Evening Star Newspaper, November 8, 1931, Page 96

FIs THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €, NOVEMBER 8, 1931 Sunday Morning Among the Cross-Wor gob w ACROSS. 86. Pertaining to 16. Employ. r ] silica. 17. Valid mood of the 8 1. Rampart. 88. Upholding god- Sl tiausy; 8. Shoestrings. lessness. x . 13. Deceived. 92. Place. i .. : 93. Lost color. 18. Obvious. 20. Nf:t.lve OEeRE: 97. Island of the 19. Ten-year periods. 21. Vigilant. Gifilaties. giSivage, .. 22. Tending to es- 98. Exclamation of 30. Book of the New cape surprise. - Testament. : 100. Caucasian Wil 33. The lore, as of a 23. Steel construction goat. i o worker. 101. Sharp mountain 35 Blacken. 24, Large tree of the ridge. 37.Italian sculptor ine family. 102. Whig adversary. and architect IA’ id contained in 103. Japanese robe. (1598-1680). 25. Ac 106. Serpent-lizard. 39. Human beings. grapes. 109. Strike-breaker. 41. Genus of West 26. European fish. 110. Silkworm. Indian birds. - 27. Egyptian title. 111. Surroundings. 43. Wooer. . 113.Card game. 20. Crystallized M8~ 115 myrich ¢ 0 m- nesium-iron car- mander. 45. A king of Judea. 46.Small California rockfish. bonate. 116. Father of Shal- 48. Man’s nickname. 62 31. Girl's name. lum: 1 Chr,, 2:40. 49. German poet and 32. Fence of stone. 118. Near; poet. novelist (1778~ 34. Pieced out. 120. Turns. 1842). 36. Contrivance. 122. Pertaining to 51. A game. 37. Raised. coughing. 52.A son of Zerah: 38. Irregular use of 123. Ancient German 1 Chron., 2:6. .- words. people. 54. Erse. 40. Steep flax. 124. Gourmet. 55. French govern- 42. Obstinate. 125. Daubed. i ment securities. 43. Fish net. 126. Cobalt blue pig- 56. African antelope. 44, Style of painting. ment. 58.Book of the Old 45. Dignify. 127. Wanted. Testament. 47, Brilliant jeweled DOWN. 60. Mother of pearl. ornaments. 61. Man's name. 50. Irresolute. 1 1. Peruke. 62. Outer seed coat. 53. Small greenish 2. Theodolite having 66. Offices having finch. revenue without 54. A duke of Edom. wwm: ‘t";"n employment. 57, Creative. B autwirk ofIE. govt ar Sraiicy 59. Replevin of goods 4. Japanese rice representations. unjustly detained. paste. 70. Island in Adriatic 63. Color. 5.Fiber from the Sea. 64. Fasten. T1. Girl's name. 65. Greek god of war. century plant. 67. Recurring on the 6. Headless; French. ninth day; obs. 7.0ld World sand- 73. Keen attention of eye or ear; obs. 76. One of sources of 68. Particular :e;‘r;s piper. indigo. 72. Woman & ne 80. Burmese demon. operators. 8. Resinous sub- 83 Givcove, 74. Flower organ. stance. 83. Former Russian 75. Portico. 9. Turkish imperial emperors. 77. Peruvian Indian. standard. 85. City of Florida. 78. Rodent. 10. Yielded. 87.River in Euro- 79. Pigure having six 11. Obliterates. pean Russia. sides and angles. 12. Contends. 88. Confirms. 81. Noted scientist. 13. Pertaining to the 89. Gray metallic ele- tions for choir. 96. Degraded. 105. Lake in Russia. prince. 1 Kings, 16:s. 83.An Indian buz- skin. ment. 94. Noted American 99..Pen name. 107. Pondered deeply. 112. Depart by ship. 119. Cart-wheel rut; zard; var. 14. Puff up. 90. Briskly; Her. commodore. 103. Rogue. 108. Declivity. 114. American patriot. Scotch. 84. Shine. 15. Fully grown pike. 91. Musical composi- 95. A what-not. 104. Covered with ivy. 111. Mahometan 117. A king of Judah; 121. Seaport of Sicily. ‘The Corn Belt Columnist, or Sending Word to Broadway By George Ade OMETIMES it just seems that one of the large industries of the big town is to slip thrills and gossip from the main stem to Main street and the lonesome stretches of the R. F. D. We who live out in the sticks simply de- wvour the output of the boys who ramble ame:g fhe pitfalls. They tell us stuff which we never ¢ould find out for ourselves. We read and ver. So many things are happening among bright lights that could not happen out here! Most of us never saw New York and tiever will, unless the railroads, to find some- thing to do with their rolling stock, begin run- ping free excursions. In the agricultural Middle West, entirely sur- founded by “the corn, the corn, the golden torn,” as Uncle Dick Oglé8by rhapsodized (at time when it was worth. something per ), we haven't much to do except read at t three newspapers every day so as to find t what clothes are being worn by the pic- ue celebrities who eat at the unusual taurants presided over by the incomparable walters who receive the princely tips. I was a small boy in a prairie town, half-buried in mud, the women, who wore wrappers and presided over humble cot- es, found their whole entertainment in read- gushy and mushy love serials in the week- es. These