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PAGE TWO StaftdtnAs CITY SOFTBALL LEAGUE Club W. L. Pet. Bankers 6 1 - 33 7 Lions 6 1 .857 Gro-Swift 5 3 .625 Rose 4 3 ' s7^ Kiwanis 3 3 -500 Underwrtiers 1 6 .143 Wall Street 1 6 .143 TIEDMONT LEAGUE Club W. L. Pet. Norfolk 21 13 .618 Asheville 23 16 .590 Charlotte 20 15 .571 Rocky Mount 19 16 .543 Portsmouth 16 20 .444 Richmond 16 21 .432 Durham 15 21 .417 Winston-Salem 14 22 .389 AMERICAN LEAGUE Club W. L. Pet Cleveland 24 12 .667 New York 20 14 .588 Washington 22 18 .550 Boston 19 77 >528 Detroit ... v 18 18 .500 Philadelphia 14 20 .412 Chicago 12 18 .400 St. Louis 11 23 .324 NATIONAL LEAGUE Club W. L. Pet, New York 25 11 .694 Chicago 24 15 .615 Boston 18 14 .563 Cincinnati 19 18 .513 Pittsburgh 17 18 .486 St Louis 14 20 .412 Brooklyn 14 25 .359 Philadelphia 11 21 .344 Todayj/Gftmesl CITY SOFTBALL LEAGUE Bankers vs Rose. Gro-Swifts vs Underwriters. PIEDMONT LEAGUE Charlotte at Winston-Salem. Asheville at Rocky Mount. Durham at Richmond. Portsmouth at Norfolk. AMERICAN LEAGUE Cleveland at Philadelphia. Chicago at Washington. St. Louis at Boston. Detroit at New York. NATIONAL LEAGUE Brooklyn at Cincinnati. Philadelphia at St. Louis. New York at Pittsburgh. Boston at Chicago. CITY SOFTBALL LEAGUE Rose 15; Under-writers 1. PIEDMONT LEAGUE 'Durham 4; Richmond 13. Rocky Mount 7-4; Asheville 6-5. Norfolk 4; Portsmouth 3. Charlotte 13-6; Winston 7-7. AMERICAN LEAGUE New York 12; Boston 5. Only games played. NATIONAL LEAGUE No games scheduled. ROSE WINS OVER UNDERWRETIRS, 15-1 The Rose 5 and 10 softball team staged a track meet against the Un derwriters yesterday afternoon, win ning 15 to 1 as Ralph Finch and Ste wart Finch combined to limit the los ers to about three safe hits. The losers only tally came on an error. Rose was slated to meet the league leading Bankers today in a contest postponed from Tuesday, and the Gro- Swifts were to meet the Underwrit ers. The Rose battery was made up of Ralph and Stewart Finch pitching, with Stewart Finch alternating tween catching and pitching, and Hamm did part of the receiving. J. C, Gill and Pully Rideout worked for the losers. -- i • LUCKY GIRLS ARE SOFTBALL WINNERS A fast softball contest was run off in the Community House park, South Henderson, yesterday afternoon,, the South Henderson Lucky Strike girls winning over the Blue Birds, 14-9. Miss Grissom pitched the game, fanning three in one inning for the high spot of her performance. Fancy fielding was turned in by Miss “Lefty” Daniels for the winners Miss Davis pitched for the losers, and Miss Vernon, who gave way to Mis Harris in the third inning, did the catching. Thi3 girls are scheduled to meet North Henderson girls sometime tin the near future. The public is cordially invited to turn out. to witness the contests. There is no admission charge. lowa Fight For Senate White Hot i (Continued from Page One.) family served to heighten the final week’s primary battle in which Wear in and three others ar»a opposing Sen atoV G. M. Gillette’s bid for renomi nation. The race has attracted na tional attention because of Hopkins’ Statement and subsequent repercus sion from Senator Wheeler, Democrat, Montana, and others on the Senate floor. Governor Krashel is regarded as a Gillette supporter. “Your public announcement has served to bring out in the open sup porters of other candidates who were heretofore masquerading under the cloa kof neutrality,” Wegman’s state ment to Hopkins said. "The authority with which one speaks for the Demo cratic voters of lowa should be, and probably is, based on the majority vote the speaker has enjoyed.” I S I RELEASED BY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION ! g // g jjl, | READ THIS FIRST: ■ Entranced by the southwest country, and in love with a footloose Texan, SEllen Dale, Hollywood screen star, has ijust decided to purchase an Arizona | ranch and forsake her film career. !A