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PAGE TWO fIEPUBIIWNSSTAjr But They’ll Vote With Dem ocrats Opposing Roose velt Court Plan By CHARLES I*. STEWART Central I’ress Columnist Washington, Feb. 13. Republicans in Congress (the old-liners rather than the so-called progressives) are showing a good |:it of political intel ligence in shaping the'r attitude to ward President Roosevelt’s plan for Federal court reorganization. They express opposition to it, but not with much bitterness. The fiercest denunciations of the presidential program have come from old-fashioned Democrats. G. O. P. strategists evidently fore saw that, if their partisanship burst into an immediate chorus of invective the popular verdict would be, “Oh, well, that’s to be expected; those folk are certain to fight whatever the pre sent White House incumbent pro poses, anyway.’’ However, it also was easy to prop hesy that plenty of Democrats would be horrified by such a suggestion. GOOD G. O. I*. STRATEGY It obviously was sound policy for the Republicans to let Democrats start the anti-administration uproar, and then say, “These Democrats are on the opposite side of the party fence from us, but this i 3 one of the times when we must agree with them.’’ To this “tick-tack" they have ad hered with surprising unaninpity. And if the Democrats (especially in the Senate) ' divide on anything ap proaching g 50-50 basis, the Repub licans small as their minority is, may very well be a' le to cost the deciding tote. It is excellent reasoning; the sur prising thing is that so many Repub licans are capable of reasoning rea sonably alike. But that is the advan tage of a minority. For self-preserva tion’s sake it must stick together. A huge majority thinks itself strong enough to afford to split, and over does it frequently. NOT SENSATIONAL The President’s xnessage was not Intrinsically so sensational; not nec essarily. Its sensationally was partly a mat ter of interpretation. If the country had been looking for it, it might have been considered com paratively mild. But it came like a bolt from a blue sky. No president in American past history ever so abruptly “cracked down." The questions arise: Had ‘F. D.’’ this scheme in mind during his last re-election campaign? If he had, and didn’t mention it, it was an omission which verges closely upon a policy of doxibtful faith. If not, what stirred him up so recently? It would seem that something suddenly muf.t have aroused him to a fit of temper. What was it? Well, the Federal Supreme Court has handed out some anti-administra tionlStc decisions which may have rankled—but they ante-dated the last campaign. Some newspapermen, described by their editors (perhaps unjustifiably) as "in close touch with the White House," have written magazine “stories” more recently, which con ceivably the President did not like— “stories,” which I have had occasion to refer to hitherto, by Dr. Stanley High, George Creel and Prof. Ray mond Moley. Stories by others, too, perhaps not so well known. These articles perhaps were ag gravating at the executive mansion. They have a cumulative effect. Accused of Kidnaping nMHR£: BpfliSt vixv^^^^xj -^ipipppi Wiljiam J. Anderson (above), radio dealer of Elizabeth City, N. C., has been placed under $2,000 bond pend ing trial on charges that he kidnap ed sMrs. Louise Cohoon, wife of his br<ither-in-law. Mrs. Cohoon, who brought the charges in Chapel Hill, testified Anderson held her captive in this automobile for three days and nights, insisting she get a divorce and ma|ry him. (Associted Press Photo). Wife Preservers Have you ever tried a combina tion of applesauce and cranber ries to serve with roast pork in deed of I lie psuftl a!.*:'!rr ;:iioe ° WWim I forgetSt! /jMLjI ff The rose leaves of December, the frosts of June shall fret; Ij| fefew A I II Tlx day that you remember, the day that Iforget—Smnbttme \SeS COPYRIGHT—RELEASED BY CENTRA IMPRESS ASSOCIATION READ THIS FIRST: In Hollywood following an ingenious maneuver on the part of his young wife. Janet. Joel Paynter, second-rate Broadway actor, begins work under a short term contract. Meanwhile Janet make a point of cultivating the right people, joins a tennis club and meets Vernon Chester, an important director. Chester asks her to play tennis and have lunch with him. Chester likes Janet apd learns inadvertently that she and Joel have been reading a best seller about to be screened by Chester. Chester selects Joel for an important character role in his new picture and Janet virtually dictates the terms of an attractive ,new contract and option. Joel makes screen history in “The Dance Was Long” and the Paynters find fame and fortune at their feet within eight months. Janet has every thing that money can buy yet happi ness eludes her because she finds she has nothing more to do. Janet longs for a baby but the studio says no . frowning on any domestic notes for Joel, npF the popular American lover. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: CHAPTER 19 MR. AND MRS. JOELi PAYN TER were free, white and over 21. For them also, supposedly, there was the right of the pursuit of life, love and happiness. . There was a big world about and t:;:: ’ t’.