rag-paper weeklies carried acres diluted fiction dealing with heiresses, noble- n, handsome heroes and glittering social airs. What the submerged women of the 1l towns and country lanes could not find real life they had to take out in day-dreams. The men obtained their knowledge of the way metropolis by reading the Police te and gloating over spicy wood cuis rried in the dime novels and nickel libraries. e owned the Harrigan and Hart song books. most burning curiosity was to find out t New York City and those super-mortals Who strolled along Broadway tasting the full- of life. Times haven't changed so much, after all. ¥he girls of Hickory Crick are now more in- ferested in the styles and capers of Newport pnd Fifth avenue than they are in the dull utine of the home town. They cannot go §Ethe city, so they try to bring the city to country. Young people out in the tall grass more interested in Texas Guinan than they re in Mrs. Gann, officlal hostess for the Vice esident. The adjective most admired by the olescents is “snappy.” They are not so orldly-wise, but they are straining to be, and good many of them engaged in the soulful ort are wilder than hawks. \* After ranging all over the map, I have de- ed the hardest eggs to be found anywhere in the small towns. Not every village youth & tough nut, but the tough ones are tougher than whalebone. Something has got into the rip-roaring small-town lads. Any one of them will roll the bones for $100 a toss when he hasn‘t a solitary bean with which to settle. He is out for adventure that defles all rules and regulations and is tinged with risk. He has a desperate yearning to go up to some large town and hit the high spots. The town girls who have jumped the fence all seem to admire the outlaw-type of boy friend, so he is further encouraged to paint wisecracks on his Shet- land gas-pony, cut holes in his hat, walk just as Capt. Kidd must have walked while striding a bloody deck, and give the metallic ha-ha to the saps who preach virtue and all other persons past 24 years of age. IP the city can write several patronizing letters, every day in the year, to the yokels out among the sun flowers and the jimson weeds, just to give them the low-down and inside of many colorful happenings in the metropolis, why isn't it about time thnt some rube became polite and wrote a letter of acknowledgment to the slickers? If the syndicate columnists can dig dirt by the ton, why should whistling posts, the water tanks, the filling stations and the hick settlements remain in the background? Why not send word to Broadway that beneath many a mail-order sport shirt lurks a desire to bust one or all of the Ten Commandments? Let it be known that Maud Muller no longer rakes the hay, but smokes it, after it has been soaked in tobacco juice, inhaling the smoke clear down to her floating ribs. This contribution is a timid attempt to write, from the extreme background of rural regions, a letter which will be somewhat like all of the letters we have been receiving. We are getting tired of rooming with an {iuferiority complex. This is all hearsay, but I knew it must be true. The night clubs in the cities may have gypped themselves right into the discard, but a certain kind of after-dark resort continues to operate in every part of the supposedly dry belt. It is not on a main highway and has no electric signs and caters to a hand-picked group of night-riding sports. The proprietor is usually a tenant farmer, whose efforts to raise grain and stock have made him worse than broke. His home is in a secluded spot, well back from any traveled road. By driving not more than 50 miles he can get “alky” at $3 a gallon, the same being the latest market quotation. If he fills two five-gallon milk cans, he will have to invest $30. His further stock in trade will be ginger ale and, possibly, a cake of ice. The main room of the humble night club is the kitchen of his farm house. The good wife will make sandwiches or cook up a mess of ham and eggs for roystering visitors. Wild boys and careless girls drive out from town, cut up a byway and take a turn into a private lane, and they arrive at a scene of gayety and are permitted to buy a deadly mix- ture of sugar alcohol and domestic ginger ale at two bits a shot. Even when they measure them high there are 60 doses to the gallon the poor tenant farmer makes a profit of a gallon, less the cost of gasoline and ale and the wear and tear on tires and furniture. No chance to get into trouble some customer “snitches.” We have another apple year and the presses are working. Next month the cider