few days at the ranch of the wealthy ; Mexican Montoya family, which ex tended its nospitality to Ellen and Bill after a lucky parachute jump from Baron's plane* during a storm, had given both the young actress and the Texan a new viewpoint on life. At Nogales, where Bill had driven Ellen to return to Hollywood, she makes her new decision and asks him to manage the ranch she plans to buy. He accepts but is hesitant to speak of his love for hei because of his position and her wealth. They find the type of ranch they desire in the vast Durango prop erty, 6,000 neglected acres in a beau tiful Arizona setting. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: CHAPTER 20 BILL BARON and Ellen had left Nogales soon after breakfast, and had enjoyed riding and walk ing about the Durango property for several hours. They were rid ing back toward town, peace in their hearts, when Ellen thought to glance at her wrist watch. “Bill, it’s two o’clock,” she ex claimed. “Hunh! That explains it, then!” “Explains what?” “My suffering. \ was In misery and didn’t realize why. You don’t he.” ~ :i t~ 2 nve u sandwich in your reticule, do you, ma’am?” “No,” she laughed gaily, “but I’d better get one inside of me pretty soon, or I’ll be poor com pany. Do you see a restaurant?” The last was asked in jest. For they could see nothing at the mo ment but rocks and soil and moun tains, and occasional stray steers that looked curiously at the auto mobile. , “We’ll have to take a subway,” Bill replied, very seriously, i She laughed again, happily. ! “Don’t you ever get homesick for New York, Ellen? No town like it.” I “That’s true. But I don’t miss it I didn’t have very much there, Bill. I clerked in a store, and had some friends. But I never found —” ; She wanted to say “love”, but she just stopped. “I know,” he said, understand- . ingly. “Some people can get lost out here in these wild hills. Others can be lost in New York. I mean, ; lost inside, or—all mixed up and unhappy. You know.” “I know, Bill. I do!” Down the road a mile they curved over a hill and came onto ; an adobe cottage, occupied evi- , dently by a Mexican family. Bill , pulled to a stop in front of it A Mexican woman looked out. “Buenos dias,” Bill greeted, t “How do you do?” she replied, smiling. < “Um, poor guess. Well, anyway , we wondered if we could get a bite ] to eat, senora, regardless of the 1 language used.” “It iss late, senor. But I have some the left-over. Come in?” Ellen was a trifle diffident about it. This place was no case, no roadside inn, bore no signs of any kind. Rather it was a dwelling. , Ellen thought they might be tak ing liberties. “Maybe I ought to say,” Bill read her thoughts, “that it’s all right to do this. It is an unwrit- ; ten law of hospitality out here, to ' feed the hungry traveler night or day.” j The front room was that of a poor family, utilized for sleeping and dining alike, they could tell. ' The furnishings were scanty. But all of it was clean. Four small children had edged into the room to stare at the visitors, but the mother came soon and shooed them outside. Presently the ’ lady came from her kitchen with a white cloth. She spread it on an unpainted wooden table. ; “What lovely linen!” Ellen ex claimed, and meant it. The hostess smiled in pride. “I make him,” she explained. "You —made it yourself? It’s beautiful!” * "Iss drawn work. Mexican drawn work. My mother show me when I wass girl in Mexico.” It was an incongruous touch, a piece cl genuine artistry in an otherwi .j poverty-ridden j home. Bill said nothing, but he watched the two women and listened to their talk with keen interest. Soon the Mexican woman SET ATHLETIC RECORD AT DUKE gj k > j9999wlPw9H^ Sikh ' : ®/m3 | §H| These boys put a new record for achievement into Duke university’s athletic records when they brought the institution its fourth straight Southern conference golf championship. No other Duke outfit has