The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, March 12, 1934, Page 2

FHAP BNy RN AR SIS sEe B AN Sy 1934 Alteration We are remodeling our ready-to-wear department to make reom for new Spring Coats. Suits and Dresses. some wonderful values in new Silk Dresses. ¢ o For this event we are offering In Two Price Groflu'ps” $7.50 and Men’s Phoenix Hose Plain and fancy 3 pair for $1.00 Men’s Handkerchiefs 3 Plain and fancy 10 for $1.00 Men’s Shirts and Shorts $1.00 suit $9.05 . Gray, b!fig, i Fel tSi[) ers GO maroon—all sizes D \' K r \: oys’ Rubber ) - [ ] ] 4,4 Men’s Cotton Hose Black, Brown, Gray-—Sizes 10 to 12 y 9 pair for $1.00 B. M. Behrends ‘Juneau’s Leading Department Store o~ ) [ M.S. NORCO HERE LIGHTHOUSE IS SAT, NIGHT AND DARKENED; TWO SOUTH SUNDAY ATTENDANTS DI Bringing passengers, mail and | freight from the south, the motor- ship Norco, Capt. T. Eckholm, commander and D. T. Sandrant, purser, docked here at 11:30 o'- clock Saturday night and sailed from here for the south by way of Funter Bay and Port Althorp at| 3:30 o'clock Sunday morning. Arriving here on the Norco from Seattle were: C. M. Ellingson, George Cole, G. T. Berry, Char-| lotte Garrison, Mrs. Josephine Gar- rison, Thomas Olson, Chatles John- son, Mrs. Alec Don, Alec Don; from Ketchikan, Frank Day, Rr.! Lindberger. Passengers for Fun- ter Bay were, Mr. and Mrs. Ed| drowned. Carroll. boat was The Norco had'a large cargo for |Catala. Port Althorp, made up mainly of| The light was first reported out empty cases and rolls of fish trapllast Friday night by the North wire. |Star. The Catala hove to to as- Passengers who left here on the|cCertain the cause and the over- Norco were, for Ketchikan, Charlie|turned boat was found. Carlson, Sam Zazoff, Pete Scott, F. L Johnson and Capt. J. M.' Clarke; for Seattle, H. 8. Schulz,| FIVE A. E. Klitz, Mrs. H C. Tennysen, | Mrs. M. E. Buchanan, Mrs. J.| Lortschér, Margaret Lortscher and| Lucy Bortscher. { e BOWLING GAME IS SLATED TONIGHT ON BRUNSWICK ALLEYS Overturned ‘Rowboat Pick- ed Up Off Egg Island in B. C. Waters PRINCE RUPERT, B. C., March | 12—A darkened lighthouse that failed to send out a warning bea- con to mariners is believed to m-‘ dicate the cause of the death of two of its caretakers, Dan Me- Donald, assistant keeper at Egg Island, and James Flewin, mess boy. They are believed to have been Their overturned row found by the steamer HALIBUTERS SELL AT SEATTLE SEATTLE, March 13—Five hall- {but vessels, all from the local |banks, arrived in port today and isold as follows: Spray with 20,000 pounds selling for 10 and 8 cents a pound; Presi- Tonight at 7:30 o'clock on the dent with 15000 pounds selling &t Brunswick Alleys, the Moose and 10% and 8 cents; Restitution with Brunswick teams will meet in a 17.000 pounds selling at 10% and reguldr - contest of the present 8 cents; Thelma II with 18,000 pounds selling for 10 and 8 cents, mo e and Sylvia with 16,000 pounds sell- ATTENTION MASONS ing at 11% and 8 cents. Regular meeting tonight. Work ¢ FE i in the Seconid Degrée. All members Millard Rewis of the Emory uni- e ted to attend. versity wrestling team calms his J. W. LEIVERS, {nerves by playing his cello between % Secretary. ' Practice matches. 1 PASSENGERS. ABOARD. NORAY FOR THIS: PORY Canadian 'Pacifte ‘Stedmer Prin- | cess Norah.is due port_t ev- ening at 6:15 ¢elock fi:?m south. ‘The following ~ passéngers | are aboard, booked for Ju: H G. BA o | g Caps Visor Cravenl;etvte~A>ll sizes $1.00 each LEROY VESTAL, JR. HOST AT LUNCH AND THEATRE PARTY ON SATURDAY Celebrating his ezevenih pirthday, LeRoy Vestal, Jr, was host on Saturday. at a luncheon party given at the bome of his grandparents, Mr. and Mrs, Ray G. Day. Ten young friends joined in the fun and. following the delicious luncheon, served by Mrs, Day, the boys played games until two o'clock when they all