i to u> . „oout F our flushing. SANTA MONICA, CALIF. —When the German troops marched into the Rhineland, France was going to fight about it, but didn’t. When the Italians moved against Ethiopia, Britain was going to in voke force, but didn’t When Russia poked her snoot in to the Spanish mess, there was go ing to be armed ac tion by other pow ers, but wasn’t When Japan be gan to nibble again at China, there was going to be inter vention, but all that happened was that the League of Irvin 8. Cobb *iuuuns cnirpea aespairingiy ana then put its head back under its wing. Somehow, I’m thinking of the two fellows who started fighting and, when bystanders rushed in to sep arate them, the one who was get ting the worst of it yelled: “Five or six of you hang on to that big brute. Anybody can hold me!" • « • Curing Temperament. A JUDGE back east rules that this so-called artistic temper ament is not sufficient excuse for a so-called genius to beat up his bride. 1 tried the stuff once—Just once— but the presiding judge in my case was a lady. For years I’d been trudging as steadily as a milkman’s horse, whereas being a practioner of a creative profession, I said to myself I really ought to stage some temperament just to make the fam ily appreciate me. So I rehearsed my act and went downstairs one morning and put it on. So my wife looked at me across the breakfast table, and said: “I know what the trouble with you is. You’re bilious. You’ll take some calomel." Well, what are you going to do when a beautifully staged emotion al outburst is diagnosed, not as the promptings of a tortured soul, but as liver complaint? You guessed it. I took the calo * * * The Law’s Delays. ONCE a Massachusetts Supreme court reversed a felony convic tion because the prosecution, in fil ing the record, stated that the crime was committed “on the fifteenth day of June, 1855’’ but failed to state whether the year was 1855 A. D. or 1855 B. C. And ever since then on quibbles almost equally foolish—such as a misplaced comma or an upside down period—other high courts have been defeating the ends of justice and setting at naught the de cisions of honest juries. Science has gone ahead, medicine has taken enormous steps forward, but law still rides in a stage coach and hunts with a flintlock musket. •Has it ever occurred to anyone that one reason^ for the law’s delays is a lack of the thing called common sense? • • • Dinosaur Footprints. BACK in 1858, a college professor discovered on a sandstone ledge in Massachusetts a whole batch of imbedded tracks of the dinosaur— familiarly known to geologists as dinah, just as among its scientific friends the great winged lizard is frequently referred to as big liz. At the time, the discovery created no excitement—merely a slight ■hock of surprise to the old families upon learning there was something historic in Massachusetts antedat ing the Mayflower. For the natur alists figured those tracks had been left more than 150,000,000 years ago. . And they were suffered to remain nearly eighty years more. But here recently it develops that parties unknown have been chisel ing Dinah's footprints out and toting them off. This would seem to in dicate either that America is get ting dinosaur-conscious or that dino saurleggers are operating, or both. So if a slinky gentleman should come to the side door, offering a -prime' specimen for the parlor whatnot, don’t trade with him, read er—call the police. Next time he . may come back with a domick off of Plymouth Rock or the corner stone of Harvard college or the name plate from Cotton Mather’s coffin. IRVIN 8^ COBB ©—WNU Service. On More Mature Reflection “Don’t you wish you were a child again and could'play in the show?” “No,” answered Miss Cayenne, “I thoroughly appreciate the advan tages of a taxicab over a sled.” •- - • The Noisy Fellows “Some men," said Uncle Eben, “resembles de automobile horn dat ain’ doin’ - much to push things - along, but manages to sound like de whole works.” #*★****★★*****★*★* ! STAR ! | DUST | * JMovie • Radio $ ★ u ★ ★★★By VIRGINIA VALEA^A THERE was a rather fun ny reaction to an inter view that Edward G. Robin son gave a reporter for an Italian newspaper some time ago. He praised the work of Frank Capra, the director, who is Italian by birth, say ing that Capra refused to di rect gangster films. He remarked that he thought it was because Capra did not want to make pictures which showed his own people in a bad light. When the storm burst it hit, not Capra, but Bobinson. Seems the Italians thought gangsters were something like senators—an American institu tion of which Americans were proud! —■*— The long discussion over which actress would play the mother role uicua r/auds has been settled at last. It goes to Bar bara Stanwyck, ^irho seems a bit young for it, but of course there’s always make-up. And any way, the part is to be rewritten to fit her. At the moment the “Gone With the Wind” pursuit of a heroine is still rag ing, but no doubt Barbara Stanwyck uiai wm oe seiuea in ine same way—some attractive, dependable actress whose screen work is known to the public