PAGE TWO County Chamions-Undefeated By High School Here are the members of Henderson high school girls basketball squad, county champions and undefeated by a high school team during the past season. Reading from left to right: first row, Frances Petty, forward; Mary Florence Houghtaling, forward; Carolyn Duke, Captain and guard; Mary Gene Falkner, forward; and Mildred Harris, guard. Second row, Rosa Lee Stokes, guard; Fannie Cooper, forward; Marie Mooi'e, guard; Helen Mustian, forward: Charlotte Knight, guard; Mary Windley, guard. Back row: Coach Bob Harrison, Mar jorie R&ynor, guard; Hazel Finch, forward; Alice Jackson, forward; Martha Lowry, forward; and Jane Thomp son, manager. MARYLAND, TIGERS Clemson Eliminates David son and Maryland Ousts State in Semi-Finals Clemson College and the Univer- , sity of Maryland will meet in the Southern Conference tournament fi nals tonight at 0 o'clock in Raleigh’s; Memorial Auditorium for the confer ence championship. | Clemson has battled its way thro ugh to the finals, eliminating Car olina in the first round, dropping Wake Forest Thursday night, then came through with a 49 to 33 victory over Davidson last night in the semi finals. Maryland routed State College in , the semi-finals 53 to 29 Maryland topped Rich) i Thurs-j day night in lirst round .ay 47 to 1 32, and then took State. The Old Liners hold a .-■light edge over Clcm spn in pre-tourney dope, arid the! finals should be well worth watch ing. THESE STARS PLAYING BIG ROLES IN TOURNAMENT I Those basketball gladiators pictured here, members ot Southern conference teams, figured' in the confer ■pence’s 18th annual tournament ending tonight at Ralcj >h N U fidie.. Sportsmen Dislike Idea Os Diversion In the Sir Walter Hotel. Daily Dispateli Bureau, BY LYNN NISET Raleigh. March 4.—The group so strongly opposed to diversion of high way funds hasn’t been heard from much the past few days, although they privately declare that they aren't through fighting. There are other kinds of diversion and several bills have been introduced this week to counteract diversion tendencies. Representatives Morse of Pasquo j tank and Davis of Dare offered a bill I which would require the Depart j mof Conservation and Develop ' ment to keep funds received from ! the sale of hunting licenses separate : from other moneys of the depart ment. Not more than ten per cent of ' these receipts might be u c ed for fire control, the rest to be bisect purely in ! 1 propagating and conserving game in ! the State. Earlier in the year a large dele- ! HENDERSON, (N. C.)_DAILY DISPATCH SATURDAY, MARCH 4, 1939 Igation of Warren county folks came to Raleigh to protest against the fact that their county paid over $2,000 in hunting and fishing licenses, and got back less than half that in any kind of service. Representative Horton of Martin sent up a bill permitting the taxing authorities of his county and the several towns in it to exempt from taxes foxhounds which are hunted in packs of eight or more. This bill applies only to Martin and does not affect state revenue. It is of state wide interest only because It indi cates an increased interest in the sport of foxhunting, just as the other bills mentioned indicate greater in terest in game and hunting of all kinds. The Morse bill is of more general interest, touching upon a tender spot in several departments, that being the practice of collecting license fees for specific activities with implied ear-marking for specific use, and then losing track of the receipts in the general departmental funds. The biii has been reported favorably and action on it is expected Monday night. Being a nudist increases one’s standing with bank credit depart ments, nudist tells Ohio legislature. Bui not with department store man agers. MARS HILL LIONS END EXCELLENT CAMPAIGN jslWßsMfigp; jafliir Hi Hlilili? d BH$ WBsSk B: Sf **ls * li£gSßi£&? Lions who have just completed a fine basketball season. Front row, left to right: Clyde Peck, James White, C. G. Ray. Back row, left to right: Earl Leatherwood, Ruffin Hood, Roy Heading, Neil Whitaker, Curley Charles, Addison Hubbard. Bill Would Tighten Food, Drug Statute Daily Dispateli Bureau, In the Sir Walter Hotel. By LYNN NISBET Raleigh, March 4.—When the op ponents of the bill requiring head ache powders to be marked poison appeared before the committee some days ago, they asked that the State keep its drug laws in conformity with Federal statutes. Senator Dr. Long has taken them at their word and has put into the Senate law mill a measure rewriting the entii'e State pure food, drugs and cosmetic acts and bringing them into harmony with the latest federal legislation on the subject. In some respects Dr. Long’s bill goes a little further than federal law but for the most part he strings along with Washington as to require ments for marking upon bottles and packages in understandable language a statement of the contents and ef fects of the package, as leading ad vertising, and fixing penalties for violation of any provisions. The main responsibility for en forcement of the new law is placed upon the commissioner and board of agriculture, but provision is made for co-operation of the boards of health and pharmacy in conducting inves tigations and in fixing standai'ds of purity and quality. The Long bill goes much further than any previous state law has gone in regulating cosmetics. The state has for years had pure food and drug acts, and the department of agricul ture through its division of chemis try has been charged with enforce ment of these laws. Enforcement ma chinery is strengthened by imposing obligation upon solicitoi’s of county courts and superior