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IIiVERY day is a fresh beginning,
II listen, nay soul, to die glad refrain,
And Spite of old sorrow, and older sinning,
And troubles forecasted, and possible pain
Take heart with the day, and begin ai
—SUSAN coo:
Uecision^o i
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A SONG for the Old,
While its knell is tolled,
And its parting moments flyl
But a song and a cheer
For the glad New Year,
While we watch the Old Year diet,
Oh, its grief and pain
Ne’er can come again,
And its care lies buried deep;
But what joy untold
Doth the New Year hold,
And what hopes within it sleep I
A song for the Old,
While its knell is tolled,
And the friends it gave so true!
But, with hearts of glee
Let us merrily
Welcome the bright, bright Newt
For the heights we gained.
For the good attained.
We will not the Old despise;
But a joy more sweet,
Making ufe complete,
In the golden New Year lies.
A song for the Old,
While its knell is tolled!
With a grander, broader seal,
And a forward view,
Let us greet the New,
Heart and purpose ever leal!
Let the ills we met,
And the sad regret,
With the Old be buried deep;
For what joy untold
Doth the New Year hold.
And what hopes within it sleep!
looking woman in the room—dis
tinguished, different . . . Once his
glance caught hers and held it for
a moment. They both flushed and
turned hurriedly to their plates.
Some one asked the orchestra to
play "Love’s Old Sweet Song." As
silence followed the opening of the
familiar melody both of them were
swept by emotion . '. . Their love
had been the most wonderful thing
in the world! How had it died so
soon? What had happened? That
was the question taunting both of
them as the song went on.
Looking back they saw a hundred
little things, magnified until they as
sumed tragic proportions — small
hurts left unhealed, sharp words.
One Glance Caught Hera and Held
It for a Moment.
■ lienee and misunderstanding.
There had been nothing terribly se
rious; neither could find any big,
bitter thing accountable tor the
wreckage.
Again, Paul looked at Ethel. This
time she made no effort to look
away. Tears shone in her eyes.
Suddenly his hand stole across the
table and found hers. "I love you,
Ethel,” he breathed; “can’t we be
gin again?—can’t we prove to our
selves and to the world that "Love’s
Old Sweet Song” is really the
sweetest song of all?”
For a moment they did not realize
that the orchestra had changed to
a livelier air. Then as they sensed
its swinging rhythm Paul reached
out his arms. In a moment they
were gliding with the happy throng
of dancers, a newer and deeper love
throbbing in their hearts.
C Western Newspaper Union.
Resolution That Falls
It Is sad but true Oat never yet
David’s
NewYear’s
Inspiration
btf-Rlice B. Falmex*
DAVID bad escorted Dorothy
May to the New Year’s grand
ball for the last three years
and they had danced the old year
out and the New Year In, while
whispering sweet “nothings" into
each other’s ears. But this year
David was possessed with the New
Year’s spirit. He felt a strong de
sire to make someone else happy.
"What on earth is the matter late
ly, David, you seem to be so ex
uberantly happy?" spoke mother, in
her kindly observant way. "Has
Dot promised to marry you, or are
you contemplating a proposal from
her?"
"Something better than that,
mother. I am planning New Year’s
resolutions," replied David.
Several days before the great holi
day, David found himself in a large
department store, buying a new
gown for his mother. He felt rather
out of place in a ladies’ dress sec
tion, but with the aid of an under
standing saleslady, he soon found
Just the thing, a golden brown floral
design, bis mother’s favorite color.
Then he thought of slippers to match
and a pretty nosegay to pin upon
her dress, and he was quite finished.
He left the store simply bursting
with enthusiasm. Just as he turned
the corner toward home, he ran
into Dorothy. “Why Dot, I’m so glad
to see you.”
“Looks like you have been shop
ping, Davy.”
“Yes, but I have something im
portant to ask you. Dot Would
you mind having your brother Joe
see you to the New Year’s ball? I
have something very important to
attend to first but I’ll be there
later.”
“Why David Morely, what do you
mean?” said Dot, indignantly. “Are
you really breaking the spell of our
annual rendezvous?" Then, before he
could reply, she continued with pre
tended indifference. “Very well.
I’ll go with Jean Baft. I know he’ll
take me. I suppose you are driving
Dolly for a ride. Well, you are
welcome to her. Good-by I”
Voices and laughter proclaimed
the approach of another happy New
Year, as David came charging into
the cozy living room where his
mother was Just finishing the home
paper.
“I have your things laid out
Davy, your best shirt and favorite
tie.”
“You are always so thoughtful,
mother, never thinking of yourself,”
f * vr/tc- r*
Dorothy Spied Them First and
Came Charging Over.
said David, as he chuckled, con
templating the great surprise.
Some hours later David appeared,
quite ready for the evening. He
did really look charming and moth
er did not hesitate in telling him so.
“I’m off,” he shouted, and then
he was gone.
But it was not long before mother
heard the loud peal of the door bell.
“Who in the world can that be on
New Year’s eve?" thought she, hur
rying to the door. She stepped
back in surprise as she saw David,
himself, standing there smiling.