-.ctn. There were the means of seeing it. > They had no illnesses and no poverty. There was no one dependent upon them. They were under 30 and there were hundreds upon hundreds of young people the world over who envied them the star that favored them. Janet Paynter reflected bitterly upon these things. They were healthy and they had plenty of money. They had love, but since they were not free what did these things mean? They were only as free as Joel’s contract permitted them to be. It permitted them to buy anything they wanted. „ Witness the white house in the hills, the cars in the garage, the clothes in the scented closets. They were free to make friends and to be with them. Weren’t they at parties almost every night? And when they were at home, wasn’t their house filled with laughter and pleasure and friends who were only as free as they were? They could see the world—some day—when Joel had a vacation. And, in the meantime, they could have an occasional week-end and some day, when Joel could get away, they could fly east for an opening and they could have one week away from their golden bars. They could do exactly as they pleased. Except that they had to stay at a fashionable hotel and be “in” to reporters and pho tographers and if they had some thing to do between press parties and public openings, they were free to do it. They could make any ar rangements in the east they wished to with w the provision that they were to drop everything and fly back to California when the studio wired for them. But it was not these things that turned the sick disappointment in Janet’s breast to a fiercer emotion of fury. Mr. Wertiem, Joel’s producer, said they couldn’t have a baby be cause the studio was building Joel up t<s becoming America’s First Lover! That was the one and only time Three Spectators at the Dog Show These aristocrats of the canine world viewed the passing throng at the Westminster Kennel Club dog show m New York and apparently find as much amusement in looking at humans as humans find in looking $t them. Owned by Mrs. Victor Weil of New York, they are, from left to right, Puglistrian Pride, Fair CUV Duchess, and Fair City Victoria. Victoria, by the way, seems to be indulging her feminine curiosity ing by the way she holds her head. (Central Press) Here’s a Private Mint and a Phony Fortune V ®i '• , • r^tfftfTifilfrtn There is nearly fifty thousand dollars in handsome but worthless ten-dollar bills in this M di, o *»_ gether with a private mint was seized by Secret Service agents at Brooklyn N Y Thev vuspcctv for more then three m „„th,, .nd arrestedthem “to ttey™di S?/,^ (Central Press) HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1937 tnat Janet ever staged a scene and when it was over, and Joel patted her as though she were a child and he himself a rather helpless little boy, Janet forgave Joel for not seeing her point and locked away her forlorn hope. It was not because Joel wanted to be the lover type but because Joel wanted them to have a for tune laid away against the tomor rows, when the average short-lived career of a star was over, that she began to see his point. The studio owned him but it paid well for the privilege. Janet began to think of those to morrows and she lived by them. Some day they would be away from Hollywood. The picture of Joel was not quite clear then but there was another picture that had supplanted the one of the little white house. It was another kind of a house somewhere in the coun try. There would be children then. And there would be money in the bank to take care of Joel and her self when they were old. Money enough to take them around the world on the cruise they had talked about in the short week that had been the time of their strange courtship. They had talked of Istambul and Egypt, of Venice and the Rhine. The crowded streets of Shanghai and the wastes of the Sahara where the footprints of the camels left violet heart-shaped shadows on the sands. They had thrilled at the mention of temple bells and iron grille gates with the magic of the East ever an impene trable mystery back of them. Hand-in-hand they had walked on Fifth avenue during that week looking into the windows of the travel agencies or staring enrapt at the posters of the Cote d’Azure, at the incrediblfe blue of the Medi terranean. The pictures of the big ships had beckoned them and shy ly they had confessed their mutual longing to travel the enchanted waterways of the world. They hadn’t used the words “tomorrow” or “together” then because they hadn’t known that they would marry. And they had both be lieved there never would be a to morrow because the pot of gold was at the other end of a remote rainbow. Those were the days when Janet had had a dream of one day walk ing in the streets of Glasgow, the city that she knew by legend be fore she had ever left the little town of Chester. Those were the days when Joel had thought of a walking tour in New England be tween Broadway engagements as the mark of his ambitions. And then when they were first married and Janet was weighing the caloric value of a small steak against the pittance of her daily budget, she had satisfied her long ings with the magic of printed words. Reading through her long evenings, she traveled the ports of the world with Joel at her side and the promise of “some day” in her heart. But all that was yesterday and today, when the dream should have been nearer, it was a greater dis tance away than ever before. Today there were no magic words like Nippon and Fountafn bleu before them. Today it was San Bernardino and Palm Springs or Ensenada or Caliente. Or posr sibly New York. Even their world of conversation had narrower boundaries. And when Janet tried to talk to Joel as she had once, stirring him up with enthusiasm for the things they wanted to do, she had been met with a yawn or, “Did I tell you what Hickson tried to pull on me when we were taking a shot on the balcony?” So Janet had learned to put another dream aside with a reser vation that the time would come ip a future that was more secure and less enchanting. She had learned to listen with her mind if not with her heart. And always to give the right answer wisely and softly. There was another reason that tugged at her conscience and made the travel hope less concrete. They had plenty of money but they were not saving it. , Joel and Janet refused to live in credit though credit was offered them in astounding proportions.; Joel paid for the white house in, the hills. He paid for the town; car and later for the roadster he said was really a necessity since; he could not deprive Janet of the car when he had to go away on, location. Naturally, the roadster* was no kin to that first little car, of their earlier days. It was a long, sleek thing that cost $6,000.