Evening Star Newspaper, September 15, 1935, Page 102

10 Magazine Section Coming NEXT ISSUE - P. C. WREN 1 Dosen of Ale”’ Another story in the spot- light of world news - the stark, gripping tale of a man who wished hed never gone into Abyssinia. Written by P. C. Wren. author of '‘Beau Geste,” 'Beau Sabreur’ and | other best sellers. FRANR BUCK **Fireball™* In animals, as in humans, the one love that reigns su- | preme is mother-love. Frank | Buck of “Bring 'Em Back f Alive'’ fame relates the stirring l account of his capture of a mother leopard and his search for the lost cubs. & E. W. MARLAND ____"He'Hired Out’ 1s Governor™’ | He made and lost millions in oil: he became governor: today | his legislature is balking at | i social security and E. W. Marland is carrving his fight | to the people of Oklahoma. | Frazier Hunt, noted writer, tells | “'E. W.'s" colorful life story. THE LATE RAY LoNG “Five Minutes to Decide™’ ; One of the last stories by | Ray Long, famous editor and i author, written in collaboration with Frank R. Adams, the | well-known writer. A young | man has only five minutes to | decide between his ‘‘sheet’’ and | the girl he loves. shot him a line of Shakespeer. *“Lead on, McDutf,” I says. And he did But believe me, it I'd known where that crazy P.A. was going to lead me, [ wouldn’t have slept for a week. I'll say this for Buzz. He was more like a father and mother to me those days than a gentleman friend. He had to be. We were too busy. There was my uniform. It had to be just right down to the iast button. There was a line with seventeen words in it 1 had to learn, too. A lot of the girls were dressed up like soldiers, see? And | was the Colonel of the Cold Cream Guards, and had to review 'em. So 1 stand there with a couple of officers till the drill is over. Then [ salute and say: “Men, I'm proud of vou. It’s sol- diers like you that make the Empire what it is today."” Then flags break out — the band plays “God Save the King.”' Curtain! Believe me, it was a great number. Everybody liked it but the Irish. The day the Prince landed, Buzz came to get me in the swellest locoking car | ever saw. It had the top down. And there were two swell looking chauffeurs on the front seat. “What’s the idea of two chauf- feurs?” I says. *‘One for you and one for me,”” says Buzz. , “*And whom are you marrying to- day?” | asks. For he was all Brooks-Brothered up with a high hat, striped pants and everything. He looked like he was born in 'em, too. I had no idea the old Canuck, which is Canadian, was so good-looking. I told him so. “Forget it,”” says Buzz. "I'd like to talk about my manly beauty. but the time has come for you to think about vour Art. 1 want you te get a good look at the Prince, Baby.” ’ “You're Prince enough for me,” [ says. "'Here, hold my other hand.” The first place we went was to try on my uniform. It was supposed to be ready. It had to he ready — I was wearing it that night. It was finished, all right, and an elegant job, too. Thev’d just poured me into it, and I was trving on my hat and sword when every whistle in New York City began blowing. *“That means the Prince is coming up the Bay,” says Buzz. “Come on, or we'll miss the overture.” “I can’t go like this,”” I says. “Sure you can,” says Buzz. **With yvou dressed like that, maybe we can horn in on the parade and get a little Publicity for the Show.” So we headed straight for the Bat- tery. And not a cop stopped us. Why would they? With me in my uniform and Buzz looking like he owned New York, we just had to belong. When we got clear down town, though, 1t was different. There was a million cops there and the Battery was all roped off. “Halt!?”" says the Captain of Police. We halted. “Whomare you?" says the Captain. “We're from the Embassy.”” says Buzz. “Where's your pass?”’ “Here,” says Buzz. “That's good only for the City Hall,” says the Captain. “You can't get through here.” “But Captain! We gotta get through.” “*Sorry, Sir. That’s orders.” “Just minute,”” says Buzz. “Where Jo [ get that pass?”’ *City Hall.” **All right. We'll go there.”” “You can’t,” says the Captain. “‘Broadway’s closed.” **“Then you gotta open her up,”’ says Buzz. **The Colonel here has positively got to be there when His Royal High- ness lands.” The Captain chewed that over. ‘“Hey, Pete!” he called. “*Detall a couple of men to escort these two gentlemen over to the City Hall.” So off we started, led by a couple of motorcycle cops. “Will they give you a pass?”’ 1 asks. “They might,” says Buzz, ““if I use the Boss's name.” THIS WEEK Honey O’Brien Continued from page two “He's not so White Meat,”” 1 says. “Can’t you pick out a good name up nearer the Wish-Bone?"” We never got any further on that because a jot of folks that was standing on the sidewalks began to cheer. And they kept right on cheering. “I wonder why they're doing that,”” I savs. “Search me!"” says Buzz. Then, all of a sudden, he gave a kinda jump like he'd been shot. “Great heavens!” he says. ““You don't The World’s suppose . . . Salute ‘em, Baby, the way Eddie taught you.