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I WHO'S NEWS I THIS WEEK... By Lemuel F. Parton vwvvvtvivvvvvvvvivvivvr Spanish Onion Peddler’s Epio Story Is Recounted NEW YORK.—As an itin erant onion peddler, Juan March used to tie up his daily earnings in his shirt tail. He pretty nearly had Spain that way, too, at the start of his war against the 1 republic, which he bankrolls and more or less personally conducts from Rome, where, according to today’s dis d patches, he is now in resi dence. Foreign correspond ents put the. finger on Mr. March as the main financial spark plug of the war, both in its origin and continuance. Blasco Ibanez is pretty tame reading after even a cursory look at Senor March’s career. He is a financial genius, one of the richest men in the world, who never saw the inside of a schoolhouse—that is, as a pupil. At the agfe of forty, he had a string of twelve banks, steam ship line's, newspapers, beautiful estates and Hispana cars, and he couldn’t read or write a word—al ways signing his name with a'big X. Born in the Island of Majorca, of desperately poor parents, he was a sack carrier In a corn merchant’s shop, and then an itinerant peddler. His parents were members of an ’ obscure Jewish sect known as “Chu etas.” He went to Africa, as a la borer, and became a grower of to bacco. In the years that followed, Juan „ March was trailed, jailed, hounded and persecuted by national and in ternational police around the Medi terranean as a smuggler. His biographers say that, if the international struggle for control of ths Mediterranean should eventual ly require a more detailed knowl edge of coves and inlets than Italian naval maps now supply, Senor March can supply it. He has per sonally explored them in the dark of the moon, say current news ac counts, and could smell his way in to any of them blindfolded. The money rolled in. In the post war years, Senor March was back in Spain, investing many millions \ in vast areas of land which made ** him one of Spain’s most imposing grandees, traveling with an entour age of generals and flunkies in His pana limousines. His was the build up of Primo de Rivera as dictator. Quite a few years before the over throw of Alfonso, the drive for the break-up of big land holdings was gaining momentum, and Senor March, combating it, became the most powerful and resourceful con tender for fascism in Spain. The republic jailed him for eight een months, Details of his release are obscure, but, when the jtiil doors 'swung outward, the real troubles of t the republic began. According to dispatches of last August and Sep tember, Senor March’s bank in Palma, on Majorca, was the finan cial mainspring of revolution, and Palma was the entrepot not only , of planes, cannon and munitions but of the African Riffs, being landed on a coast which he knew from Gibraltar to Istanbul. A lot of blood has flowed under the bridge since he peddled onions, but, at fifty-seven, there probably isn’t an onion or a cannon peddled around the Mediterranean that he doesn’t know about.. • • * Low-DoWn on Kipling. Frederic f, van de water, a good reporter who became an author, snapped into the old-time routine when he saw that Kipling story lying around loose in Vermont • ' His published account of why Kip ling left America, after his thunder ing row with his brother-in-law, looks like the Freudian key to the poet’s impassioned .dislike for this country. That passage in his memoirs about the hallowed peace of Can ada and the hell-hole just over an invisible line seems to require some such explanation. His rancor, in this connection, always has suggest ed some most unhappy experience here. Mr. Van De Water fills us in, and the story is still good after forty years, One can be more char itable toward Kipling, after learn ing of his troubles with the report ers. * Mr. Van De Water is a good choice to cover the literary beat. He is a grandson of Marion Har land, the novelist, who was Mary Virginia Hawes Terhune. Her chil . dren are Albert Payson Terhune, Christine Terhune Herrick and Vir ginia Terhune Van De Water, all well-known writers. Educated at New York university and Columbia, Mr. Van De Water was a reporter and. editor on several New York newspapers and later a New York literary critic. He is the author of seventeen nov els and a vast deal of critical writ ing, taking time out for fishing with the slightest provocation. He has a summer home in Vermont and that’s liow he came to run down the r Kipling story. . • Consolidated News Feature*. - WNU Service. J{ Few | Lillie ( -S^es ABSENT-MINDED The university professor, re nowned for his absent-mindedness, was also a pretty good sport, and he never minded joining with his students in their various pastimes. One day he sat down with some of them for a quiet game of cards. It was agreed that each player should start by putting a pound note in the "kitty,” and all put in their stakes with the exception of the professor. Absent-minded or not, the stu dents were not going to let him get away with that, and so they began to argue among themselves as to which of them it was who had not paid. The professor listened for a mo ment, and then quickly withdrew one of the notes from the "kitty.” “If you gentlemen are going to start quarreling already,” he said, "I’m taking my money back.” REDUCED INCOME "Uncle Mose, your first wife tells me that you are three months be hind with your alimony.” “Yes, Judge, ah reckon dat am so. But you see it’s dis way: Dat second wife of mine ain’t turned out t’ be the worker that I thought she was gwine t’ be.” Asking Too Mnch "May I borrow your pen, Bob?” "Certainly.” "I’d like you to post this letter as you go to lunch, will you?” "All right.” “Want to lend me a stamp, old chap?” “Yes, if you want one.” "Much obliged. By the way, what’s your girl’s address?”—The Beehive. No Need for Hurry - For years he had been terribly henpecked. One morning at break fast he said to his wife: “My dear, I had a queer dream last night. I thought I saw another man running off with you.” “Indeed!” said his wife. "And, what did you say to him?” "I asked him why he was run ning.” Amiable The shopper was on her way out after leaving her list of groceries to be delivered. Suddenly she turned and said, coldly: “Never mind the cranberries, Mr. Dugan. I see the cat is sleeping on them.” "Bless you, ma’am! She won’t mind me waking her up!” Strategy "Billy, did you take your codliver oil?” "Yes, mum. It didn’t taste so nasty this morning.” Mother (ruspiciously)—Oh, are you sure you took it? “Yes, mum. I couldn’t find a spoon, so I took it on a fork.” THAT MYSTERIOUS KEY Visitor—I’m sure I have the key to your unfortunate position, my poor man. Prisoner—I sure hope 'twill fit the lock to this cell, sir! Skeptical Porkers Judge—Do you consider this de fendant a reliable man? Has he a good reputation for truth and verac ity? Witness—Well, to be honest with you, your honor, that man has to get somebody else to call his hogs at feeding time. They won’t be lieve him. Fruitless Search Mrs. Higgs—’Erbert’s got very keen on gardening since he got his allotment. Mrs. Simon—Is that so? Mrs. Higgs—Yus, 'e bought one of them ’cyclopaedias, and I caught *im .looking all through the o’s to see ’ow to grow ’ops. Head Work “Are you the head of your house?” inquired the visiting relative. “I am,” answered Mr. Meekton. “How do you know? Vou have little to say.” “True. But a voice is located in the throat. The intelligent listening is done with the ears.” UNCOMMON AMERICANS •-•--• By Elmo © W«tern Scott Watson N<u^oiTr Father of the Dime Novel A FEW years before the open ing of the Civil war a printer in Buffalo, N. Y., began issuing a magazine called the Youth's Casket and a little later another, called the Home Monthly. Neither was much of a success. More success ful was his brother who ran a newsstand and began selling songs on single pages in much the same fashion as the ballad-hawkers of an earlier day. Then the printer broth er published a number of these songs in a pamphlet called “The Dime Song Book" and it sold so well that they decided to move to New York city and publish other books for ten cents. Thus it was that a great Ameri can institution was born, for these brothers were Erastus F. and Ir win' P. Beadle and they were the “Fathers of the Dime Novel.” They took into partnership another na tive of Buffalo, Robert Adams, and for the next three decades there came from' the presses of Beadle and Company and Beadle and Ad ams a perfect flood of little books (the Pocket Library, the Half-Dime Library and the Dime Library) to thrill the souls of American boys and to fill the hearts of American parents with fear that their sons were being corrupted, beyond all hope by these “yellow-backs.” How groundless that fear was is shown by the fact that some of the most distinguished Americans of to day grew up on a reading diet of Beadle’s dime novels. Exciting and thrilling those stories may have been (opening, as so many of them did, with “Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots rang out and another redskin bit the dust”) but