* Money had away of melting when there were high wages to pay for servants. Janet had a cook, an upstairs girl and a house-! boy. She ha<| two gardeners and a chauffeur. She had enormous bills for food and parties, for flowers and garages. Joel’s bills for his clothes—and there was constantly the need for more—were staggering. So were Janet’s. Joel insisted that she have the most expensive. Her lingerie was imported. Her stock-' ings cost $5 a pair and her gowns averaged S2OO for the simplest sports things. j There were very logical reasons’ why $3,000 a week melted. Janet tried and tried to find a way out, proposing that they savej money, invest it. But Joel always! said there would be more. Little did she know when she; persuaded Joel to buy out Lon’ Hutchin’s interest in a group the- 1 ater at Grannis, a small summer; colony town on Cape Cod, that shej made the one most important move; of her life. Or that the day was coming when it was to prove the key piece in the jig-saw puzzle of their lives and to make the pier ture solve itself forever. Lon Hutchin was going to ffiig land to act in a series of pictures and he offered the theater to Joel for $5,000. “Buy it, darling,” Janet had said. “Those little theaters in the east are getting to be very popular and you can always sell again if you want to. You’ll get a bigger kick out of making a few hundred a season than you do here ia a week.” So Joel bought the theater and ; forgot about it. Janet never did. (To Be Continued) £ DAY TMIIORGET /S~. I U'Jl ml r °se leaves of December, the frosts of June shall fret; j lIU Thedoy that you renienjber, the day that I forget—Swinburne | . CO |>yright—Released by central press association >A READ THIS FIRST: In Hollywood following an ingenious maneuver on the part .of his young wife, Janet, Joel Paynter, second-rate Broadway actor, makes screen history in the course of eight months. Fame and fortune are theirs following one outstanding picture in which Joel plays an important character part. He ob tained the role because Janet cultivated the right people and Vernon Chester, a leading director. Denied a baby be cause the studio-frowns on domestic notes in building up Joel as the popu lar American lover, Janet finds happi ness eluding her, despite everything money can buy, because she has nothing more to do. Janet discovers that $3,000 a week melts rapidly living as they now do. After buying a small group theater in Cape Cod as a lark, Joe) promptly forgets about it. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: CHAPTER 26 ONCE JOEL had written his check for Lon Hutchin’s theater ip Grannis, he forgot about it. It was no more than writing a check for the station wagon. Oh, yes, there was another car in the garage now because guests and servants had to be transported here and there. Janet didn’t protest at the ex penditure. She was learning, how ever, not to accept the fact that they “have to have this, dearest, because in the end it will save us money.” If Joel had forgotten it, Janet hadn’t. She played with the idea and learned as much as she could about it. She had so little else to do. Joel was working hard at being America’s First Lover. His box office returns were tremendous and the studio’s demands in response to the public’s demands to know more and more about him left lit tle time for his wife. A New York newspaper and 3,400 other daily newspapers all over the country were running his life story. Janet marveled at the items the writers dug up. She thought it was rather a strange way for a wife to learn about her husband. ! Joel had been the son of a river boat gambler and an aristocratic mother. At least that was what the newspapers said. They also said that he had a private tutor in the mansion that had been his childhood home. Another paper said that he was the son of a wealthy ranch owner and had run away from borne when he was a child because he wanted to be a portrait painter. Another paper flatly denied it, saying that he ha<| worked as a waiter in an effort to earn enough money to study medi ; cine. There were pictures of Joel at I every conceivable place. His diet | was a matter of public concern. Tlie cut of his lounging suits was copied by every movie-going youth in the country. Breathless school I girls began to look with disap proval at the neat, clicked hair of their boy friends. Joel Paynter’s hair was always softly tousled. Just look at the billboards. If you don’t see a picture of him there bigger than life, you’re sure to see it on at least two of the fan magazines on every newsstand. And if you'll open those magazines you’ll read the most intimate de tails about him. You’ll learn that he likes luxuries because he never has had them. Or, if you read an other, you’ll find that he prefers the simple life. | There will surely be an article telling