™ “Salute who?” I cays, *“The crowd,” says Buzz. So [ did. And then maybe they didn't turn loose ! Honest, those cheers we'd heard before was just a whisper. “This is getting good,”” 1 says. “Good?"” says Buzz. “It’s Kolossal! I'hey think you're the Prince. Give ‘em a bow, Baby. Give 'em a how.” I gave 'em the best bow I knew how. Oldest City Continued from page seven wwelve superimposed civilizations — and have been rewarded with wonder- ful finds, increasingly so as we pene- trated deeper into the mound. In the upper levels the remains lacked distinctiof, as though the more recent occupants of this ancient site were a less cultured and less competent people than its earlier settlers. By the time the sixth level was reached, however, we were finding ex- citing things — temples with extra- ordinary cultural relics. In the ninth level we came upon tombs with many skeletal ren.ains, and exquisite orna- ments of gold and of the gold-silver alloy known as electrum. And by the beginning of 1935, with the unearthing of the twelfth level, our site was vielding an interestingly complex architectural layout of many build- ings, courtvards and interconnecting structures. One of the strateyic finds in this burrowing down through the accumu- lations of the Great Mound was the discovery of a varied array of copper implements at the sixth level. This discovery enables us to date the level. For the copper ware and seal cylinders are of the same type and designs as those characteristic of the first dy- nasty of Ur, 3000 to 2600 B.c. There- fore, this sixth-level city can hardly be later than 2600 years before Christ, which means that it was flourishing about 4500 years ago. Anything below this must be older, since these lower levels were occupied first, and sufficient time must be al- lowed for the city to rise, to fall and to be silted over by nature’s inexorable processes. Considering all the evidence the cultural remains of the lower levels, the nature and condition of the ruins, the thickness of the debris — we estimate that the twelfth level is at least fifteen hundred years older than the sixth level, and therefore about 6000 years old. I'he architecture of this tweltth- level city far surpasses that of the later cities which surmounted it. The walls are thicker and more massively built. Particularly interesting was a large central structure, a room about thirty feet long and fourteen feet wide. We call it the White Room because its walls are finished in white plaster — the earliest evidence we have of the use of lime. Many painted pots were found in this White Room, in addition to others that were undecorated, and we believe that here we have reached the period of “the painted pottery peoples” and may expect increasingly valuable relics of their culture in the layers below. In one corner of a room associated with the White Room was a small built-in oven, made of clay; in the oven was a pot with the lid on; and inside the pot were blackened bones. Have we here the remains of a dinner that was in proecess of cooking when disaster overtook the household? 1 think it probable. Our theory is that the house was burned, perhaps in some sudden invasion by an enemy, for a thick layer ot ashes and charred refuse lay over the whole area of the city. It is not unreasonable to suppose that the population was attacked so sud- denly that it had to flee, leaving cverything just as it was, even the mutton stewing in the oven. All that we shall ever know ot these cities must be pieced out of the cir- cumstantial evidence of the tools, the ornaments, the pottery and other objects of their manufacture and use for we can never hope to find the written record of a date. There are no hieroglyphs-here, no inscriptions, no carved monuments. We are groping back into a period perhaps a thousand vears hefore the first crude pictographs of the cuneiform alphabet, before writing was invented — and yet we ind these creditable attainments in pottery and architecture, and can reasonably infer other arts and crafts. We have found numerous spindle whorls, suggesting that the people were acquainted with spinning, and we have found impressions of the texture of cloth on clay, proving that they were able to weave. A variety of stone tools and weapons were gathered in the (welfth level, but no copper or other metal — showing that our city is of neolithic culture — a city, we believe, of the New Stone Age. That the idea of private property was already established may be in- ferred from the frequent occurrence of seal impressions. These are found on the lids and edges of pots and jars, as though the owner of the contents had sealed his property with his signet to guard it against violation. In one of the temples we found twenty speci- mens of the same seal, presumably the temple seal — the crude image of an immense bird, perhaps a vulture, hovering over a stag. Most of the designs of the painted pottery are geometric — triangles and squares and other conventional figures. We found a painted jar in which three men are shown holding hands and dancing, with the images of a sheep- like quadruped between