everywhere will get it. —■*— Phil Baker, who has long been one of radio’s favorite comedians, has learned a lot from what has hap pened to other men like him when they consented to make a picture. And he Is profiting by what he has learned. He knows that, when the picture Is released, the comedian’s part may have been cut and cut until there is practically nothing left of it. Both Samuel Goldwyn and Para mount want him to do his specialty in pictures, but he has held off, even to the extent of refusing 912,000 to do his stuff. —■*— The very funny Ritz Brothers, who can be relied upon to send movie audiences into gales of laugh ter, encountered something that was not so very funny, to them, when they had to learn to skate for “One in a Million,” the Sonja flenie picture that's all about skating, with Miss Henie doing five big numbers. The brothers simply could not learn to skate. They couldn’t even stand up on skates. Finally the difficulty was solved by having spe cial skates made for them, —*— Speaking of romantic stories, even the movies can’t beat the one of Wallace Ford’s long search for his mother and his finding her Just before Christmas. It’s about 38 years since she had to put him in an English orphanage, and Ford found her living In an automobile trailer, and the wife of a blind match seller. Now he Is going to do all the things for her that he has planned during the long years when he was trying to find her. —■*— Probably nobody will ever be able to explain why certain radio pro grams succeed, any more than mo tion picture producers can tell why some pictures smash box-office rec ords and others that seem just as good flop terribly. There is a delightful radio pro gram that has been going well for considerably more than a year. It’s called “Dot and Will.” And so far no sponsor has bought it. Yet the company has actual proof that thou sands of people listen to it —*— Apparently a lot of old stories are to be re-made during 1937. “BenHur” Clark Gable ta up ivi uiav.ua* sion—maybe with both Clark Gable and Robert Taylor in it There was a time when, it three featured players were in a picture, it was advertised as having an all-star cast. Now the pro ducing companies put several of their biggest stars into one picture and just lame n as a mauer iu uuui&e, us uu the audiences. Odds and Ends . . . Hollywood is still regretting the death of Irene Fen wick, Lionel Barrymore's wife; theirs was an exceptionally happy marriage, and Miss Fenwick was very popular . . . Now that Bette Davis is back at work they are working her so hard that she barely has a chance to breathe, to make up for the time lost when she was battling with the com pany . . . “After the Thin Man" is just as funny as “The Thin Man" was, so don’t miss it . . . And you’ll surely want to see “Beloved Enemy," with Merle Oberon and Brian Aheme . . . And “That Girl From Paris" . ,. Tilly Losch, who did a bit as a dancer in “Garden of Allah," may appear in re-makes of some of Greta Garbo’s old pictures. • Western Newspaper Union. JlFew | Little I -5Wes HELPFUL Charles was one of those people who always try to look on the bright side of things. Well, one day he saw a little fellow weeping his eyes out, so he crossed over the road to see if he could help. “And what’s the matter?” he asked. “Boo-oo,” wept the youngster, pointing to a broken egg on the ground. "1 threw that egg up in the air, but I didn’t catch it, boo-oo.” “Never mind,” said Charles cheerfully, “you’ll ‘catch It’ when you get home.” She Fonnd It Wife back from shopping)—I’ve just found the costume I wanted, dear. Husband — Splendid. I certainly could not have afforded to buy it for you. Hm-m Jane—My Scotch boy friend sent me this picture yesterday. Joan—How does he look? Jane — I don’t know yet. I haven’t had it developed.—Two Bells. SOMETHING MISSING I ^ II ll ft I Mrs. A.—Jimmie's been in the third grade for two years. I wond der how he’ll ever get ahead. Mr. A.—Don’t know. If he wasn’t bom with one he never will. Proof He was applying for a navy’s post on an excavation job. “Do you think you are fit for really hard labor?” asked the fore man. “Well,” replied the applicant, “some of the best judges in the country have thought so!” What’s in a Name? Visitor (to a Southern mammy)— Aunt Mandy, what are your chil dr -"s? Aunt Mandy—I done name ’em alj iM uowers; but de youngest one got the prettiest name—I name her Artificial! Located “Did you ever hear of the straw which broke the camel’s back?” asked the guest at a country inn. “Yes, sir,” replied the landlord. “Well, you’ll find it in the bed I tried to sleep on last night.” Rather Doubtful Steve—I hear you’re singing in the choir now. Charles—Yes. The other day I sang “I May Not Pass This Way Again,” to the satisfaction of the audience.—Hartford Courant. That’s Different Friend — The hostess was furious when I upset a bottle of liquor on her rug. Man—Was it her best rug? Friend—No, her best liquor. Secret Safe Naomi—Did Lamphier give the bride away last night? Jimmie—No. He’s going to let the groom find her out for hisself. NEEDS PROTECTION "You should see Ann’s coat of arms.’’ "She oughter to wear It this weather if she’s got one.” Too Easy The uncle of the bright six-year old was testing his progress in school. “Let’s hear you spell “pup py,” he suggested. The lad thought hard a moment. Then he looked up scornfully. “I’m further along than that,” he pro tested. "Suppose you try me on •dog.’ ” UNCOMMON AMERICANS •-•-• By Elmo ® Western Scott Watson Union Sam Hawken, Riflemaker HAT a Stradivarius is to vio linists, a Hawken rifle is to those who love fine firearms. For a genuine example of the work manship of “Olu Sam” Hawken of St. Louis is one of the rarest weap ons in existeuce. So far as is known, there are only five. But It is not alone the rarity of these rifles which makes them in teresting. It’s a case of "the man behind the gun” as well. He was Samuel Hawken. born of Pennsyl vania Dutch stock in Maryland in 1792. He was a soldier in the War of 1812 and after his return from it he began practicing the trade of gunsmith. In 1822 he moved to St. Louis where his brother, Jacob Hawken, was already engaged In making guns. That was the golden era of the fur trade and the fame of the rifles which Samuel and Jacob Hawken were making soon spread all along the frontier because they were the most accurate and finest pieces of workmanship available, not even excepting the famous Ken tucky “long rifles.” The demand for Hawken’s prod uct was limited only by the supply, which was small. For Hawken made every rifle by hand, welding the barrels out of strips of iron which he got from an iron furnace on the Meramec river in Missouri. These strips were hammered into five-inch lengths and welded around a steel mandrel, thus making the tube which was bored out with a rifling tool afterwards. It was a tedious and thoroughgoing job of work, unusual even in those days of careful and honest craftsmanship. But what was even more unusual was the fact that Hawken had one price for his rifles. That was 825 no more, no less. He could have had twice or three times that price, so great was the demand, but he refused to charge more because he believed that one price brought him trade. Jacob Hawken died during the cholera epidemic of 1849 in St. Louis and Samuel Hawken contin ued in the business until 1859 when he sold out to an apprentice, John P. Genuner who was running the Hawken shop when Samuel Hawken returned to St. Louis in 1861 to spend his declining years. “Old Sam” became a regular habitue ol the shop so long as he lived and could scarcely keep his hands ofl the tools, so greatly did he love the work. Once Gemmer allowed him to don an apron and make a rifle complete as he had done in years gone by and this rifle, prob ably the last which “Old Sam,” honest workman, ever made, is one of the two Hawken rifles now owned by the Missouri Historical society. • ' • • $50,000 Signature THERE’S no doubt that John D. Rockefeller’s signature, or that of J. P. Morgan, would be worth $50,000—if it were on a check! But the only American whose written name (not on a check) has ever been worth that amount was Button Gwinnett. Gwinnett was born in England in 1732. Despite that fact, he can be listed as an American because he came to America in 1770, was chosen as a delegate from Georgia to the Continental congress and was one of the signers of the Declara tion of Independence in 1770. The next year he was an un successful candidate for governor and he was also defeated as candi date for brigadier-general of the Georgia militia by Gen. Lachlin Mc Intosh. As a result of a quarrel, Gwinnett challenged McIntosh to a duel which was fought with pistols at 12 feet. He was mortally wound ed and died on May 27, 1777. Most of the 50 signers o the Dec laration of Independence lived for many years after that historic event, wrote many letters or signed many documents. But with Gwin nett’s career cut off in less than a year after he joined that company of immortals, he left few examples of his handwriting. So his auto graph is the rarest of all the signers and it is that rarity which gives it such great value. In 1920 Dr. A. S. W. Rosenbach, the noted collector, paid $22,500 for a will which was signed by Gwin nett as a witness. That was an unheard-of price for an autograph. But it was only the beginning of a “boom in Button Gwinnetts.” Later in the year this same col lector bought another—this time a signature on a promisory note and it cost him $28,500. In 1927 an all-time record for autograph prices was reached when Dr. Rosenbach paid $51,000 for a letter signed by Button Gwin nett and four other signers of the Declaration who were serving on the marine committee of the Conti nental congress. Aside from the Declaration it is the only known document dealing with national at tain which this Georgian signed pviCK had driven her into town. It was the first time they had been out together since Dick had told her. That was six months ago. Six months of suspense and tension trying to decide what to do. Putting on a brave face before people— pretending nothing was the matter. “Funny that we should be going