Evening Star Newspaper, August 1, 1937, Page 84

N YOUR enthusiasm for a smooth, tanned skin this summer, are you neglecting to safeguard your hair? A day of brilliant sunshine at the beach, with occasional dips into the cool salt water, will play havoc with your hair and scalp. Careless exposure has a most unattractive way of streak- ing a blonde head, tarnishing red or brown locks and even fading a bru- nette. However, when properly cared for, hair, like the skin, benefits a great deal from the out-of-doors. It is a good idea to cover the hair with some sort of light, porous ma- terial or wear a light straw hat. Be sure not to bind your head tightly in summer time, for air circulating through the hair is a grand tonic. Speaking of a tonic, the use of a reliable one makes the hair antiseptic- ally clean between shampoos. And by all means, brush the hair thor- oughly. A daily brushing cleanses away sand, dust and perspiration. For a quick shampoo at a time when you prefer not to wet your hair (and don’t wash your hair to death in the summer) try an egg-white shampoo. Mme. Elisabeth Rethberg uses egg- “No.” She turned away, as if to avoid the strange look in his eyes, half mockery, half triumph. “I can’t, so please don’t ask me.” Red shrugged his shoulders and sank into one of the overstuffed arm chairs. As he dragged Di-Di into place between his knees, the hooked prongs of the back-scratcher tangled in his trouser leg. He stooped to disengage it ang then tried to break the tasseled loop which attached it to Di-Di’s wrist. The cord proved far too strong but after a little maneuvering he man- aged to work it under the manacle and over Di-Di’s doubled fist, whereupon the loop came free. Striving to concentrate on the prob- lem assigned to him he automatically snapped the back-scratcher against his knee. Its strength and suppleness amazed him and presently drew his attention to something else; at each snap the pulse in Di-Di’s right wrist seemed to jerk out of its even beat. Red held the slender wand poised. “Tracy, will you do me a favor?”’ She turned. *“The same thing?”’ “No. If you'll go into my room and losk in the zipper bag you’ll find one of those crazy Japanese nose guards. Do you mind fetching it here?” “I’ll be glad to.” She brought the mask with its pad of gauze and wonderingly helped ad- just it over Di-Di’s nose and mouth. Suddenly Red gripped the boy’s fin- gers with his free hand and bent them upward violently, holding his own left wrist down. ) “I lied about your eyelids, but I’'m not lying about the bones in your wrist. If you don’t want to hear one of them go, say this after me: ‘Do not buy.’ Say it. Say it!’ : “Do not buy,”” muttered Di-Di. “Louder!?” commanded Red, in- creasing the pressure. “Do not buy,” repeated Di-Di. “Oh,” breathed Tracy, her eyes suddenly wide. “‘Oh!”’ “So it goes back as far as Tokyo!” murmured Red. His right hand opened and closed; presently its fingers forked on the Jap's throat. “‘So, Lieutenant, a thing like you killed Major Lancas- ter Bynne! How?”’ Abruptly the fin- gers clamped hard. “‘How, damn you — how?” The Japanese merely settled his chin and distended the muscles of his neck until they were like iron; his eyes did not begin to bulge nor did his stony expression change. Red desisted and sat brooding. Tracy sank on the edge of a chair, braced her elbows on the desk and hid her face in her hands. The shadows deepened swiftly. When Red looked up the room was enveloped in darkness. ‘“Tracy.” “What?"’ ‘‘Please turn on the lights.”” She rose and did as he asked. “Now will you draw the curtains? I like looking out THIS WEEK ead Ufy BreVifies — by MARTHA LEAVITT Decoration by Major Felten All Blood Is Red into the night but hate having the night look in at me.” First she went to the southern win- dow, then to those facing west. For a moment she stood with upraised arms in the embrasure, her hands clinging to the heavy hangings. Red stared at her, fascinated, for a moment forgetful of all else. She was lovely, lovelier than any woman he had ever known. She FOI' CTION pictures! Everybody likes them, but many ama- teurs hesitate to try a fast shot. Yet you can snap moderate action pictures with any camera — even the box-type — if you shoot from the proper distance and angle. The nearer you are to the sub- ject and the less the angle, the greater the speed of shutter and lens necessary to ‘“stop’’ the action and give proper exposure. For example, if an object is moving at right angles to the camera, at a speed of ten miles an hour, it should be photographed at a distance of seventy- five feet or more. If it is moving diagonally across the field of view it may be photographed at a distance of fifty feet, while if it is moving directly towards or away from the camera it can be photographed at about forty feet, and equally sharp images of the v » Continved from poge six lingered as though regretful to shut out the starlit, peaceful scene, but finally gave the hangings a determined pull. Instantly Red’s eye leaped to a gleam high above her head. ““What's that?"’ he asked sharply. “What? Where? Oh, you fright- ened me!”’ “‘Over your head — the thing shin- ing in the curtain.” “‘Oh. It looks like some sort of a pin.” “Bring it to me.” She had to climb on a chair. “It’s a needle!” *‘Be careful. Bring it here.” The next moment he was examining an ordinary two-inch hypodermic needle, unusual only by reason of its lengtbh. He held it gingerly between thumb and forefinger, then twirled it, Snapshooters object will be obtained in each case. Best results are obtained when the sub- ject is moving diagonally towards the camera at an angle of about 65 degrees. There are times, however, when it is quite necessary to use a camera with a fast shutter and lens, up to, say, 1/500 of a second to stop the action, and a lens aperture of f4.5 or larger for proper exposure. This is especially true when taking even fairly close-up pictures of sports events. When you take your first action pic- tures, make a note of the shutter speed and lens aperture you use for each pic- ture. If the results are not up to your expectations, you can refer to your notes and definitely know whether the shutter speed was too slow, if the sub- ject is blurred, or the lens aperture too small, if the negative is underexposed. It’s really sport, this action snap- shooting. You'll like it! e — Questions From Snapshooters Question: I have a camera with an- astigmat lens 16.3. Can I successfully take pictures or portrails of my baby indoors in daytime? (C. R)). Answer: Yes. Use plain color-sensi- tive film and a small No. 10 flash bulb. Stop the lens down to f11, open the shutter, make the flash and then close the shutter. The flash bulb should be in a reflector and within about ten feet of the baby. Have you a “snapshooting” prob- lem? The expert who conducts this column may be able to help you. Werite to This Week Magazine in care of this newspaper, enclosing o stamped, self-addressed envelope. We will print the answers to as many questions as possible. Others will be answered by mail. — LA A O PN 3 A CANINE ATHLETE TAKES A HIGH ONE: YOU CAN GET ACTION PICTURES LIKE THIS EASILY Mogazine Section white that has been whipped until it 1s stiff. She applies this to her hair and scalp with a small brush, allows it to dry thoroughly and then brushes it out with brisk, vigorous strokes. “Quick, simple and effective,” she says with authority. The noted dancer, Harriet Hoctor, often shampoos and sets her hair her- self. She sprays on a light, non-scented wave-set lotion with an atomizer and then gently presses the hair into waves that are soft and lovely looking. As for the summer coiffure — here are three important rules to follow: 1 Make the hairdress simple. 2 Keep it fairly short. 3 See that it defines the shape of the head. Successful Home Shampoos There’s a best way to shampoo your particvlar kind of hair. And our leaflet gives directions for various types, and names some excellent dry shampoos. To get it, send a three- cent stamp with your request to This Week Mogazine, in care of this newspaper. careful not to prick himself. The back- scratcher slipped from his knee to the floor. He stared down at it blankly, then found his gaze focussing subcon- sciously on the hole in its handle through which the tasseled cord was passed. Something about the size of it fascinated him. He stooped, picked up the back-scratcher and automatically thrust the needle through the hole; its thick butt fitted snug and tight. For- getting he was manacled, he made a leap for the telephone and was promptly jerked off his balance, falling across the arm of the chair. **Quick, Tracy! Call the office! Tell them to fetch Dr. Millar, drunk or sober. Get Captain Wong. Get Yin- Tsao-Feng!”’ Already Tracy was at the telephone but scarcely had she begun to relay the message when a terrific commo- tion arose behind her. Looking over her shoulder, her horrified eyes saw Red’s body extended in air like the lash end of a flail. It came down with a crash, splintering a chair and bound- ing from the leg of the table. With eyes distended she kept on talking, saying the words over and over, terror in her tone. “Doctor Millar!Captain Wong!Yin- Tsao-Feng! Doctor Millar! Captain Wong! Yin — "’ Abruptly the battle broke out with renewed fury. Red was on his knees, butting with his head, striking with his free right hand. Rugs and chairs slithered across the waxed floor. The desk overturned. There was a shat- tering of the glass in the window behind it, and its hangings came down with an incongruous tinkle of brass. Next went the heavy table with a thunderous clamor that shook the house. Now the Japanese was on his feet. His hip locked; there was a movement apparently as simple as a dance evolu- tion and Red’s full length shot out again in mid-air to come down with a sickening thud. Di-Di sprang through the legs of the overturned table, jammed Red’s shoulder against one of them and tugged with all his might, careless of the blood that spurted from his own wrist. “Dr. Millar!” hoarsely. ‘‘Captain Wong! Yin—" Suddenly she became aware of a thundering on the hall door. Her eyes searched for the key which had been lying on the table and found it almost at her feet. She picked it up, rushed to the door and with trembling hands managed to fit it in the lock and turn it. Captain Wong, followed by Car- davan, all but tumbled into the en- tresol. At the instant they entered the sitting room Di-Di succeeded in drawing his hand, stripped of flesh, (Continved on poge 12) screamed Tracy Yin — o