing In the shadow Is Miguel Valera.
CHAPTER XI
Anne bent her head down and
drew farther back into the dark
ness. Miguel's hand dropped hers,
moved back to his hip pocket and
rested there. Her heart beat faster.
There must be four or five of them,
she thought, trying to count the shuf
fling feet above her.
Anne closed her eyes and took a
long breath. She felt Miguel's taut
body relax . . . and then go rigid
again so instantly that she opened
her eyes In sudden fright. A fifth
man had joined the group. It was
Diego Gongaro.
Miguel's body was like a steel
wire quivering under the Impact of
a sudden blow. His breath was com
ing so sharply that Anne thought the
men outside must hear it. What had
happened she didn't know. Then
suddenly it came to her. He hadn't
known his uncle was there. He
hadn't even known he might be
there.
"Let's get out of here, quick,"
Miguel said quietly.
They slipped through the tunnel
and out into the street. He took her
arm. As they started down the
street, away from the direction she'd
come in, Anne glanced back. There
was no one in sight. They turned
the corner.
She got into the car, tired, des
perately tired, all of a sudden. "Mig
uel," she said.
"Wait a while, Anne."
She sank back against the seat. It
was probably just hunger, she
thought, but it was funny how this
see-sawing of emotions took it out
of you. She felt like an old sponge.
He maneuvered the car through
the dark streets. They came out
suddenly in front of the great Indian
laurel tree in the Post Office Plaza.
Anne sat up abruptly. She hadn't
an idea how they'd got there so
quickly.
"Where were we, Miguel?" she
asked.
He looked at her sharply.
"If you don't know where you
were it's better for you not to
know," he said evenly, after a mo
ment. "I wish you could forget the
whole thing."
They were both silent for an in
stant. Then he said, "You've got to
promise me very seriously you'll
never say a word about it to any
one."
"What were you doing there? And
in Mr. Taussig's room the other
night?"
"Then you did know," Miguel said
without turning his head. His eyes
were fixed on the ocean in front of
them. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't
hurt you ... or frighten you too
much. I think you'd better tell me
all about it. I couldn't ask you be
fore."
"It wasn't you that told Taussig
I was there?"
Miffiiel turned abruptly. "Does he
know?"
"He knows about me," Anne said.
"I don't know about you."
"Listen, Anne," he said earnestly,
"You've got to tell me everything
you know. It's more important than
you think. Have you told Wilcox?"
Anne shook her head. "He thinks
vnn're a spy. or something. I did
too. But you're not, are you?
didn't want to believe it Tell me
you're not.
"I'll tell you something no one
here knows." he said slowly. "I'm
trusting you, Anne. In a way
have to so you'll see you have to
keep absolutely quiet ... to every.
body, Wilcox and everybody else."
"Does . your father know?
He shook his head.
"The Commanding General knows
there's somebody here he doesn'
know it's me."
He looked around and lowered his
voice so that she could hardly hear
htm.
"The War Department sent me
down on a special mission. I can'
tell you what it is, exactly. I wasn'
sure until tonight that Taussig
was mixed up in it. I don't know
how much he is. And how far
succeed depends on no one knowing
I'm doing it You see that, don
you?"
"I thought we didn't use 'agents
provocateurs in democracies,1
Anne said.
"Right now we're using whatever
we have to."
"Wouldn't it be better if G 2 knew
about you, so they wouldn't follow
you around?"
He shook his head. "It's better
for them to. As long as certain
people know G 2 is on my trail they
won't be suspicious. And they'll
fctow it sooner or later."
'"But Isn't it dangerous working
alone?"
"It's Important," Miguel said.
"Now begin at the -beginning."
Anne hesitated.
"If a member of my family
seems to be Involved," he said qui
etly, "don't hide it. I wouldn't"
"It's just your uncle," Anne said
quickly, as if his uncle didn't mat
ter. "You don't think your fa
ther . . ."
His voice was a little unsteady.
'I hope not. My father means very
much to me. Go on."
There were only a few cars In
front of the Escambron when Mig
uel pulled in to the curb. As they
got to the door a car coming along
the road stopped so suddenly that
it sounded as if the brakes had been
torn from their linings with an an
guished shriek.
"The way you people here punish
cars, Anne said without turning.
Miguel looked back. The man at
the wheel was not a Puerto Rican.