ever reigned su preme for such a length of time and, as far as is known, it is also a Southern conference record. The Blue Devils started ruling the conference golf roost in 1935. In the above picture, left to right: Howard Mason, Los Angeles, Cal., student manager; John Cree, Sunbury, Pa.; Henry Wilson, Charlotte; Guy Berner, Buffalo, N. Y.; Robert Zipse, Kew Gardens, N. Y.; Stewart Alexander, Durham; Gar Miller, Coral Gables, Fla.; Bill Deupree, Fort Mitchell Ky., and Tom Perry, Tampa, Fla, HENDERSON. (N. C.) C.) DAILY DISPATCH WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1, 1938 • M - “I think you are wonderful,” she said. brought in two bowls and set them down, with spoons. , "Iss beans,” she stated, simply. Ellen smiled warmly, but hesi tated. Bill, on the other hand, immediately picked up his spoon and began to use it. The beans were huge dark things in a soupy liquid, heavily peppered. There were flecks of meat, abundant grease. The odor was tempting. Bill went on eating, his eyes turned away to conceal the twinkle he knew to be in them. Hesitant ly Ellen Dale, the internationally known movie star, took her cue. Conversation was missing for the next 10 minutes, but when Bill had cleaned his bowl he sat back expansively and said, "Gracias, senora, muchas gracias!” “You are welcome,” the lady said, kindly. Ellen’s bowl soon was empty too, surprisingly, even to her. There had been no bread. No crackers. No drinks. Nothing but an exquisite hand-made linen tablecloth and bowls of plebeian Mexican beans. “If you will pardon us, senora, we are in something of a hurry and must be going,” Bill began. “May the saints bless you for your kindness to us this day.” He had arisen, and he bowed to his hostess now. Ellen was fumbling tentatively at her purse. Bill quickly caught the motion and—hiding it with his body—placed his hand re strainingly over hers. Then he led her outside. The children were there again, somewhat dirty but not unattrac tive. One of them held a tiny doll of woven straw, evidently made by the mother or maybe the father of this family. “Ho, muchachita!” Bill spoke to the little girl. “Let me see your dolly, eh?” She held it out to him. He pre tended to give it minute inspec tion, talking, smiling. The ' chil dren all were charmed. Ellen looked on. “I need a doll, just like this,” Bill announced seriously. “I will pay for‘this one, muchacha mia. All right?” He held out a silver dollar, and the deal was consummated at once. He bowed then again to their hostess and took Ellen away. When they had driven a mile or two, without a word between them, Ellen came out of her think ing. “It was all the food they had, Bill. Wasn’t it? Beans, I mean?” "Right.” “It’s not far back to Nogales. Fifteen minutes or so.” "Yep.” "You wanted to show me some thing.” “I was hungry,” Bill insisted. “You know a great many things, Bill Baron. I think you are won derful.” He looked at her then. He could tell that she was not joking. And that she was not flirting either. “Thanks, it’s nothing. You can always get food like that out here. Maybe not appetizers and entrees and delicatessen a la mode, but— food. Cooking sterilizes beans, Ellen.” She didn’t say anything. They rode on back into town and he dropped her at the hotel. He would be busy with business details, he said, for the afternoon. She admitted the walking and riding had fatigued her a bit; she would rest. The car Bill drove was rented. When he paid the bill, it amounted to more than S2O. "No percentage in. that,” he growled to himself, and walked around the block to an automobile dealer. An unctuous 1 salesman greeted him. , “Did you wish to look at a car?” “No. I want that sedan,” Bill pointed. “Service it, insure it, put on best tires, put an emergency grub box in the trunk with canned grub and water, deliver it tomor row to the hotel.” The salesman was jittery. Sales hadn’t been any too good lately. He