the men. In another instance, on a sealimpression, there were crude images of a man and a woman slinking before the threaten- ing higure of a serpent perhaps a rendering of the Adam and Eve story. All these picturizations are very ele- mentary — hke the drawings scratched by a child. I'he strategic importance of Tepe Gawra lies in the fact that here in one site 15 a section through several periods of prehistory. Thousands of vears are embalmed in these ancient cities. The word *“‘city,” it must be understood, is used in this connection inasomewhat generic sense to indicate a permanent settlement. The cities of Tepe Gawra are nothing to compare with Nineveh or Babylon or any of the great capitals, in magnitude. I estimate that the population of the twelfth-level city could not have exceeded 400 persons. Perhaps some of the inhabitants lived down on the plain, but the presence of cooking stoves, pots and jars, haircombs, cos- metics and other household and personal effects in the houses on the mound suggests that the mound was not merely an acropolis for the for- tress, the temple and other public buildings, but was occupied by dwel- lings too. In October we shall resume work, planning to penetrate next winter into the thirteenth level and perhaps to uncover one or two cities below it. There remain, as indicated by the exploratory trench, at least a dozen levels yet to be excavated — a good five years more of work. By 1940, then, if we are lucky, we ought to know a great deal more about the mysterious “painted pottery peoples’” —and have a clearer view of the emergence of civilization from the Stone Ages F__fi September 15, 1935 \nd it went over so big, I gave ‘em some more. “Gee! They eat it up,” 1 says. ““Too bad 1 ain't the Prince.” “For reasons of my own, I'm glad vou ain’t,”” says Buzz. “But Gosh \Imighty! This is too good to be true.” L.eaning out of the car, he yells to one of the motor cops that’s scorting us: “Hey, Buddy! I remember now where [ left my pass.” And he names the hotel, way up Fifth Avenue, where the real Prince is gomng to stay. “Can we make it?"” asks Buzz. “'On one wheel,” says the cop. When we got to the City Hall, we nearly got what was coming to us. For there was a line of cars waiting there, too. When they saw us going right past, they velled for us to stop. And when we didn’t, a Higher-Up come heating it up alongside and hollers: “*Say! Ain’t His Highness going tostop at the City Hall?"’ “What for?” says Buzz. “To meet the Mayor.” “His Royal Highness has met the Mayor,” says Buzz. “He calls him by his first name. I gotta get him to his hotel now. He ain’t feeling so good."” So we kept right on going. Then all the cars that had been waiting at the City Hall thought maybe they’d better come, too. And all the motorcycle cops thought the same. So by the time we got to Broad- way and Twenty-third Street, we was quite a procession. Then we headed right up Fifth Avenue. Say, it was a riot. Crowds cheering on the sidewalks — folks leaning out of windows. Honest, if I live to be twenty — and [ will, because 1 al- ready have - | never expect to see anything like it again. And me bowing right and left till it gave me a pain in the neck. It gave a lot of other people a pain in the neck, too — when they found out. But now they were hollering their heads off. When we stopped in front of the Prince's hotel we were nearly mobbed. We got into the hotel, though. Then Buzz says: “Listen, Baby. You got a beautiful chassis, but if you ain’t got speed, heaven help you.” Then he grabbed me by the arm, ran me across the lobby and out the Fifty-cighth Street entrance -— which is also an Exit when you're going out - and Into a taxi. “Where to?"” says the driver. “TFollies Theatre,”” says Buzz. “*And step on it!”’ Believe me, that was some ride. 1f [ got any gray hairs, which [ haven't, it’s on account of that taxi driver. We hadn’t been in the Boss’s office five minutes before Reporters. began pouring in in streams. Say, you'd have died to see the Boss handing out photographs of himself. Because all they wanted was pictures ot me. They snapped me every way but standing on my head. And when the afternoon papers came out, did we get Publicity ? Oh, boy! The one I liked best had it clear across the Front Page: CHORUS GIRL STEALS PARADE FROM PRINCE (ROWDS CHEER HONEY O'BRIEN They Go Home Satisfied They Have Seen Royalty So now you know. Yep. That's me — Honey O’Brien. And that’s how I got my start. Buzz made me stay in the Show as long as | got ten Curtain Calls every night. When it dropped down to nine, he got busy. Then one day he comes in with a paper and a fountain pen. “Sign here.” So I signed. “Now,”" hesays, “‘let’s talk business. Will you marry me?"” ‘If T do,” 1 says, “‘can I keep my American Citizenship?”’ “You can,” he says. “And until I get me a new job, you can keep a big Canadian. That paper vou just signed, Baby, was a contract with the Movies tor a thousand dollars a week.”’ So if any of you girls that read this want to get into the Movies, all I can say 1s, go out and grab vourself a good Press Agent.