be working. It will work until it becomes hard that any one taking a swig will feel hair curl. No one has invented a “cider brick,” but a man down in Fountain County made discovery worth telling about. He found out that when hard cider was run through a cream separator, the lighter and alcoholic content would be thrown by centrifugal force into one container while the water and solids would fall into the receptacle usually intended to reeeive the heavy butter fats. The volatile liquor thus separated from cider was a quick apple- just as harmless as a rattlesnake. One of boys, who tried a whole flask of it, was found in the woods two days later looking for an unus- ual bird which he had seen climbing up a tree. It was bright red in colo and shaped like & duck, but had fur instead of feathers and ine candescent bulbs for eyes. Also a tail-light. sk i psif E gk VERY neighborhood in the U. 8. A. has a home product in Hollywood or somehow represented in moving and talking pictures. Just this week I learned that the entrancing Janet Gaynor is the niece of a man who roomed with me in the college dormitory. The editor- in-chief of a news reel was born and reared at our county seat. 12 miles to the southwest. Louise Fazenda and Monte Blue once lived in Lafayette, which is over to the southwest. Helen Morgan, when she didn’t have a piano to sit on, was just a village lass, 40 miles to the south. ‘The visitors’ register h at Hazelden Farm contains the names of ie Janis, George Marion, Tom Meighan, Eddie Sutherland, Al Green, Charley Winninger, Grantland Rice, Frank Condon, Booth Tarkington, Harry Leon Wilson and other notables who appeared in pictures, written for pictures or directed pice tures. Because they have been right here among us and were just like neighbors we have the blessed privilege of panning them. Thoughts while strolling: This tang in the Autumn air means that the giggling Tessies (100 miles from any kind of a beach) will no longer frighten horses with their beach pajamas. Why do we get hickory nuts only in alternate years? Oscar Galloway of the Bon Ton filling station books exactly like Heywood Broun, espe= cially after a busy day. Nothing looks more dis= couraged than a musk-melon that has been kept too long. If you want to find out the original color of a farm hand, look at the shaved portion of his neck. “Butch” Pettaway, going to the post office. He gets a catalogue twice a year. Eb Bradford, on the milk truck, & Chicago, Ill, boy who made good in the country. All of the traveling salesmen now travel in their own cars, and most of them keep on traveling. Those three studies in still life have been sitting in front of Memefee’s general store practically all of the time since Bryan made his “cross of gold” speech, weather per- mitting. All of the fat women seen on Main street are married. Somebody. A comforting, thought is that, how- ever hard up a farmer may be, he can always go out and kill a chicken, dig up a few potatoes, shake down a few apples, bake bread and find a crock of milk, break him, but they can’'t starve him. goes Lafe Tilbury. He wrote a mail order for some macaroni seed. the old-time lawyer who wore a Prince Albert, chewed tobacco and said * any one spoke to him. 20 feet high coming head on at hour, g g : i -~ Copyrisht, 1931.) Music World Continued from Fifteentk Page poem by Mrs. Coolidge, wife of the former President, by James Wilkinson, the baritone. The music for it was composed by Maury Mad- ison, nephew of the once popular “Hub” Smith, composer of “Swinging in the Grapevine Swing,” and many other popular songs. “Hub” Smith, who died abroad back in 1903, was in his day one of the bright geniuses of the old Columbia Athletic Club, whose clubhouse passed into the possession of the Young Men’s Christian As- sociation years ago. Although his more serious moments were given over to the State Depart- ment, he was a social favorite high in demand on all occasions. He also wrote an operetta, “Coronets and Coin,” which was one of the most noted contributions of amateur effort ever credited to Washington. It was presented with great success at the National Theater by a brilliant company of local amateurs, T & meeting held last March at the Carlton Hotel in the interest of the development of American music, Senator Phillips Iee Golds- borough of Maryland, presiding, it was unani- mously voted that in view of the work done for the past three years here by the Misses Sutro in their “Salon of American Music,” which brought to Washington a number of talented native American composers, this work be con- tinued.