“What is it, my boy, have you
forgotten something?”
“No, mother, I am yotir gallant
knight, come to take you to the New
Year’s ball. The cab, without,
awaits your pleasure. Madam!”
And David laughed merrily. They
both roared with laughter.
“To prove that I really mean it,
mother, go up and look in your
room."
Although she did not comprehend
what it was all about, she climbed
the stairs with vague misgivings.
But when she beheld the beautiful
outfit her son had selected for her,
she stood still and stared.
The silence was broken by David
shouting impatiently from below:
“Hurry, mother, or we shall be
late for the ball!”
Mother called out, “All right
|dear,” as she slipped into the new
finery, truly feeling like a girl again.
As she pinned the flower upon her
dress, she marveled at David’s in
genuity.
An hour later David and his moth
er arrived at the New Year’s ball.
Dorothy spied them first and came
charging over, flushed and excited.
“Oh, Davy, can you ever forgive
me?” she sighed, beaming upon
him, adoringly.
David’s reply was drowned out
by file Happy New Year wishes on
all sides of them, but his eyes ex
pressed the Joy of an inspiration
fulfilled.
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***By VIRGINIA VALE***
TAKE the word of a New
York hairdresser for the
fact that Mrs. Clark Gable
“doesn’t look ten years older
than anybody, much less
Clark!” Mrs. Gable dropped in
the first time, wearing red, and
a beautiful fur coat, and capti
vated the entire establishment
with her good looks and charm.
Incidentally, on her husband’s re
cent trip to New York, it was said
that he left the studio somewhat in
doubt about just where he was go
ing when he departed for New
York — the general impression
seems to have been that he was just
going on a hunting trip. Another
version was that he hoped to set
tle once and for all the matter of a
divorce. However, nothing ap
parently happened. Clark spent a
few days in New York and then
went back to Hollywood.
You can’t accuse Fredric March
of high-hatting his old friends. Long
O art urban ha nroe a
Fredrlo
March
young actor just try
ing to get some
where on the stage,
he lived with two
other chaps who
; also were just try
| ing to get along in
i their professions.
One of them was
better o9 than the
others so he paid
the rent and bought
meals.
The meal-buyer is
up against hard
umes now. rrearic March isn t.
If he were like some of our stars,
he’d conveniently forget the past.
But when he’s in New York he
looks up that old friend and no
body’d know by his actions that
he’d climbed to the top of the lad
der. In other words, he deserves
the highest tribute that electricians
and carpenters and other workmen
around the movie studios can pay a
man, “He’s regular.”
—•*—
After his magnificent perform
ance in “Winterset” Burgess Mere
dith deserves the best that’s going.
And “Winterset,” by the way, is
a magnificent picture, though
there’s one scene that may keep
you awake, shuddering, for nights
and nights.
Jessica Dragonette, who’s been
singing on the air practically ever
since there’s been any broadcast
ing, is branching out for herself
with a new weekly series of half
hour musical programs each Wed
nesday night from nine-thirty till
ten, on CBS. First time she’s been
on a coast-to-coast series, after ten
years of radio work.
Do yon listen to the Kate Smith
programs, on which various unsung
heroes and heroines appear, tell
their story, and then receive votes
from listeners-in? If you beard sev
en-year-old Mary Louise McCroskey
and liked her you’ll be glad to hear
that she was voted for by 215,000
people, and received the weekly
award of $500.
Loretta Young fell in love with
the beautiful costumes that she
wore in “Ramona,” and couldn't
bear to have them returned to the
wardrobe room, to be cut up and
made over. So she bought them,
had them remodeled slightly—and
now has four new evening dresses.
At last Jack Oakie, that gay
comedian of the screen, has his
master of ceremo
nies job on the air.
It’s odd that he
hasn’t been signed
up before, for he is
one of the few co
medians who are as
good on the air as
they are on the
screen — you’ve
probably heard
some of his guest
performances; he
was on with Bob
Jack Oakie
Burns while Bing Crosby was In
Honolulu. He got the idea for this
new program from his work in “Col
lege Rhythm.’' He’s going to be a
college president, but hasn't an
nounced yet just what that will lead
to. He’s admitted that he’ll have
“guest professors”—A1 Jolson, Ed
die Cantor, Burns and Allen and
others.
—*—
Odds and Ends ... Talent scouts for
two major picture companies appeared
at New York’s Casino Montclair, (fa
vored haunt of movie celebrities) re
cently to watch Ann Courtney—not
knowing that she’d signed that morn
ing with Warner Brothers . . . Gloria
Swanson's going to do a stage play in
New York; Irving Thalberg had
planned' to 'bring her back to th
screen, just before his death, it’s sail’
. . . You’ll see Barbara Stanwyc’
dancing in 20th Century Fox’s “Bcinj -
on My Knee”; she used to do it for <
living, starting in the “Follies” . .
This year those Saturday afternoo
broadcasts of the Metropolitan Oper
Company's performances will be spot
sored by the Radio Corporation i
America.