attended the matinee at,the Capitol Theatre. Gu were. Horace Adams, Jr., Mrs. B. AAV_ Geddes, Lee Lucas, Laurel erts, Mfs. fi"“!’d Martensen, Peter Warner, Hallie Carmichael, Campbell Church Jr.,|Rice, Keith Petrich, Jimmy Glasse, R VEAED. B ot & 2a 79 jok Merrill and Philip Harland. TEMPORARY, | OFFICE located at the IMPERIAL POOL HALL. B areacd iwm A sued from there Iflwifiq&dn"(}vfis will be is- for the present! R 3 ESTEBETH IN PORT TODAY FROM SITKA T A S N R S P P AN P VR3S 2 .57 AR AT Y B P Y o ARG !Sltka and way points, th_e motor- ship Estebeth, Capt. Edward Bach, and David Ramsay, purser, arrived here at 2:30 o'clock this morning. Splendid weather was encounter- ed on both the outgoing and in- coming trips, Mr. Ramsay said. Arrivals here were: from Sitka— Charles A. Hawthorne; from Tena- kee—Fred Larson and J. E. Boyle; from Hoonah—H. C. Redman and Returning from the round trip | Mrs. M. Ridley. freight, mail and passenger run to| The Estebeth is due to leave on its next regular trip on Thurs- day evening at 8 o'clock. T——————— 086000 obsr oo . TIDES TOMORROW . ® 0 9% 0000 g0eoe Low tide 5:18 a. m., 1.3 feet 1 High tide 11:24 a. m., (1.3 foet Low tide 5:47 p. m., -2.2 feet e Daily Empire Want Ads Pay Judit by JEANNE BOWMAN h Lane Chapter One PERFECT STENOGRAPHER of the Bevi: sloshed on stream thro asphalt pavi Judith La ing on her PRING rain pelted at the office windows the sill, then shot eighteen stories to the as her fingers beat a ratatat-ratata-ratatat- known better than to wear a brand new suit on a morning when the wind was bound to blow up a storm . .. she’d have to call a ns Constructign Company. It the big B, ran in a trickling ugh C-o-n and C-0-m, sheeted ement. ne looked at the window even typewriter. She should haye taxi...ratatat-ratata-ratatating . .. and her hat... maybe she could buy a magazine big enough to cover it while she dashed from lobby to curb . . . ratata ... such a duck of a hat, delft blue and perky . . . so few hats these days looked good on her boyishly cut black hair . . . ratatat . . . eolor made aer eyes look almost blue in-6 stead of grey .. .ting! With quick fingers she whisked the sheet from the roller, slid it across the desk to her employer, Tom Bevins, switched on his desk light with one band and with the other reached for the telephone which whirred impatiently. “Bevins Construction Company, Miss Lane, speaking. Oh yes, Jack- son, I'll tell him. You'd hetter park the car and meet him in the lobby.” She turned from theé telephone. “Jackson’s here with your car, Mr. Tom.” The big head with its shock of iron gray bhair turned with reluc- tance—"Tell him to go back home. | I've got three hours’ work ahead of me. I'll call him when I'm ready.” “But Mr. Tom, you're scheduled to go 'to the Clement dinner. Mrs. Bevins called this afternoon and asked me to see that ycu left here | by five o’clock. It's five fifteen now.” “Confound the Clements. Linen and chatter and not a thing fit for a man to eat. I'll be so almighty glad when we get into the field and I can have real grub off an oil cloth table cover ., . says that reminds me, take this letter.” Judith reached for her note book, snapped a rubber band over the first pages, chose a finely pointed pencil and walted. “Dale, Lampere and Morrison . . . Better address this to Lampere, make it informal. Dear . . . ah, dear Morton: I spoke to you some time ago about the Rio Diablo project. “In case you've forgotten (strike that out). To refresh your memory, about ten years ago, a fly-by-night realty company conceived the idea of damming the Rio Diablo, a tem- peramental stream in south-west Texas, north and east of the Rio Grande, a particularly desolate re- glon. “The idea of the dam was all right, I have ro doubt but what frri- gation and controlled water supply will tura it into one of the leading