to a wedding together, Dick!” “Ghastly!” said Dick. And then: “Joan, do you mind if I don’t go with you? I don’t believe I can stick it.” “You’ve got to. Kate mustn’t know anything’s happened between us.” “Why?” “Because Kate believes that no matter how unsatisfactory her own marriage was, ours was perfect.” “Well, wasn’t it?” “It was until you spoiled it.” “My God!” flamed Dick. “Can’t you understand?” “Perfectly. But that doesn’t change anything. Oh, what's the use of going over and over what’* happened? We’re here for Kate’s daughter’s wedding. Kate’s best hope for Adeline is that her mar riage will turn out like ours. I be lieve she’d almost forbid the bans if she guessed what a mess we’ve made of it.” The church was sweet with the smell of lilies. Joan took the arm of an usher and went up the aisle to the white-ribboned enclosure.Dick followed. They sat together in the high-backed pew. Gossip all around them. “Do you know, I’ve always thought Kate is still in love with Charles Marshall in spite of divorcing him. I think a woman’s a fool to divorce a man she still loves no matter what he's done." It was after this last remark that Joan’s eyes encountered Dick’s. She turned away from their pleading. “There’s Adeline’s mother.” Kate was walking down the aisle. Little, determined Kate with lips that were close and hard with repression and denial of what she wanted most in life. Charles Marshall had taken his place among the guests. Immacu lately dressed with a gardenia in his lapel. “Glad he had the decency not to bring that woman with him!” someone exclaimed. “Do you mean his wife?” “Oh, well of course he married her!” came the grudging response. Suppose she divorced Dick. Would he marry "that woman"? Joan won dered. That woman, he’d assured her over and over again even with tears, he’d never cared a darn for, in spite of what had happened. “I haven’t seen her since. It was just one of those things!” The exultant strains of the wed ding march. Adeline’s handsome young man waiting for her at the chancel. The bridesmaids advancing with their big bouquets of white roses. And Adeline coming down the aisle on her young brother’s arm. Past her father. Past her mother. On and on to where her young man stood waiting. The light in Adeline’s eyes as she came to him! It was over. Adeline took her hus band’s first kiss. Took and returned it with young, unabashed passion. The possibility of everything Joan had known was in that kiss. Suddenly the tears came into her eyes. They rolled down her cheeks. She couldn’t find her handkerchief. “Here’s mine, honey.” Dick was offering her his; fresh, unfolded. She tried to smile. “Thanks. I’m such a fool!” The look in Dick’s eyes. Tears, too. “Oh, honey,” he begged, “say you love me!” A woman is a fool to divorce a man she still loves no matter what he’s done. Whoever had said that was wise. That look in Dick’s eyes! Only one way to reply to a look like that. The chattering, milling crowd laughed to see them kiss. “Renewing your wedding vows?” someone asked. “Yes,” said Joan. “Not that they need renewing. You see, they’ve never been broken.” Salt Emblem of Purity Salt has always been considered an emblem of purity; witness the Disciples being called “the salt of the earth.” The phrase “If salt has lost its savour wherewith shall it be salted?” refers to rock - salt, which loses much of its saltness if exposed to the hot sun. St. Andrew’s Cross According to legend, St. Andrew’s cross (shaped x) appeared in the sky to a Scottish army the night be fore a battle with the Saxons. As they won the battle, the Scots adopt ed St. Andrew as their national saint and made his cross their emblem. Would Sell Churches The French revolutionists, inimi cal to the church, placarded church walls with “National Property, For Sale," and even as late as the year 1833 such an inscription was still to be seen on the southern tower of Notre Dame. Just a Goose Mr. Tyte—Money, money—it’s al ways money! Do you think I’m the goose that lays the golden'’ egg? Mrs. T—No, dear, not that one.— Pathfinder Magazine. Busy Sunbonnet Girls % I«uV§ATI Pattern 918 They’re never without their sun bonnets, these seven diminutive maidens who make light of their own chores, and yours, too. See how pretty they’re going to look, embroidered on a set of seven tea towels? Stitches are of the easiest—mostly outline, with lazy daisy, running stitch and some French knots. Keep them in mind for gifts. Pattern 918 contains a transfer pattern of seven motifs UncLe PluL SgjjA: Leaving No Stain Let us seek so to live that our bygone year may, to use Cowper’s beautiful expression, leave “no stain upon the wing of time.” Of all the wingless angels on earth that you value, the man who you know when he tells you he will do a certain thing on a certain day, will do it, is the most precious. We all know how much we like a man when we hear he has just died. Let’s tell him a little of that before he does. Rejoice in Friend's Success Allow no shadow of envy to mar the sunshine of a friend’s suc cess. 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