they were also highly moral For the Villain was always foiled, Virtue always triumphed and it is doubtful if a single boy ever was ruined by read ing one of them. Irwin Beadle retired from the firm in 1862, Robert Adams died in 1866, and his two younger broth ers, William and David, succeeded him. With them as partners Eras tus Beadle carried the dime novel to the heights of its success. He continued in the business until 1889. Then he retired with a fortune built up by the dimes and nickels of Young America. He died in 1894— too early to realize that certain of the little “yellow backs” which he sold for a dime would later sell for hundreds of dollars because they are “Americana” and “collectors’ items”! She Wanted to Be President SHE wanted to be President of the United States but if ever there was a forlorn hope it was that ambition of Victoria Clafin Woodhull. She started under the handicap of being born in Ohio to a family that was not only poor but disreputable. And neither she nor her sister, Tennessee Clafln (or “Tennie C.” as she wrote it) ever tried to re trieve the family reputation. In stead, both of them added several shocking items to Puritanical Amer ica’s low estimate of the Clafins. For one thing they went in for spir itualism and, what was worse, they became free love advocates. Victoria first married Dr. Can ning Woodhull but soon discarded him for Col. James H. Blood, a handsome and distinguished Civil war veteran and a kindred spirit; whom she later married. Tennes see went to New York and won the admiration of Commodore Vander bilt who set her and her sister up as brokers. Having thus entered the business world, the sisters set out to prove that women were just as capable as men in other lines of activity. They began publishing Woodhull and Clafln’s Weekly and with it Victoria started her own “boom” lor President. She ran for that high office on a platform of wom en’s rights—and kept right on run ning for many years. She went to Washington and appeared before the judiciary committee of the house of representatives to demand the right to vote. Of course, she failed to win that right just as she failed to get anyone to take her Presidential candidacy seriously. So she finally gave up the at tempt, discarded Colonel Blood and went to England where she acquired another husband, as did her sister. Then both of them disowned free love, won their way into English society and for many years pub lished a magazine devoted to ad vanced views on many subjects. Eventually Victoria settled down into a placid existence as the Lady Bountiful of a small town in Wor cestershire and became known as “a social reformer who suffered for views now generally accepted.” When she died in 1927 at the age of ninety, the vicar who preached her funeral sermon told his hearers, “We have been privileged to have had one of the world’s greatest personalities among us” I ! STAR f DUST ★ ★ jM.ovie • Radio ★ ★★★ By VIRGINIA VALE*** ************ SO PHENOMENAL is the success of National Broad casting company’s Spelling Bee program that soon it will be transferred from its Sat urday afternoon spot to an evening hour on the blue net work. Apparently the whole country teels the .urge to compete, lor mail pours in from colleges, from old people’s homes, from women’s clubs and orphans’ asylums, from volunteer firemen and swanky coun try clubs asking for a chance to join the fun. Paul Wing, who conducts the pro gram, travels around the country at top speed, broadcasting from here and there, drawing such crowds of tans you would think it was Robert Taylor making a personal appear ance. If Carole Lombard is not already one of your favorite stars, she will Dc as soon as you see “Swing High, Swing Low.” She is so beautiful, so in gratiating, such a good sport that you just want to climb up to the screen and shake Fred McMur ray for nearly breaking her heart. This picture may do no end of damage ana cause mnumer- Carole able family rows, Lombard for Carole never nags, never whimpers, never rages. The character she plays is going to be held up as a model for behavior in private life by all the young fiances and husbands. —-K— Frances Farmer, who plays the feminine lead in “Toast of New Fork,” has skyrocketed to fame in record time, but nevertheless, she has not buried her stage ambitions. This summer she will go to New Hampshire to work with the Peter* boro Players. The rest of Hollywood may be lieve that Glenn Morris, Olympic decathlon winner, will make an ideal Tarzan, but Lupe Velez holds firmly to the belief that