cltrus_fruit sections of the world. fowever, after they'd talked a lot of poor suckers (strike that out) homeseekers into investing their money in the land; had built a rail- road spur into the country to carry thése poor . . . ah, homeseekers, there, they decamped. “When the affair (put in anothér word for affair, Judy) came to my notice I made a quick trip down there. I found about a hundred of these homeseekers still there be- cause they didn’t have any place else to go. They had sold their old homes to invest in this desert land and were there grubbing a mere ex- istence out of the soil. The spur had been dbandoned and thelr condition ‘was pitiable. own capital, if necessary, and Wwith this end in view will leave here June | first with my engineers to make a complete survey of the project. “I am goidg to want legal protec- | tion every step of the way, for it is possible that the original promoters, finding they may make some more money out of that country, will try to horn in (you'll have to find some other word for horn in, Judy). “I am going to want someone from your office, eitter you or one of your partners, to accompany nie on this trip for the purpose of searching titles, ete. My secretary, Miss Lane. will be available for any steno | eraphic work in connection with the project both here and in the field, | |and will be familiar with all detalls | pertaining to the expedition, should | you call at the office during my tem porary absence. “I will appreciate your immediate attention to this matter and wish to know at your earliest convenience, which one of you (better make that at strik suckers into investing which member of your firm) will ac- company the expedition--" Judith snapped the band on her hook—*“Mr. Tom, you must go on home!” she entreated. “Not ’til I sign that letter,” he countered stubbornly. With resignation the girl turned to the typewriter and sent her fin- gers flying over the keys. Ratatat- ratata-ratatating! The margin bell echoed the final period, and again a letter whisked across the rotished surface of the desk and again the telephone whirred. f “Bevins Construction Company, Miss Lane, speaking.” “Really,” drawled a t~mimnine voice. “Miss Lane, this iz Miss San- ford of the Houston Tribune. Will you have dinner with me this eve- ning?” Judith’s lips, which had curved sinto a smile at the sound of Clia San- ford’s voice, framed a quick answer .+ “Delighted.” “Wait a minute,” warned the other, “there’s & joker in this Invi- tation. Thé dinner is on the Tribune. I'm to interview a perfect stenog- r"?fi"' 3 enjoy that,” returned Judith quickly, She'd been. with Clia on other assignments. “Who is she?” “You,” answered Clia and before Judith eould protest, “meet me in the lobby of the Rice at six thirty.” Judith turned from the telephone with such an expression of bewilder- ment that Bevins, looking up from ‘the letter he had just signed, laughed, “What's wrong, Judy?* “Nothing in particilar,” she fal- tered, “only Clia Sanford said she was going to Interview a perfect “I declded, after my survey, that T'would build that dam; out of-my- stenographier this evening and that I was—" she paused. Tom Bevins, ST “Tomorrow’s Styles Today” “Juneau’s Own Store” “Big Tom,” as his men affectionatély called him, had flushed to the roots of his hair. g “I let you in for that,” he com- fessed. “A discussion of stenogra- phers came up at the Engineers luncheon today. Kline of the Amal- gamated said there was no such a thing as a perfect sténographer, be- WEDNESDAYS SATURDAYS Mandarin Ball Room Revelers cause such a person would have to have the brains of an Einstein, the patience of a Job and the endutance of a Robot. “Judith,” there was small-boy de- | fiance in his voice, “I not only ad- | | mited you possessed these qualities, | I bragged about it. Carlson of the ) Tribune