He was Captain Peter Wilcox of the
United States Army. He was sit
ting there starng at them. Miguel
hesitated for an instant, turned and
followed Anne inside. After all, it
was a Saxon who said whatever it
was about love and war. Further
more he had the sharp impresson
that Captain Wilcox was drunk.
Mr. Richard Taussig had never
taken the doctrine of the Master
Race particularly seriously, nor did
he regard himself, per se, as an ex
ample of it He was a realist and a
business man, and his business was
Empire, or rather the undermining
of existing empires leading to their
They slipped through the tunnel
and out into the street.
destruction in the interests of what
he referred to as World Order but
thought of merely as New Empire
for Old.
He had spent too many years in
too many ends and corners and
crossroads of the world to think
that any one nation was in itself
superior to all others and especially
ordained by God for world domina
tion. He was, however, aware that
the desire for world domination, ex
clusively and without regard for ex
isting concepts of law and ethic,
and the acceptance of any and ev
ery means to attain it were the
most powerful weapons the human
mind could forge. A realist by na
ture, he had become a cynic by
necessity, and an eminently success
ful opportunist by scientific applica
tion of whatever means came to
hand. He did not object to men
or governments who respected the
virtues of honesty, tolerance ana sin
cerity. On the contrary, he pre
ferred dealing with them, because
they" were always the slowest to
recognize the Indian sign of the
Double Cross, and by the time they
did recognize it It was too late.
On the other hand, and Mr. Taus
sig was thinking of it as he crossed
the Granada lobby toward the news
stand, they were unknown and fre
quently unpredictable aspects, im
ponderables, he called them, that
had to be recognized and dealt with.
Sometimes it took the form of the
honesty and unselfishness of a par
ticular individual. More often, in
his experience, it was what he'd
tried to warn Diego Gongaro about
that morning. He had In fact won
dered many times whether the emo
tional equation, coming in with its
attendant jealousy, wasn't actually
more trouble than it was help. Gra
ciela's rage against the American
girl had been a help, certainly, but
Miguel Valera's apparent entangle
ment with her was anything but
Young Wilcox's tod. Wilcox fortu
nately wasn't particularly Impor
tant If he had a roving commis
sion and was in his own country, it
would be a horse of another color.
As it was, his hands were tied, first
by Army regulations-and second by
his unfamiliarity with either the peo
ple or the terrain.
Miguel Valera was different. He
was, as far as Mr. Taussig could
see, potentially much more useful
than his uncle, slightly tarred by
bis connection with the war in Spain.
Perhaps he should have taken a
chance and let Gongaro bring him to
their meeting that night Gongaro
was positive his nephew was in com
plete agreement with them. His de
votion to his father would make him
ready to put Don Alvaro's passive
ideas into action if he could be
shown the way.
But Mr. Taussig wasn't so sure.
It was the emotional equation com
ing in again. He'd seen him with
Anne Heywood on the ship and seen
them together in San Juan. He'd
seen the look in Miguel's face. He'd
seen it in other men's faces and
knew what it meant.
Mr. Taussig bought a newspaper
and made his way across the lobby
to the desk to get his key.
It was extraordinary, he was
thinking, how Anne Heywood got in
the way. Not only tangibly with
Miguel and little Mrs. Porter, but
intangibly too. The fact that she
was at all serious about him was in
effect a potential surveillance that
he couldn't afford to risk.
He stopped in front of the counter.
The clerk put his hand up in the
pigeon-hole numbered 110, and
turned back. "No, she hasn't come
in."
The girl standing there hesitated,
apparently reluctant to go. Mr.
Taussig glanced her over with an
appraising eye, wondering what sho
wanted with Miss Heywood. She
was Puerto Rican, dark and full
blown at that brief attractive stage
before avoirdupois and middle age
set in at thirty. She was expensive
ly dressed, almost too much so, and
obviously nervous and ill at ease.
She was also obviously determined.
The clerk handed Mr. Taussig his
key and two call slips, said "Good
evening, sir, in English and turned
back to the girl. His attitude was
interesting, Mr. Taussig thought. It
was as if he had to be polite to her
but nevertheless wanted to get her
out as quickly as possible.
"You can leave a message for
her," he said. "She's usually very
late."
