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THIS WEEK He Used His Other Chance Two Big Birthdays England, Rich, Worries The Elephant’s Poise Mew York’s Titterton murder mys turns out not to be “the per fect crime.” The murder er, an upholster er, carefully took away the cord used In his trade, with which he had bound the un fortunate wom an,. but forgot that he had left some strands of twine under the body, and those pieces of cord. 1 . thanks to excel ***■*■■• lent police work, trapped him. The aentlmental who say, “Give the poor criminal an other chance,” will note that the murderer was a convict on parole when be killed the woman. He had “another chance” and made use of it Berlin reports a great filtler forty seventh blthday celebration In cluding a fine display of military power—airplanes, war tanks, fight ing men, apparently eager for a light They were young and could not remember the last war. particularly Interesting were two lines , in the song; sung by storm troopers: , . "Today we own Germany, And tomorrow the whole world.” The day after Hitler celebrated bis forty-seventh birthday old Rome * celebrated her two thousand six hundred and eighty-ninth anniver ' sary. Mussolini celebrates by launch ing two new Italian cruisers and • speeding up airplane production. He tells Italian fathers and mothers he must have 00,000,000 population for Italy not later than 1960. In 1921, when Mussolini took charge, Italy’s population was 38,000,000. There will soon be room and food to raise . more Italians In Ethiopia. Easy for ell but the mother. England, doing well In a business way, with more than $2,000,000,000 worth of Bank of England notes cir culating among tradesmen, i*\ col lecting gold and depleting the French reserves. While England tries to keep down the price of her “no-gold” pound, France Is afraid , she will not be able to keep qp the value of her gold franc, already devalued by 80 per cent of Its 1914 value. What becomes of the “magic of gold?” Our dear old dollar Is worth only 59 cents, and only deal ers In exchange know it. Doctor Benedict, of Carnegie lab oratories, finds that the adult ele phant’s \ heart beats from 22 to 30 times a minute, less than half the human heartbeat, and the elephant heartbeat is nine strokes faster when the animal is lying down. Man’s heart beats more rapidly while he stands—because then It must raise blood the full height of the body. Old poets, with tired hearts, should do their writing lying down—the blood flows horl ^ sontally with little effort. England Is pleased; Sir Robert fiadfield, who makes tough steel, an nounces a shell for British naval guns that can pass unhurt through armor plate twelve Inches thick and! explode on the other side. “One shell of this kind fired In the region of the magazine would itrobably canse destruction of a modern bat tleship.” England Is manufacturing the shells rapidly; others are manu facturing airplane bombs that might make old-fashioned naval guns and •hells useless. In Miami, a lady, lint name tola, and married, haa husky triplet babies. Two gentlemen, the official husband and another, demand cus tody of the triplets, each calling himself the real father. The alleged "father” who Is not the husband wonld submit to any blood test, his lawyer says. How would King Solomon decide that? ' Clarence Darrow, one of the coun try’s most convincing lawyers, says on his seventy-ninth birthday: "I say that religion is the belief In future life and in God. I don’t believe In either." The hoptoad beside the track, watching the express train go by, might say, reasonably enoogh: “I do not believe In such a thing as a locomotive engineer.” Moscow has returned to the Jap anese government in Mancbukuo, with full military honors, the bodies of three Japanese killed In a fight with Soviet guards. The military honors wllPnot console the widows, and, repeated often enough, such In cidents lead to war. HOW TO TAME A LION TAMER “Marry Him!” Says Mrs. Clyde Beatty, Whose Hubby Is Terror: of Jungle Cats, but Kitten Around House. By WILLIAM C. UTLEY GIRLS, what would you do if you woke up one of these spring mornings and discovered that you were in love with a lion tamer? With a guy who stares the King of Beasts right in the eye and makes him sit sulking in a corner like a disciplined schoolboy? yjho wrestles hand-to-hand with a man-eating tiger and wins the decision? Who walks into a cage with thirty or forty assorted jungle cats of both varieties twice a day and makes them do his bidding? Who even keeps a lion around the house to take care of the scraps from the dining table? Don’t laugh. It might happen to< TOD. This is spring. Spring Is the open season for romance. And spring Is the season for the opening of the circus. * It happened to a little Russlan American girl Just three years ago. SHE fell In lore with a lion tamer, a lion tamer who does all those un believable things we were Just talk ing about And what did -she do? She married him. Follows Hobby’s Footsteps. She married Clyde Beatty, the 11t tle, curly-headed fellow who Is gen erally considered the greatest ani mal trainer of all time. For a couple of years she peeled potatoes In their home at Roches ter, Ind., where the circus spends the winter, while Clyde’s - Rdn around-the-house sat at her feet and roared for more table scraps. But like all good wives, Harriet knew that she must keep herself Interest ed In the things that appealed to her husband. And she did—with a vengeance. She became a Hon tamer herself and now appears every day In the same circus with her hus band. She Is today the only train er In the world who "works” a Hon, a tiger and an elephant In the same cage at the