sat across the table from us and he must have listened in.” | “And to think you'ré noted, inter- \ nationally, for your accuracy” || chided Judith. “What would happen | if you exaggerated on a bridge spe- | | cification like that” I should ask tor ‘ a raise, on the strength of what you've « said, but you're already |/ giving me more than I'm worth, so [ — BOWLING Nothing like the thrill of a ten-strike! Develop your game on the finest alleys you ever played on. Brunswick Bowling Alleys Pool Billiards Bowlh.g Cigars Tobacco Soft Drinks Barber Shop in connection Lower Front Stréet, opposite Winter and Pond please, Big Tom, do go on home be- fore Mrs. Bevins gets after me.” “Oh all right.” He arose, walked slowly to his locker, pulled a slouch hat over his hair at a deflant angle and ambled out, slamming the door behind him. The moon-faced clock on' the tewer of the Tribune leered at Judith. Big Tom would be late and Mrs. Bevins would nag at him. Poor, Big Tom. | It would be a reljef to ge* him into the field again where he could re lax. Mrs. Bevins didn’t seem to real- | ize that a man couldn't work at white heat all day, then dine and 1lay cards all night. Of cours e | was considerably younger. She ad mitted being forty-two; Big Tom was past sixty. i Not that this was any of her busi- | ness, Judith reminded Judith. She VISIT THE Salmon Creek Roadhouse ANTON RIESS te > that t was only his stenographer . . . per- fect stenographer, dinned the mem- ory of Clia’s voice. She laughed. To think that in this city of three hun- dred thousand, with its usual ratio of stenographers, she should have been called the perfect one. Five years ago she would have classified a stenographer as some sort of an unskilled business do- mestic. She was in college then, in- tent upon fitting herself to become a civil engineer and her father's partner. She had all of the practical education necessary, having trav- eled with him since her mother's death, when she was twelve, but had wanted to perfect her technical training. She had foregone the pleasure of a South American trip for this pur- pose, and one year before her course was completed, Emil Lane sue- cumbed to a slow tropical fever which had been robbing him of both life and savings: Tom Bevins was in Austin when the dean broke the news to Judith. When he learned of the passing of his friend and early partner, he hur- ried to the girl and after her grief had subsided, helped her readjust her life. He admired her indepen- dent attitude; and when she refused*| financial help, suggested she use the meager life 1usuragee as tuition at a business eollege where she could be speedily supplied with steno- graphic training which would en- able her to care for herself. Equipped with a diploma and de- termination, she progressed from position to position until Big Tom’s secretary married, and she was called to take her pldces (Copyright, 1934, by Jeanne Bowman) Tomorrow, a man comes Into Judith's it B Time To Eat AT ANY time—break- fast, lunch or dinner— youw'll find at Bailey’s a great variety of tasty dishes. You'll 'like our special business men’s lunch. BAILEY’S BEER -If Desired FIRE ALARM CALLS Third and Franklin, Front and Franklin. Front, near Ferry Way: Front, near Gross Apts. Front, opp. City Wharf. Front, near Sawmill. Front at A. J. Office, Willoughby at Totem Grocery, Willoughby, opp. Cash Cole’s Garage. Front and Seward. Front and Main. Second and Main. Fifth and Seward. Seventh and Main. Fire Hall. Home Boarding House. Gastineau and Rawn Way. Second and Gold. Fourth and Harris. Fifth andd_Gold. Fifth and Fast. Seventh and Gold. Fifth and Kennedy. Ninth, back of power house. Calhoun, Apts. Distin and Indian. Ninth and Calhoun. Tenth and C. Twelfth, BP.R. girage. Twelfth and Willoughby. Home Grocery. Seater Tract. S hd B2 IR (R opp. Seaview i i D R e . "