courts to bring indictments upon report by the com missioner of agriculture that the law was being violated. Inspectors of the enforcement agency are given permission to enter the premises of dealers or manufac turers and take samples of any food or drug or cosmetic articles, by pay ing the established price therefor. The bill however does not get into the price fixing field and does not’ change existing requirments for the operation of food or drug stores, practicing medicine, etc. If enacted it would become effec tive immediately with respect to ad ministration and regulations. The ef fective date for foods would be June 25, 1939, and for drugs and cosmetics January 1, 1940. This, according to Dr. Long, gives ample notice to all dealers and vendors so that they need suffer no unusual loss or embarrass ment. . Some provisions of the act would tend to curb radio and newspaper advertising of products claimed to be “cure-alls” and would possibly put some advertisers off the air and off the printed page. Dr. Long confesses that he isn’t quite sure just how far reaching some of the provisions may be ,but he is definitely sure that the State ! Medical Society, the Pharmaceutical association and the department of health will support the general pur pose of the measure. Introduction of this bill revived talk of the need for a state bureau of standards which would consolidate work of the weights and measures division, gasoline testing, fertilizer, feed, food and drug analysis, etc., un der one head. It is not expected that any attempt will be made to set up such a department this year, but a number of state leaders are interest ed in it. For the immediate purposes of the proposed new drug act, the facilities of the chemical division of the department of agriculture are believed to be reasonably adequate. The Leaning Tower of Pisa ought to be the most popular building in Italy. It’s the only one giving the Fascist salute. Perhaps the reason the girls go for these “pancake” hats is that they think the lids make them look good enough to eat. New Bill Demands Damage Payments, As Was F orecast Daily Dispatch Bureau, In the Sir Walter Hotel. Raleigh, March 4.—When the House was about to vote on a bill by Representative Claude Abernathy, [Convicts. daughter ® WRITTEN FOR AND RELEASED BY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATE RUTH RAY KANE READ THIS FIRST: Summoned to the state penitentiary where her father lies near death, Lona Ackerman is dismayed when he fails to recognize her. He is serving a life sen tence for a murder which occurred when he sought to avenge his daugh ter’s honor. Finding a friend in Jim Claridge, Lona had just begun to take a new interest in life when the prison warden telegraphed her of her father’s illness. 'in the world, she had spent months, finding jobs, then losing them when it became known she was a convict’s daughter. Finally Jim had found her a new position, saw more and more of her, until they fell in love. The prison warden takes Lona to his home. As they enter, two convicts con front them with guns. Once in the war den’s car, the convicts slug the warden and dump him out, then attempt a mad get-away with Lona in the front seat. Eventually she pretends to faint, then lurches for the steering wheel. Then they crash. Only slightly injured, Lona recovers in the prison hospital and finds her father has died. When she takes her father’s body to their old home for burial, she finds herself the object of all eyes, due to the wide publicity that followed the attempted prison break. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER SEVENTEEN LONA INSISTED upon leaving Bridgewater immediately after her father’s funeral. Despite the kindly efforts of the old minister and his wife to persuade. >her to remain with them for a rest, she felt she could no longer stand the place, with its familiar scenes and its memories. After that last pitiful visit to the churchyard it was haunted; she felt that she had done with it forever. She wanted to see the place again. It was as if she had written finis to a chapter of her life, a dark, fateful chapter, with which she was glad to be done. It was with that feeling of final ity uppermost in her mind that she listlessly made the train ride up to the city the morning after they had laid her father to rest. She was surprised to realize that, on the whole, she felt relieved. The thought of her father sleeping back there in the churchyard beside the mother she could scarcely remem ber was much less terrible, now that the shock was over, than the thought of him shut away, living, in that gray stone horror of a prison. At least he wasn’t suffering, eat ing his heart out for her. She could feel easy about him now. She could plan for the future with a free mind. The worst had happened and it was over. She began to be anx ious to get back to work, and to Jim. , She half expected to find Jim waiting for her in the station where she had parted from him—was it less than a week ago? An absurd little wave of disappointment took hold of her as she scanned the milling, big-city throng, in vain, for his familiar face. Then she smiled wanely at her own childishness. Os course he couldn’t possibly be here. She hadn’t notified him she was coming back so soon. Besides, it was noon, and he would be at work. After the smug quietness of small-town Bridgewater, filled for all its peaceful surface with de vouring eyes that had followed her every move as if she were some rare sort of animal on display, the impersonal bustle of the city streets was a welcome relief. The . feeling of strain that had ridden her every minute since she had left Jim on