• Weston Netfwapcr Union.
The Social Register
SANTA MONICA, CALIF.
—Those who warm their
aristocratic hands at the so
cial register, take comfort
from the latest issue of that
priceless volume. It seems
that, if a well-born lady weds
a night club playboy with a
head suitable for a handle on
a dollar umbrella, she stays
put.
But it she is married to a gen
uine gentleman, such as Gene Tun
ney is, or a girted
orchestra leader,
such as Eddie Duch
In, out she goes.
The charming
granddaughter of a
poor Irish immi
grant qualifies as an
entry, which is as
it should be, in any
language. But when
she takes for a hus
band the son of a
poor Jewish immi
grant, whose blem
Irvin S. Cobb
mu is uia i ne s a proiessionai song
writer—and one of the greatest song
writers alive — her name is
scratched off the sacred scroll.
Yet what's an old family but a
family that advertises that it’s old?
And what is society except a lot of
people who keep proclaiming that
they are society until the rest of
us believe them?
• • »
Protecting Homan Game.
C'OR the preservation of the less
" ening wild fowl, the govern
ment stands pat by its ruling that
ducks may no longer be lured to
hunting grounds which have been
baited for them and then bagged.
But one shudders what would hap
pen to Wall street if practically the
same system now in vogue for gar
nering in the human game was ever
abolished on the stock exchange.
Still, why not leave well enough
alone? If there was no margin
gambling available for cleaning the
poor things, they’d bet their money
on horse racing or the old Span
ish prisoner game or something.
» • •
Liberty League Marriages.
'T'HE rotogravure sections reveal
that they’ve just opened a fresh
crate of du Ponts, too late to qual
ify for membership in the Liberty
League, because the Liberty
League, alas, is dead of overnour
ishment, but in ample time to fill up
the background at the approach
ing marriage of the President’s fine
son, Franklin Delano, Jr., and a
charming daughter of the royal
family of Delaware.
That’s one wedding where the
ushers will do well to see that the
families are seated in separate
pews during the ceremony, because
somebody might tactlessly be re
minded of little things that came up
during the heat of the late cam
paign.
Otherwise, in the customary re
galia of shad-bellied coats and
striped trousers, it will be difficult
to distinguish a champion of the
rights of the great common people
from an entrenched wretch of the
ruggedly individualistic group. High
hats and neat spats make all men
equal—and make some of them
homelier-looking.
Playing the Ponies.
RACING starts soon out in Holly
wood, and the stars and star
ines may have to make their pic
tures between events at Santa Ani
ta because they’ll have absolutely
no time for fiddling around studios.
To risk my modest wagers on,
I’m looking for a horse named Vir
ginia Creeper or else Trailing Arbu
tus. Then when I lose, as I always
do, I can’t say my choice wasn’t
appropriately named.
If I had a bet on Paul Revere’s
nag, Paul never would have made
that famous ride of his. Somewhere
between Concord and Lexington, a
constable would have pinched him
for blocking the highway.
I often wonder where the foot-sore
plugs I get tips on really hail from.
It can’t be a racing stable. Maybe
— yes, I’m sure that’s right —
they’re exhausted refugees from a
bide-a-wee-home.
• • •
Future Inventions.
CELEBRATING the hundredth
anniversary of the American
patent system, the assembled re
search sharps declare that among
the boons to mankind promised
us in the near future by our native
inventive geniuses are the follow
ing:
Clothes made out of glass (with
curtains, I hope, for those of us
who are more than six years old).
Whisky aged instantly by power
ful sound waves. (But who has
thought of suitable relief for those
who also will be aged instantly by
drinking said whisky?)
ftats grown as big as cows by
powerful sound waves. (I can hard
ly wait for the happy day when
we may afford a family rat the size
Df a Jersey cow.)
IRVIN S. COBB.
©—WNU Service.
To Rebuild Smallest Church
Smallest church in London, St
Mary’s West Twyford, Middlesex
which seats only 48 persons anc
dates from the year 1600, is to b- I
cnMtt. 1
Simple
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Continuity of Life ■ * f
The purpose of culture is to
set you free from the present
moment, and give you a sense at
the continuity of life; the essence
of vulgarity is to be wrapped up
in the concerns of your own time, ■
accepting its standards as per
manent.—Upton Sinclair.
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stomach “nerves” and other dangerous
signs of over-acidity.
TAKE MILNESIAS
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in wafer form, neutralizes stomach acid.
Each wafer equals 4 teaspoonfuls of milk
of magnesia. Thin, crunchy, mint-flavor,
tasty. 20c, 35c fie 60c at drug stores.
HEARTBURN?
Its surprising how many have heart
burn. Hurried eating, overeating, heavy
smoking, excessive drinking all lead to
heartburn. When it comes, heed the
warning. Tour stomach is on a strike.
SLEEP SOUNDLY
Lack of exercise and injudicious-eating ■
make stomachs acid. You must neu- jj
tralize stomach adds if you would sleep
soundly all night and wake up feeling
refreshed and really fit.
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