only Johnny Weismuller can effectively play the part Even Lupe had to admit in the midst of argument that Glenn Morris had the looks and physique for the part, but she still held out that he would never be able to give the Tarzan yell. Whereupon some old meanie said that in that case the producers would hire the same yeller who howled for Johnny. Marion Claire, who for the past two years has been trouping around the country with “The Great Waltz,” has been signed to play Bobby Breen’s mother in “Make a Wish.” Schulberg has signed Lenore Ulric, who was so good as the vi cious grafting friend of “Camille,” to play in “The Great Gambini.” A girl in her ’teens named Wyn Cahoon who has had considerable success on the New York stage has been signed by Columbia, who have also nailed the veteran Dick Arlen down to a contract to keep him from gallivanting off to England again. —■¥— For those audiences that like chills and fever, horror and sus pense, blood and thunder, there are two new pictures just made to or der. “The Soldier and the Lady,” an RKO picture which is really that old classic of spine chillers, "Mich ael Strogoff,” is the more spectacu lar since it Introduces army scenes made in Europe. More intimate, but less blood-curdling, is “Love From a Stranger,” which stars Ann Hard ing and Basil Rathbone. It is a story of a mild young woman who wins a sweepstake prize and mar ries a fiend who has dispatched sev eral wives via morbidly-contrived murder. ODDS AND ENDS—Bing Crosby has been kidded so much about his ballooning figure that he has taken up tennis in an effort to reduce. Inci dentally, did you hear his old friend Harry Barris on his program? And wouldn't you love to see him in a picture with Bing? . . . Basil Rath bone, as I kept reminding myself all through his horrifying antics in “Love From a Stranger,” keeps 86 kinds of tea on hand at his house so as to have just the flavor he wants of an after noon . . . All Hollywood swooped down on the Selznick-lnternational itudios to watch the Coronation scenes in “The Prisoner of Zenda.” And then Madeline Carroll broke up the scene by whispering to Ronald Colman just as the hundreds of extras in the procession got under way, “Don’t look now, but l think we are being followed.” © Western Newspaper Union. Energy in Playing Piano The amount of energy expehded yy a person while playing the piano varies greatly with different com positions. A study of the subject shows that the per-minute energy required to play “Tarentella” by Liszt, is 150 per cent more than that required to play “Songs With out Words,”* by Mendelssohn.—Col lier’s Weekly. Lost and Found By CHARLOTTE B. SILLS © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. AN RUGGLES, spending the summer at her uncle’s camp, looked lazily out at the pine trees from the sleeping porch where she A cool breeze was blowing, and she could hear the water lapping on the rocky shore of the lake. Lar ry Manners, next door, was playing his mandolin dreamily and some what, Nan thought, absent-mindedly. It was such a nice, lazy kind of afternoon that Nan wished that she had not promised herself that she would work. But she had, so she sat up on the bed, yawned, stretched her brown arms and said, almost aloud: “Oh, bother! Typing on a day like this!” She gave a last longing look at the sky, shining blue above tall straight pines, and the lake, dark blue, the way she especially loved it, with icy little whitecaps. Soon her type writer clicked a bustling little stac cato to Larry’s music. -Nan did pub licity work; everything she wrote helped, and she needed the money. When she had worked for nearly an hour, she put in a clean sheet of paper and began a letter to the girl with whom she shared a studio in Boston. “Bab, dear,” the letter began, “I am in love. Of course you would guess it. But I am not just in love with Larry Manners, I love him so much that it hurts. And he doesn't care a bit about me, except that he likes to argue with me and beat me at tennis. I’m always wanting some thing I can't have, but this is the worst yet—” Her paper caught in the roller and Nan took it out to see what was the matter. “Nan! Oh, Nan! Come for a swim.” There was Larry under the trees in his bathing suit. It may have been five minutes, but was probably only four, before Nan was in her bathing suit. She ran down and joined Larry and they swam out to the raft. This was a wobbly affair that the boys next door had made; it tipped over when one climbed on it, and when one sat on it, one was in the water up to the waist, but