The girl moved away without an
swering, wandered over to the ar
cade and sat down, looking around
with a kind of moody defiance in her
set face. She apparently had made
up her mind to see the American
girl and was not going to be stopped.
"Who is that young lady?" Mr.
Taussig inquired, with a slight frown
as if he knew her very well but
couldn't quite place her at the mo
ment. The clerk looked at him politely
but blankly. "I don't know her
name," he said, with exactly the ef
fect of saying "It's none of your
business, sir."
Mr. Taussig looked at the slips in
his hand. Mrs. Russell Porter had
called him at six-thirty. Mrs. R.
Porter had called at eight-thirty
and left her telephone number.
There were two more slips for
calls in his room that had been left
earlier. It was working out very
nicely, on the whole. Mr. Taussig
glanced back at the girl by the door.
She was sitting tight. He looked at
his watch. It was not quite ten, and
this might be interesting. The girl
obviously had something on her mind
she intended getting off before she
went away. On the other hand, time
seemed to be important. She kept
looking nervously at the clock and
comparing it with the gold watch
pinned on her dress.
Then she got up abruptly and
went to the writing desk. Mr. Taus-
sig watched her chewing the end
of the pen, writing, crumpling up
what she wrote and stuffing the pa
per into her bag. Suddenly, in some
thing like despair, she threw the pen
down and hurried out without hav
ing written anything.
Mr. Taussig went slowly over to
the arcade. She was going quickly
down the drive. He saw, indistinct
ly because of his short-range vision,
that a car stopped for her to get in
and went off toward Santurce, not
San Juan.
He went over to the elevator.
There was something about the inci
dent that disturbed him without his
being able to say exactly what It
was. It was another of the lntangi
bles that seemed to make action
imperative, before they became tan
gibles to disrupt his plans. Hi
walked slowly down the hall to his
room. A letter that he had been
writing in his head from time to
time since he talked to Gongaro in
the morning was going through his
mind again. It was very clear to
him. Tomorrow night he would put
it on paper for tl morning Clipper,
"My dear friend," the letter would
say. "Thank you for the Guide
Book to this beautiful and historic
island. It has been interesting and
invaluable.
"Have you heard of the tragio
thing that happened here today? A
beautiful American girl. Miss Anne
Heywood, met her death by a fright
ful accident at the Central Valera.
My efforts to save her very nearly
resulted in the loss of my own lite,
which I should gladly have given
to save hers.
"She and I were the guests of
Senor Alvaro Valera on his sugar
plantation outside of San Juan. Se
nor Valera was not with us, only
the foreman of the mill and Senor
Diego Gongaro. Senorita Gongaro
was also along, but she did not go
through the plant with us. Thank
God she was spared that"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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wZf 1 SUNDAY
International I SCHOOL
-:- LESSON
By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, D. D.
Of The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for December 12
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted bv International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
CUBIST'S NEW COMMANDMENT
LESSON TEXT Mark 12:28-34; John
13:34, 35; 13:10-14.
GOLDEN TEXT A new command
ment I give unto you, That ye love one
another; as I have loved you, that ye
nlso love ore another. John 13:34.
Who's News
This Week
By
Delos Wheeler Lovelace
This Era Sticks
To His 'Alexander
The "new commandment" of love
which Christ gave was not new In
the sense of then first being known,
but new in its application (John
13:34). Only since Christ had come
did men know how to love In truth.
This commandment of love was
also first in time, being given be
fore the Ten Commandments (see
Lev. 19:18). Then, too, it declared
the fundamental of all spiritual life,
the first thing man needed to know,
that God is love.
It also must take first place in
man's thinking, for even as the Dec
alogue (Ten Commandments) is the
heart of all moral law, so love for
God and our fellow man is that
which makes the Decalogue effec
tive in our lives. Love and obedi
ence go together (John 15:10).
Our lesson teaches us four things
I. Love God (Mark 12:28-30).
Because "God is love" (I John
4:8) He desires man's perfect love
toward Him. Because the essence
of His being is love, He loves us,
and enables us to love Him.
There is more here than a com
mandment or the performing of a
duty. There is the recognition of a
controlling principle of all life. In a
day of multiplication of powerful
machines and organizations, when
man is "power conscious" in an un
usual way, it is well to recall that
the greatest power in all the world
is the power of love.