was yessing all over the place. “And say—” Bill suddenly jabbed, “glue or bolt a piece of raw cowhide, hair out, to each front door. Brand the hide DD. That’s for the Dale-Durango ranch.” “Yes, sir,” the salesman nodded. “But—l never heard of the Dale- Durango!” "You will.” Bill walked out. He had to con tact a lawyer. He wanted to dicker with an architect. He had a lot to do and it kept him busy until after 6 p. m., when he dis covered the hunger urge again had gripped him. He thought of Ellen then, fondly. He’d give her an American dinner tonight. Swell girl. If he had enough money, , he’d —oh well. He called her on the telephone, feeling a trifle smug and satisfied. “Oh, but Bill, I’m so sorry,” she apologized, when he had men tioned dinner. “But I have a din ner date now. It’s almost seven o’clock, and—Felix Montoya was here waiting to see me.” (To Bo Continued) MUTES CLAMOR Rocky IMount Municipal Charges No Less Than . Major Power Firms Dally Dispatch Tlurrju*. In the Sir Walter Hotel. Raleigh, June 1. —When his atten tion was called to a statement by I 11 Jitli \ i RELEASED BY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION : g / g V^rl READ THIS FIRST: Entranced by the southwest country, and in love with a footloose Texan, Ellen Dale, Hollywood screen star, has just decided to purchase an Arizona ranch and forsake her film career. A few days at the ranch of the wealthy Mexican Montoya family, which ex tended its hospitality to Ellen and Bill after a lucky parachute jump from Baron’s plane - during a storm, had given both the young actress and the Texan a new viewpoint on life. At Nogales, where Bill had driven Ellen to return to Hollywood, she makes her new decision and asks him to manage the ranch she plans to buy. He accepts but is hesitant to speak of his love for her because of his position and her wealth. They find the type of ranch they desire in the vast Durango prop erty, 6,000 neglected acres in a beau tiful Arizona setting. Back in Nogales to buy the Durango ranch, Bill is dis appointed when Ellen tells him she is dining with Felix Montoya, son of their recent host. i NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: CHAPTER 21 i BILL HUNG up his telephone with mixed feelings of disappoint ment and anger. It simply hadn’t occurred to him that Ellen might not be available as a dinner companion. All morn ing he had been with her, out on the Durango ranch acres. They had ridden back after noon, had stopped for a delightful little ad venture at lunch in a Mexican home. They had talked and planned and been as intimate al most as brother and sister. He just had unconsciously taken it for granted that she would be his din ner date. * The first inflexible rule of love, though—applicable both before and after marriage—is never to take anything for granted. Bill Baron was smart enough to know that, normally. But a man’s mind is never quite normal when his heart is involved. I "That chili!” he growled, think ing of Felix. ; He went on to his own room, which was on the opposite wing of the patio from Ellen’s, and be gan somewhat sulkily to shave and bathe and dress for dinner alone. He had been in the mood for a real meal, in a nice place, and by glory he’d have it if he had to eat with nobody. Lunch hadn’t been much, and he was hungry. He softened some as he dressed, however. After all, Ellen had done nothing unkind to him. Another man had simply come to see her, had asked to take her to dinner, and she had accepted. Bill him self hadn’t, as Ellen tactfully re minded in their phone conversa tion, mentioned taking her out un til 7 p. m. That is rather late. "Venison in the dining room to night, Senor Baron,” a hotel maid told him when he came down the arched promenade. “Fresh from the Mexican hills today.” "Thanks, but I have to dine out,” he told her. It had occurred to him that he’d better leave the hotel for dinner, lest he encounter Ellen and Felix there and cause Ellen some em barrassment. Best thing, when a rival has your girl, is to keep out of sight. After all Bill owned Ellen that consideration. He did not forget that she was his em ployer, too. He decided to dine at El Teco lote—The Owl. It was a gay place on the Amer ican side of the border, small but ; : ! ROBERTS WINS BIG AUTO RACE y - j* 1 i I A ,: y y* iF™ ' # •■" ■:. - f • T 5 ' Jixty * ' ■' y .. _ ■ v . %-4 h , :%%y n Ife #l-Af :: " ' T >: + '^% ifiMirß- - *«**!