same time. The story of this remarkable pair is one of those romantic dramas under the big top that endow the circus with much of the glamor it still holds for millions, young and old, even in this fast-moving age. The story really begins about six teen years ago In Chtllicothe, Ohio. There was a circus playing in ChllU cothe, and Its fanfare drew the at tention of a stripling youth of flf with deep-set, serious eyes betrayed by a smile that curls at the corners. Her soft, delicate, blonde beauty charms all who meet her. It was too good for a candy girl. Combined with her natural flair for dancing Inherited from Russian ancestors. It got her Into, the circus ballet. Harriet Gets Up in World. From the ballet It wasn’t much of a Jump—figuratively speaking—to the flying trapeze, and Harriet ac complished It, quaintly enough, with the greatest of ease. And then she fell. No, not from the trapeze (although she did that, too, once). She fell for the dapper little man who looked the bold, bad lions In the eye and made them wilt. Mr. Beatty looked the petite aerial artist in the eye—and HE wilted. The little giant whose leer could turn a jungle roar into petulant whimper just rolled over on his back and purred like a kitten. The daredevil with nerves of steel became putty in the hands of a woman—THE woman. And now, girls. If your best boy friend happens to be a bookkeeper, a farmer, a clerk, a lawyer, a truck driver, a doctor or even a newspa per man, here Is your chance to And out what a thrill It Is to be wooed by the world’s most courageous Hon tamer. Ton have Harriet Beatty’s ward for It first-hand. Imagine the Thrill*, Girl* I "What,” Mrs. Beatty was asked, "Is It like to be wooed by a lion tamer?” "Oo—oo—ooi” Sbe girlishly gig gled. "It ees very sweet!" “How does a fearless, dominating Harriet Beatty ia the only trainer ever to work a lien, a tiger and an elephant In the same cage at the eame time. teen In tbe town of Bainbridge, a few miles away. It was a big day for tbe boy. It was also a big day for tbe circus, although that was not proven for quite a few years. Clyde Beatty never went back to Bainbridge. He got a Job as a cage boy for the polar bear act He was pretty small, but there was some thing In bis eye, and they took him. Tames Dame Fortune. Two years later Clyde was work ing bis own act—not wltb polar bears, but with the great cats wbo would kill a man and do it willingly. Over tbe years Clyde were to reach tbe heights—heights from which they have not yet de scended. In rapid succession came top billing in the Big Show, moving pictures and. Anally, ownership In terest In one of the major clrqnses. Clyde Ip now part owner of the Cole Brothers' circus. In which he and Mrs. Beatty perform. To catch up Mr*. Beatt/t part of the story note: She tea* borti in Chi cago of Russian parent* not too many year* ago. Her name tea* something you have to mease in Russian bu t in gngliik it became fust piste Harriet the drcu* t male like Clyde act during a court* ship?” "Oo—oo—oo I He ees very sweet I" “Well, now that you are married, haven’t you found that a lion tamer is something of a terrible tyrant around the house?” "Oo-oo—oo! Be ees VERY sweet!” So now you know. When Clyde and Harriet were married lie instated that she quit working. She did for a while. She didn’t like to be around when Clyde was risking his life with the cats, anyway. She was afraid of them. Bnt she raised a cub, Leo, on a baby's bottle, and that cured her of a great deal of her fear. Leo is a year and a half old now and, a<H cording to Harriet, "ees very sweet,” but some of the Beattys’ house guests don’t think so. She Knows No Fear. Leo’s teeth are a couple of Inches long and about as dull as the busi ness end of an Ice pick. But they can’t be very terrifying to a little lady who spends a few minutes every afternoon and evening now In a cage with a full-grown Hon, an 111 dlsposltloned tiger and a lumbering pachyderm, all natural enemies. This is the new act which Harriet the best of friend*. So adept a trainer it the, the has never yet had a "dose ealT in the cage. . Such luck has not fallen to the lot of her husband. Clyde works as many as 43 assorted Hons and tigers In the same cage at once. He makes them perch upon stools and assume all kinds of positions and formations. Menellk, a new cat with the act this year, sits on his haunches and waves his paws around In the air like a prize fight er entering the ring. A tiger rolls over and over and then chases his Leo, the Beattys’ lion cub, le a great pal of "Daffy,” a dog In the circus. tall at Clyde’s command. With such goings-on amid a horde of wild beasts, It Is not an Infrequent hap pening for one or two of the cats to rebel. Clyde’s closest shave came In win ter quarters when he was rehears ing his act preparatory to opening the 1032 season, Samson, one of the older and larger lions, attacked him and put him In the hospital, hovering between life and death for sixteen weeks. Had not a tiger then attacked the lion and diverted Its attention, Clyde must have been a goner. Lion Kills Cage Boy. Samson, Incidentally, is one beast you would not like to be meeting some night down a dark alley. The writer personally saw him sink his teeth Into the shoulder of another trainer, Allen King, one night, and King, too, would be a dead man to day If a tiger had not come to his rescue. (It must not be supposed that the tiger In either case was trying to save the trainer's life— he was merely after a nice, Juicy bite of lion meat on the hoof). Last winter Sammy succeeded In killing a cage boy who carelessly left the “chute” door open while working. The two cats have a natural ha tred for each other, and