Then let us not forget that all
true love should rest upon fellow
ship with God. It has no real foun
dation if it does not.
II. Love Your Neighbor (Mark
12:31-34).
Everything about our relationship
to Christ and to God expresses it
self in our living. No spiritual truth
is simply to be admired, or kept on
a shelf a? a cherished possession. It
is to be put to work in the affairs
of life.
Love for God means love for our
neighbor, ft weTio n6t love our
neighbor (and that means our fellow
man Luke 10:25-42) how then does
the love of God abide in our hearts?
It is worthy of note that the rec
ognition and appreciation of this
truth on the part of the scribe
brought him near to the kingdom of
C id, but not into it. He was "not
far from," but he was not in it. It
is terrifying to think how close men
may come to entering without doing
so. Reader, have you entered into
eternal life through Jesus Christ?
III. Love Your Brethren (John
13:34, 35).
Here we come within the circle of
believers and see that the distinc
tive thing about their fellowship
should be love for one another.
The old commandment of love be
comes a new one because Christ
shows that the measure of that love
is to be His great love for us. How
did Christ love us? With a perfect,
unselfish and thoughtful devotion,
which so deeply desired the very
most and best for us that He was
willing to lay down His holy life
as our Saviour from sin.
The thing which marked the early
church with glorious distinction was
that in a world that hated, they
loved one another, and in a world
that killed and destroyed, they were
even willing to die for their breth
ren. Tertullian of Carthage (Tu
nis) said, in the second century, that
the enemies of Christianity said of
the Christians, "See how they love
one another."
IV. Love Is Obedient, Joyful and
Sacrificial (John 15:10-14).
Love Is not an Impulsive, erratic
movement of man's nature which
tries to make up for neglect and tin
kindness by occasional displays of
generosity and thoughtfulness. No
indeed. Love walks the straight and
steady way of obedience to God's
commandments.
Keeping God's law is not accom
plished by reading it, or talking
about it, or even learning it by
heart, but by definitely practicing
its precepts.
This brings joy into our lives
the real and perfect joy of Christ.
How little we appreciate what this
means. Our fellowship with the Lord
calls for obedience and sacrifice,
but that is not a burdensome, dull,
distressing experience. It is a joy
ful one. Who counts it a trial to do
that which pleases a loved one? Do
we really love God? Then we will
rejoice in our response to His will,
yes, in any possible act of devotion.
Love draws no limiting line be
yond which it will not go. Love
says: "I count not my life dear, if
in giving it I may bring deliverance
to my friends."
We shall not question His guid
ance nor blush to own His name,
even though the testimony may
mean our death. This we shall do
for Christ's sake, and for the sake
if a suffering humanity.
Consolidated Features. WNU Release.
XTEW YORK.-In those days De
troit, Mich., was full of easy
money. At the Central Drug store
a boy from Cass high in short pants,
Stephen Foster of m
week just
for deliver
ing pre
scriptions 4 p. m. to 9 and every
other Sunday off. Out of that he
had to repair his bike, but usually
he could manage a dime or a nickle,
for the Empire theater. Marvelous
movies, and a fat little singer named
Brown! Brown sat on a piano long
before Helen Morgan, and in 1911
he was forever singing Alexander's
Ragtime Band. "Come on and hear!
Come on and hear!"
Irving Berlin, himself only 23
then, marked a whole high
school generation with that en
during song. Other songs of his
marked other generations, and
two wars. And now "My Brit
ish Buddy" is melodic quick sil
ver In London where Berlin's
"This Is the Army" repeats Us
American success.
Ever since he rose above the job
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A SERIES OF
SPECIAL ARTICLES 1
BY THE LEADING
WAR CORRESPONDENTS?
Post-War World
By Charles E. Kettering
(WNU Feature Through special errsnge
ment with Tht Amotion Mtgmne.)
Everybody talks these days about
what kind of a world we shall have
after the war. There are two kinds
of fellows to watch out for: One
kind says we are going to have a
heaven on earth; the other kind
says the world is going to pot They
are like the two sides of an electric
switch one all light and the other
all darkness. But life doesn t worn
that way.
I think w" are going to be some
where in between and the nature
of that in-betveenness is going to
depend on how well we all of us
think and plan as we go along.