&:% -.{■.- - - f- . •<••• -,s < r :v :• i ...Sk V•• •• v ' ' -Hite I '-•• &*£# .„,, r ~, . ' v||llp|k W v A t ■•>■■> t A -y- t --vv.-^-v—y>-M>ni 1,, „,, ,„^ ttl - . . ' < -C.aA'W ' ~ s «&%'•’ *^, o *■ •. ..-.fwitviv. ■■ 'id f ’^*»** Floyd Roberts, of Van Nuys, Cal., is shown getting the checkered flag- as he wins the twenty sixth annual automobile 500-mile speedway classic at TndinnonnUcs t a , T • i n av Wil bur Bhaw of Indianapolis was second(£2?Mi?L ",nff 01 * 8 ’ * nd *» on Mem ? nal ed the remarkable average of 117,200 miles ner hour h™ , I ? etr ° lt was third. Roberts esta *■ miles ah hour. - i W mUes per hour > breaking last year’s record by almost loui Paul D. Grady that Rocky Mount’s electric power rates are “honest” rates in all respects, while rates of private utilities are based on watered stocks and overly high apprisals, Utility Commissioner Winborne call ed attention to the schedules of rates on file with the commission. I twas noted that 50 kilowatt-hours can be purchased for the following sums in the following cities: Rocky Mount (municipal) $2.50; Raleigh (Ca. L. and P.) $2.50; Charlotte (Duke $2.40; Durham (Dur. Pub. Serv.) $2.71; Greensboro (Duke) $2.40; Asheville (Ca. L. and F.) $2.50; Wilmington (Tide Water) $3.25; Winston-Salem (Duke) $2.40; and Goldsboro (Ca. 1.. and P.) $2.50. select as to clientele ana rood. It had a floor show, a center area for dancing, a very good orchestra, a reputation for decency. It was already past eight o’clock when he came in, and he was hun gry as a bear. The room ap peared full. “There is a single seat, senor, there by the palm fountain,” the head waiter informed him, point ing. Artificial palm trees stood in a tiny desert oasis created there, opposite the orchestra. The seat was right at the dance floor, but Bill didn’t care. He took it. Men and women alike turned to look at William Baron as he strode across. This handsome Texan was a striking figure, made more so to night by his slightly aloof air which was bred in part by his com bined hunger and moodiness. He didn’t glan. a at his admirers; he just sat down opposite a stranger at a tiny table and urged the waiter to hurry the main dinner along. The music broke into the chat ter and laughing then. Couples edged onto the floor, and one pair went into a faster bit of gliding and whirling. A pretty Latin girl stepped out and sang a chorus of the song, so sweetly that she com manded applause for two encores. Bill watched her disinterestedly. When his food came, he pitched in for full enjoyment of it. Some tables had been reserved, and the parties were arriving. He gave them no notice. He couldn’t see all of the room because of the palms. The stranger opposite him finished eatijig and left presently. The waiter reappeared, solicitous. “If the senor would like a lady companion for the evening,” he be gan, “the management—” “No,” Bill interrupted. The waiter bowed away. The food lived up to promise. Its warming, satisfying influence crept over Bill, and his mood gradually changed. He began thinking of the gaiety around him. Girls were laughing, men were showing off. The drinking so far appeared to be orderly. It was a nice place, Hie OwL Bill thought some of plans for buying the Durango rancho, and of the archi tect he had tentatively hired, but his attention kept coming back to the gay scene in the dining room. The orchestra appeared to have gained enthusiasm. The