you that, quite frankly, he says he enjoys the company of women—that they stimulate him. Well, we can’t help it if a rival fan magazine says that he prefers the company of men and that his favorite sport is skeet shooting in company of his cronies, Tony Menone, the famous comic, or Larry Kelton who plays detective roles. You will not find a single article that says that he prefers his wife to any other woman in the world or that he has an adorable habit of pretending that he is sitting in her lap when he has troubles. Ypu will find very little about Mrs. Paynter. The studio takes care of that Escape? Lynching lip: jf**#** <*• % : s>;:$ > ;: j ’« :•:' vj| Jf : :JPa? cS^SH Arrested on a charge of pntting poison in flour which resulted in the death of Mrs. Andrew Cox at her home near Lumberton, IST. C., Leroy McNeill (above), negro, was saved fropj d threatened lynching by his se cret removal to an unannounced jail. Anticipating trouble, Sheriff Mark Page of Robeson county spirited the prisoner away before an angry crowd gathered in Lumberton. “Don’t get in any mischief, dear.” little matter. But in spite of all the studio could do, Joel Paynter refused to go to an opening, to a party without Mrs. Paynter or to go with any other woman star. Mr. Paynter was adamant on that subject. Janet didn’t even know that. Janet knew that the romantic buildup of Joel was inevitable and inescapable. It was “box office” and had nothing personal or dan gerous in it. Let the school girls write their heart secrets to him. Let the shameless wives bear their passion for him on paper. Some of the letters came written illegibly on lined paper and some of them came on heavy white linen. The buildup had worked. Women were mad about Joel Paynter. He was a he-man with wistfulness, an un beatable combination. He made screen history. No matinee idol of another day had ever touched his heights. Janet took it with a grain of salt. She read the magazines and press scrapbooks that Joel tossed toward her. But she read them 9hly wfiep he was there. It sick ened her a little to read that her man belonged to the public. It wasn't really her man who did, it was a shadow man on a screen. Let the public have that man. Her man was still the same one who had always needed her. Needed her long before she came into his lonely life. It was funny when you think of it that a man who could bring the hearts of the world of women to his feet could need plain, little Janet. But Janet wasn’t the plain lit tle girl she thought herself. She didn't have glamor, even after she had bought the expensive clothes and become a regular client of the most famed beautician in Holly wood. All that these things did for her was to bring out the small proportioned perfection of her fig ure and to groom her beautifully. Janet developed a beauty within herself. It began with what was in her heart. It softened her ma turing in her late twenties. It gave her a repose that shone In her eyes. Her humor and under standing gave a sweetness to her generous mouth. Because her role Was a secondary one, she had learned quiet and poise. Combined, these dualities 1 took her far from Rescued in Coal Cave-In ||M w|B 'y' ■ .•.•!-.'’-i***:;:':-. tlenry Harris, of Cambridge, Mass., was buried under twenty sons of coal for more than an hour while police add firemen dug feverishly t 0 tree mm. \ priest stood by to administer the last rites, but when he w&a pu led from the coal he was found to be uninjured, Here bis rescueraj alter digging frantically, haul &8$ ffpp th*-(p#va-i». the position and classification of a plain girl. It was indicative of everything about Janet Paynter that she would have believed none of these things had you told her about them. There is a repose in women that comes, not only from security, but from trust and faith. Janet had both faith and trust in Joel. Adulation could not change him or his love for her. Success could not turn his head or affect his feeling for her. She recognized the ever-present possibility in every marriage that Joel could tire of her and for that reason she bent her efforts to be necessary to him. But for no other reason. And so, when Joel proposed that she go east without him that sum mer, she was glad to go. She thought the vacation would be good for both of them. She would have preferred that Joel could go with her but he was working on one picture immediate ly he finished his last one and he had little time. She protested faintly when he pointed out that she had been long away and Martha Colby had writ ten that she longed to see Janet. He also pointed out that Janet and Martha could take a trip up to th* Cape and look over the little the ater at Grannis. The little theater had been a great joke. The manager had written glowingly of the season. The first week the net proceeds had exceeded $165! That day Joel had paid S2OO for a tweed suit He thought it was very funny. “It might be a very good idea for me to see our property,” Janet responded and sent a wire to Mar tha to meet her train in New York and be prepared to go on to Cape Cod immediately. When she packed, she was torn between anticipation such as she had not rerfiembered, and regret at leaving Joel. “Don’t get into any mischief, dear,” she begged and couldn’t sea him for the blur in front of her eyes when the train pulled out. “Just remember you’re my best girl and I’ll count the days until you’re back,” Joel called after her. Janet knew that but, before her train was half way across the country, the newspapers had a dif ferent story. (To Be Continued)
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