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of singing waiter Berlin has corn- planning.. is really "post-war
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USeD HERE FOR A TOP SPREAD WITH A
FLOOR LENGTH GINGHAM SPREAD UNDER
THE MATTRESS AND OVER THE5rKIMD
T0 YOU know the Kaleidoscope
quilt pattern? A block is
shown here. It is put together so
that from every angle it makes a
different design. One of these fas
cinating quilts made in two tones
of blue and white started all the
tewing and sawing for the at
tractive bed nook you see in the
sketch. The bed and woodwork are
painted white. The built-in closets
and book shelves at each side of
the bed are connected with a scal
loped cornice of thin wood. Widths
of blue gingham are stitched to
gether for the full curtain.
NOTE Mrs. Spears has prepared a pat
tern for the Kaleidoscope quilt (No. 200)
and for the cornice scallops (No. 207) to
be cut with a key hole or jig saw. Pat
terns are 15 cents each and may be or
deren direct from:
six black keys hard to pick out, and
only two easy white fellows. But il
hasn't lowered output of quality. And
at 55, more nearly than any rival,
he is the Stephen Foster of this day
Luckier than Foster, he is rich.
Instead of the 33 cents his first
song earned, each one now nets
baskets full of bills. His first
wife died after his first success,
but for 17 pleasant years he has
been married to Ellin, daughter
of the late, rococo Clarence H.
Mackay. They have three girls.
He is a gloomy self-critic and his
ference is this: Does tne scnemo
assume that human nature will be
different after the war? If it does,
it's post-war wishing.
Human Race Plods On.
The human race has been around
for a couple of million years. I
don't know how many thousand wars
it has fought during that time. But
the human race keeps plodding
along in the same sort of direction.
It has a powerful continuity about
it. This war is not going to upset all
that. We can do something to change
our method of thinking, and that is
own list of his best 11 leaves out very important. But changing the
nature of us humans is somemmg
"Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the
Morning," and "God Bless Amer
ica." Cass high students of 1911
will be glad, however, to learn that
it includes "Alexander."
IF Hubert Scott-Paine had been a
little quicker at blocking upper
cuts, maybe the Nazis would be do
ing better these days on the Eng-
, . lishchannel
Turned Face Away Tneir E -
From Upper cuts to boats find
Build Speedy Boats rough f'"g
r against the
British MTBs and MGBs, all Scott-Paine-designed.
And he turned to
such work only after a boxing tour
with a French circus convinced him
he was in a business in which a
man rose only to fall again.
The turn, lucky for Britain,
was made before the last war.
First oft Scott-Paine designed
aircraft and through the war
years he layed the foundation of
st fortune so sizeable that IS
years ago he could plan to loaf
the rest of his born days. He
had a wife, a son, three daugh
ters to enjoy them.
About then, however, he came
upon a derelict Southampton ship.
yard, irresistible to a man who had
always wanted to build a better ma
rine engine. He set to work with the
help of various men, including one
long-jawed fellow called Shaw. This
was really the incredible Lawrence
of Arabia.
The Southampton yard after a
time produced the fastest single
engined speedboat In the world.
And in this war it sets the pat
tern for those terrific little motor
torpedo and gun boats flying the
Union Jack under Nazi noses.
There will be no second retire
ment for Scott-Paine for a while,
lie Isn't, of course, at retirement
age even now. He is ouly 53.
Q1R HERBERT EMERSON, a near
ly
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS
Bedford Hills New York
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perfect product of the British
civil service, lays plans these days
for cleaning up the polyglot mess
n f that Hitler is
rv tin reace, nn
Task Is to Return
30 Millions Home
about to
leave in the
Germany he
once hoped
to make pure Nordic. That hope
must be thin today, with 9,000,000
drafted alien laborers in the coun
try and Germany's own sons dying
in far-away battle.
Sir Herbert heads up the In
tergovernmental Committee on
Refugees. When peace comes
he will direct and attempt to
shift as nearly as possible back
to their own homes 30,000,000
men, women and children up
rooted by the war the Nazis
forced upon Europe.
This isn't a bureaucrat's job, but
else again.
So. when a plan says that alter
this war is over everybody is going
to be a good neighbor and a nice
fellow and so on, I think you can
niipstinn that.