this did not bother Nan and Lar ry. They sat there and talked until the waves began to dash over them. As they climbed up on the dock and walked up to the camp, a stiff wind was blowing and Nan shivered. But she noticed that the magazines had blown about the porch and she stopped to pick them up. With them she found a piece of the copy she had been working on. “This must have blown away from my work-shop,” she explained, smiling, and ran into the house to dress. Larry walked away slowly, think ing of the picture she made in her red bathing suit, her short black hair blown about by the wind. On the path through the woods, leading to the Manners camp, he stooped and picked up another piece of paper. “The wind is certainly blowing things about,” he thought glancing casually at the paper. By evening the wind had died down and myriads of stars shone over the lake. The Winthrops’ new log cabin was furnished and they were having a big house-warming. Larry stopped to take Nan over in the canoe. Nan had told her uncle to tell Larry that she had a head ache and couldn’t go. Larry, sur prised and disappointed, took the canoe back and reluctantly went to the party alone. “How quiet Larry is,” everyone said. They all missed Nan, too. As the jazz from the phonograph on the Winthrop porch floated over to her through the trees, Nan, who really did have a headache, was prowling with her flash-light under the pine trees. She had looked ev erywhere for the letter to Bab, and couldn’t find it, and had decided that the wind had carried it off. But who | had found it? lay. More ana more worried and an noyed, she gave up the search and went to bed. She dozed fitfully, then, toward morning, fell into a heavy sleep. When she awoke, her first thought was of the letter. Her cheeks burned as she dressed hurriedly. She was ; too nervous to think, but Nan had ; one comforter for all her troubles j — her flivver. Whenever anything went wrong—and Nan’s life had never been easy—Nan went off in the little car and thought things out. She had bought it with the scant sum her father had left tyer, and it had been a more faithful friend than her father had ever been. Now as she started the engine, all she could think of was Larry. What fun they had had when she taught him to run the flivver—Larry, who had a new big car every year! And now she had spoiled everything through her carelessness. Too miserable to care where she was going, Nan drove on. Finally she stopped by old Tumble Brook, and threw herself down in the tall grass. Here, an hour later, Larry found her. As they tore the letter into little pieces (Nan insisted), and watched them float down the stream, Larry said: “Gee, Nan, I’ve been crazy about you all summer, but if I hadn’t seen that letter, I nvght never have got up the nerve—” Parading the Fashions A STYLE show De Luxe for De Ladies on this De Lightful Spring day! Betty Ann feels just a bit the most elegant of the three for her housecoat is superlative. She has “skirts” like the ladies in the feminine yesterdays; her basque is form-fitting; her sash has a bow, and her sleeves puff. The il lusion is so perfect that she is about to reach for smelling salts or a sprig of old lavender. Matrons Have Vanity, Too. Mama, very young for her years, can not resist styles that bring more compliments her way. The no-belt feature of this one is definitely new, and does wonders for the figure a bit past the slim stage. The continuing collar, which in soft pastels is always flattering, gives the break re quired by the all-in-one waist and skirt. The fitted top and flaring bottom make for style plus com fort, a demand matrons, even though youthful, always make. Parties and Picnics. Winifred on the left is privately making up her mind to have a housecoat, too; though she is mightily pleased with the way her print has turned out. She chose this style because the fitted, brok en waist line and front seamed skirt are so very slenderizing. She’s on her way to the 4-H meet ing now and has only stopped to remind Betty Ann of the picnic “The Jolly Twelve” are having on Tuesday. The Patterns. Pattern 1285 comes in sizes 12 20 (30 to 40). Size 14 requires 3% yards of 39 inch material. Pattern 1282 is for sizes 14-20 armies Knowingly? “Does your husband talk in his sleep?” “No, and it’s terribly exasper ating. He just grins.”—Omaha World-Herald. SO THEY GET ALONG Bragga—Does youi wife use your razor to open cans? Docio—Oh, yes, of course, but I use her best powder puff for a shoe polisher. 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