this very platform lifted for the first time as she hailed a taxi and, giving her boarding house ad- ■ of Nash, Wayne’s Frank Taylor pre dicted it would establish a danger ous precedent when the Assembly undertook to pay damages arising out of torts allegedly committed by State agents. The Abernathy bill paid for pro perty and other damages resulting from a collision in which a school bus was involved. Mr. Taylor sug gested either a court of claims for the state where such claims dress, settled into it gratefully. The driver took her orders with out a second glance her way, and she could have hugged him in re lief. After a week of reporters pop ping up at every corner, cameras flashing unexpectedly, and fingers pointing, it was good to be home. Home, where she could forget. ... She’d take her luggage to her room, she decided, as she paid the driver before her boarding house , door. After she had freshened up a hit, she’d leave a call for Jim at Mrs. Peterman’s, and then go to the office and report for work. A sudden shyness overtook her again, however, as she lugged her bag through the hall door and found her landlady’s scrawny fig ure standing beside the stairs, fac ing her, an outraged look on her peevishly lined face, her lips tight. “So you’re back!” the landlady said, before Lona could bring out even a hesitant greeting. “It’s a wonder you’ve the nerve to show up here at all.” For a moment Lona stared at her. “Why, what do you mean?” she brought out. “This is a decent boarding house. That’s what I mean.” The woman’s eyes flashed, and her lips curled. “I’m an honest woman trying to make an honest living, and I don’t harbor no notorious characters.” “Notorious characters! You don’t mean—surely you can’t mean—” “Look at them newspapers!” The stricken look in the girl’s eyes brought the woman’s voice up de fensively. Flouncing to the table where she kept the house supply of news papers, she picked up a morning edition angrily. It had her picture on the front page, Lona saw with sinking heart. One of the innumer able snaps the news cameras had caught of her the last few days. Sickeningly, the headlines glared out at her. “Girl Who Thwarted Jail Break Buries Father,” it shrieked. “The Last Chapter in a Tragic Story Was Played Yester day in the Quiet Country Cemetery of Bridgewater. ...” “This is a decent house, I tell you,” the landlady’s whining voice repeated. “We can’t be mixed up with no convicts here!” “I see.” Lona’s voice was tired. “I suppose you want me to—go.” “I’d be obliged if you’d pack up and turn over your keys. I’ll give you back the rest of your week’s rent. That’s fair enough.” She wait ed, her lips tight. “Yes,” Lona heard herself say ing. “I suppose that’s fair enough. I’ll go and pack.” “You can wait until evening.” Her point won, the woman relented slightly. It’ll probably take you all afternoon hunting a room.” But Lona shook her head. “I’ll go now,” she said, wearily, and trudged up the rickety stairs with heavy feet. * * * A half hour later, out on the street with her suitcase heavy on her arm, she remembered that she hadn’t put in her call to Jim. She hesitated, then hailed the first taxi she saw, recklessly. Nothing could induce her to go back into that house again. She couldn’t ask that terrible woman fdr even the use of her telephone. The first address that came to her mind was the ho tel to which Jim had directed her that night he had found her walk ing the- streets, homeless,* as- she could be tried or a general statute allowing the State to be sued like a private person or agency. His prediction is already being fulfilled. Bladen’s Bombshell, U. S. Page, has introduced a bill to pay a filling station operator SIOO for damage done it by a school bus. 1836—Stuart Robson, noted actor, born at Annapolis, Md. Died April 28, 1903. was now. With sudden resolye she ■ gave it to the taxi driver. I It took all her nerve to force her • self to walk unconcernedly into the familiar lobby and ask the clerk ! for a room. As she took up the pen to sign her name to the register, her hands trembled. For a moment she was tempted to sign an alias, 1 any name but her own, but her i pride intervened. Carefully shield i ing what she was writing with her • left hand, she traced a bold “Lona ; Ackerman,” and with a toss of her > head added a defiant, “Bridgewa ter.” Her heart came into her ■ mouth as the clerk scanned it cas ■ ually and, without a sign of recog- I nition, handed her a key from the • rack behind him. i Once upstairs in the privacy of ■ her room, she sat down limply on her bed and gave way to the feel ■ ing she had been carefully keeping in check. That woman, how dared she! “Decent house,” she had said. As if she were something—un clean. Was she never to get clear of this thing that was haunting her? Would it follow her like this always ? Even here in the city she had been so glad to see this morn ing was there to be no peace? She sobbed there on the bed for a few minutes in utter wretched ness. Then, sitting up, she wiped her eyes with sudden determina tion and, getting to her feet, stood before the mirror. Deliberately she forced herself to obliterate the traces of her tears and to tidy her loosened hair. After all, what was one spiteful woman in a whole city full of people! Why let it get her down? Not everybody was like that old cat! Picking up her phone she put in a call for Mrs. Peterman’s board ing house. In a steady voice she left directions for Jim to call her at the hotel as soon as he returned from work. The sight of his lean face and the sound of his drawling voice across a dinner table was what she needed. Hesitating, she almost made up her mind t