night was on. Presently a musical overture heralded a floor show number, and Bill, who had finished eating and was thinking to go, decided to re main for one act at least. He felt pretty fine, his good humor re turning. They didn’t need his table; he’d wait. The act started when the or chestra leader abruptly halted his music for an instant to shout one word; “LOLITA!” He pronounced it beautifully— Lo-LEE-tah—giving it just the proper liquid flow as only a Latin can. At once the music was a muted, melodious, Mexican dance rhythm —a haunting, seductive thing. Speech and laughter ceased; diners sat up in their chairs expectantly. He pointed out that Roekvvl “honest” rates are exactly ' v Unt ’s in every bracket as those of u olina Light and Power ~n , '^C ar W’> somewhat higner Ihl ~ 0r : ’0 Duke. Only in Durham -mi of ton do the citir-uic. pay'hi.ri minß than the Mount. n 110f ‘ky 3;ecords at toe Utilitv . also show that Rocky Mom lt get its present rates until after n 1 Carolina Light and Power had i " e ... its charges a point wCT" • T ere below tho.-r of tv.,, . / riont of the Mini, EJgecont ™Uv 1 “ Art anti beauty are "lienee, •.lie .iuman spirit. s Then all at once the dance floor was glorified by a vision in crim son. Lolita could have been 17 or 18 Or 16. She had something of Lupe Velez in her eyes; but not the sophistication. She had black hair. She wore no jewelry, needed none. Her !me arms were orna mental enough, her lips and eyes and cheeks themselves were jewels And the velvet thing she wore seemed blessed with an iridescence —or was it the flow of beauty and motion Lolita put into it, Bill won dered ? . Repeated applause spattered the act, in sheer admiration of the girl s appearance, and instantly the room was quiet again save for the music. Her act was long, but she danced so superlatively well that nobody cared. She was quite serious about it; main±ai n i n „ 2n expression in keeping with - her classic motion, almost an aloof, unseeing expression as of deep ecstasy. The thunder of applause of course brought her back, and with the encore her manner changed The orchestra stepped up to a saucier cadence, and lovely Lolita became a temptress and a flirt. She put in several eccentric, comic little steps, still delightful; then she began circling the floor in her own solo interpretation of a Mex ican tango. She winked at a man or two, and tickled a fat customer under the chin. Bill laughed with the rest. Then all at once Lolita was at Bill’s table. The music stopped dramatically, the orches tra leader’s baton still poised. “You dance wiz me, eh senor?" Lolita asked him. Bill stared incredulous, but pleased. “Go on! Go on! You’re getting a break, pal!” The crowd was shouting at Bill, razzing him as he hesitated. “The lady won’t bite! Go on! What do you want in life, anyway!” Bill Baron was a good fellow, in more ways than one. Women ad mired him and men liked him, which combination is somewhat rare in this jealous world. More over, he had been fed and rested into a happier mood by now, and be retained much of youth anyway. All at once he was up and dancing away with Lolita. The applcuse and laughter roared. He did very well at it, too. He could dance smoothly. The tango was not beyond him, and Lolita molded herself to his slightest mo tion. She clung quite close, a happy, beautiful thing, smiling into his eyes. -They were whirling rather fast, over near the orchestra, when Bill caught, all at once, the strained look on Ellen Dale’s face. Ellen sat with Felix, who was beaming. Bill halted the dance, the floor show. He was staring. “H-hello,” he stammered. It was awfully lame. Knowing it, he blushed, feeling the heat creep up on him, and blushing the more therefor. He was badly confused, but as Lolita gently urged him he went on dancing quickly. There wasn’t anything else he could do. (To Be Continued)
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