when this hatred works up to a certain pitch a fight sometimes results In the cage, with disastrous results. In Muskegon, Michigan, last season a fight almost broke up the show and resulted in the death of a cat Clyde Beatty has never seen an African jungle, but then Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote the whole “Tar zan” series of Ravage jungle lore and be hasn’t keen one, either. Clyde buys his cats from zoos and animal dealers. He looks for lions and tigers with spirit cats who will fight back when he encourages them. That’s one of the reasons that his every appearance in the cage is a nearly-mortal ordeal, one that leaves him soptng wet with perspiration and with nerves so unstrung that he will talk to no one, even his wife, for 20 minutes after the act. Prefer* Cats to Cameras. Even so, Clyde says he Is more afraid of Hollywood than his cage of cats. He has made three pic tures, “The Big Cage,” “The Lost Jungle” and “Darkest Africa." The latter Is a thrilling serial which he completed this winter, and It’s Hol lywood at Its daffiest It’s full of Bat Men, wild hairbreadth escapes, volcanic eruptlons^and heroic feats. In making the picture, Clyde wns badly bruised by some of the Bat Men, did not succeed In effecting a couple of the hairbreadth escapes, was rather painfully blown up In one of the synthetic volcanoes and had to rest up for a week after per forming the final heroic feat The last named Incident occurred when the director casually asked Clyde If he would mind “rasallng” a tiger bare-handed, on the plea that It would be “sure-fire picture stuff.” Clyde was finally talked Into it, bnt only on condition that the match take place after the rest of the pic ture was finished, so there would still be a picture, even If there wan not any more Beatty. The match was long and furious and Clyde got pushed around plenty before winning the deciding fall. “Pretty good,” conceded the di rector, “pretty good. Now let’s try It jnst once more with a little more of the old pept” Clyde's reply has been deleted so that this newspaper can be sent Jtalfed States man*. Pension* for Veterans. SANTA MONICA, CALIF. — Merely another little prophecy by old Doctor Cobb, the amateur soothsayer, who never said a sooth he’s surer of than this one: Agitation for a blanket pen sion to cover all World war veter ans, regardless of ratings or physi cal condition, will start as soon as those lately-won billions are distrib uted. At first some veterans’ organiza tion will oppose It —n o t for long, though. At first congress will be lukewarm. Then It’ll see a great light, and this new pension act — one that will be to all previous pension acts what a whale Is to tadpoles—will 3. Cobb be passed. At least the veterans have the ar gument of patriotic service on their side. And Isn’t it true that to near ly all of us has come a new con ception of the national figurehead? No longer Is It square-jawed, self dependent Yankee Doodle. It’s a generous, jolly smiling Santa Claus bringing free checks for everybody; that Is, free until the taxpayers start paying the bill. Defying the Almighty. E'OIXOWING the example set " some years ago by a certain fa mous personage, a cock-sure Infidel made a speech lately, defying God to smite him dead on the spot. It seemed, first off, a very sound Idea, but nothing happened, so the gentle man took this for proof there was no God and went his way rejoicing. Some look on this as blasphemy, but, granted that every man is enti tled to speak his opinion on re ligion, I’d call it pure gall. Think of Inviting the Almighty to suspend the entire cosmic scheme while forging a thunderbolt to abolish one solitary copycat of an amateur Ajax. Would you call out the stand ing army of the United States to kill a cockroach? Lady Killers. TT HAS been In print so often you *■ must know It by heart, yourself: At sight of her recreant gentleman friend, the poor bruised butterfly felt a great sense of her wrongs— the wretclr wanted to go back to his wife or something equally dastardly —and the next thing she knew she was holding a smoking automatic that accidentally happened to be In her handbag along with some lip stick and a recipe for fudge; and he was deader than the prosecutor’s chance of convicting her for the killing. But Just prior to that “ev erything went black before her eyes.” There’s one detail which nev er varies—that going-black-before the-eyes business. It was In the case they tried re cently In New York. It’s In this latest case at Chicago. ’Tls a sore affliction, always marked by total lapse of memory and frequently cou pled with temporary Insanity, but It's certainly fine for marksman ship. Brawls In Hollywood. NATURALLY, I have hot south ern blood, which seems to be the hottest there is, although down home I never noticed It But up north, if trouble Impended, people would speak of my hot southern blood when all the time I thought I was having a nervous chill. Being thus all hot-blooded up, I adore fighting, if somebody else does it Since our movie heroes always stage their combats in some utterly secluded spot, such as a cafe or a night club, I burry hitber and yon hoping to be present when an embit tered star satisfies his honor by bouncing a special order of sweet breads under glass with mushrooms —twenty minutes, 90 cents — oil some rival’s classic profile. But It's hard enough for me to get in touch with a waiter, let alone a good plate-tossing contest To day the war correspondents report two brisk battles on the Hollywood front and I’m absent, as usual. In the main bout, both gladiators were script writers, proverbially a tigerish breed. 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