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"Well, even so," say tne wisniui
gazers, "it will be a wonderful
world. Look at all the marvelous
new inventions made during the
war. Plastics, radar, synthetic rub
ber, new light metals, heUcopters,
and aU the rest. Won't they make
a brieht new world?"
I'm an optimist, too, but I like
to ask Questions. Which of those
thines was invented during the war?
Answer: Not any of them. All rep
resent great achievement; all have
been highly developed under the
pressure of war; but all were in
vented and well started before the
war. All the countries are fighting
this war on prewar technologies.
There have been improvements in
processes, production methods, but
not so much in fundamentals.
Not Much That's New.
Actually, not so very much has
come along in the way of new inven
tions during the war. And most of
these embody refinements and adap
tations rather than new principles.
To my mind, it is an open question
whether basic discovery has been
helped or hindered by the war.
But the wishful gazers are not
discouraged. They are drawing and
designing the most miraculous post
war automobiles. They are paint
ing lovely pictures of them. Some
are made of transparent plastic and
shaped like an egg. Others have a
gadget where you attach helicopter
blades or airplane wings and fly
away to the office or to Honolulu.
Wonderful!
Everybody seems to be designing
post-war cars except the automotive
engineers. They are too busy mak
ing weapons. Besides, they know
that you can't change faster tnan
the customer will let you go. The
public is the boss, and the wishes
of the public can be learned only
in the stress and strain of hard
competition. Through that, the
American motor companies pro
duced the best cars in the world be.
fore the war, and will do so again
after the war.
Offhand, I would say that the post
war car will look much more like
an automobile than like an egg. It
will steer with a wheel, rather than
with ' radar. And it will continue,
for a long time to come, to derive
its power and strength chiefly from
steel. The tendency will be toward
a smaller, more finely built engine,
burning a higher-octane fuel more
power in a smaller package.
If you think it over, you will see
why there cannot be revolutionary
changes in familiar American mass
Head cf Miss Liberty
The head of the Statue of Lib
erty can accommodate 40 persons
standing upright.
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Dinosaur Eggs
The eggs of the great dinosaurs
probably were as big as footballs.
Don't fool frith a cold! Neglected, It
may easily develop Into a more seri
ous condition. Rest avoid eiposure.
And for usual cold miseries. Set
Grove's Cold Tablets. They're Uke a
doctor's prescription that Is, a mul
tiple medicine. Work on all these
symptoms of a cold . . . headache-
body aches fever nasal stuffiness.
Why lust suffer along? Take Grove's
Cold Tablets exactly as directed. Ask
your druggist for Grove'sColdTableta
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It is probably one for a man who; r
knows all Ihe ways of snipping bu
reaucracy's red tape and on that
count Emerson qualifies.
He triumphed over the maze of
civil service to become one of In
dia's chief administrators. He was
Britain's top man In forested
Bashahr, and again in fertile Mandi,
and finally governor of all the Pun
jab with its Ave enriching rivers and
its 30,000,000 or more souls. He has
had his present post for nearly four
years.
About then he came over here to
consult with Washington, and turned
out to be medium tall, fairly heavy,
with a direct quizzical gaze, and a
trick of taking off his glasses and
twiddling them as he talked.
used to make cars, refrigerators,
washing machines, and the rest are
now making the machinery of war.
' After the war, they must first be
reconverted to peacetime produc
tion, a huge task in. itself, which
must be accomplished as quickly as
possible in order to provide em
ployment and to make up the great
shortages that have developed.
Therefore, most of the post-war
models, while improved . in detail,
will not differ radically from the
last prewar models. Next, the new
Inventions must go through the la
borious, time - consuming testing
which intervenes between the lab
oratory, the sample, and practical
utility.
May Warn of Disordered
Kidney Action
Modern life with Its hurry and worry.
Irregular habits. Improper eating ana
drinking its risk of exposure sad infec
tion throws heavy strain on the work
of the kidneys. They are apt to beooma
over-taxed and fail to niter excess acid
and other impurities from the life-giving
blood.
You may suffer Begging backache,
headache, dizziness, getting op nighta,
leg pains, swelling feel constantly
tired, nervous, all worn out. Other signs
of kidney or bladder disorder are some
times burning, scanty or too frequent
urination.
Try Doan's Pills. Doon't help tha
kidneys to pass off harmful excess body
waste. They have had mors than half
century of publie approval. Are recom
mended by grateful users everywhere.
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