New Britain Herald Newspaper, October 1, 1930, Page 12

Love’s Reawakening The Story of a Wite's By ADELE Dicky “Cuts In,” and Madge, (o " Her Immensc Lotcf, R-alics That Her “Dicky-Eirl' Ange Is Directed at Vevitzen ~Not at Her There was irritating smugness in Phillp Veritzen's com was “making a perf self” in cutting in on Marv out thut “Colin will be 100 mush for him. No amateur can compute with a professional.” But I resolutely kept ""my temper while ! longed for argument which would makc Noel's unreasonable fafhior sec tha injus- " tice he was doing his son. RBut I knew that only Ly an unusual ruce “could T hope to hotl his attention. Mothered by necessiy, a daring peech rose to my lips. I laughed softly and looked up with a chal- ~lenge into his o3 “S “The only trouble with Noel .~ that he is so like you,” I said. “What do you mean?” he de- manded, but T saw th> little gleam “in his cyes, which shows that he is . intensely interested. < “Exactly what I “I cannot imagin: you, .age sitting back ing with other & some and fasciuting rionopolizing your inamorita ay " You know very weli you would be | coing exactly as Noul is doing. Now wouldn't you?” I finished au- | daciously. An Unfortunat: Allusion The gleam in his eyes was deceper now, and he tightened his clasp of my hand as if unconsciously. “Why do you limit me?” h *'queried. “You say ‘at Noel's age.’ «~Can you imagine me tamely relin- i~quishing my interest in a woman 1 * —loved—at any age, even so ad- .vanced a one as you evidently con- sider my present status?” I had brought it on myself, T re- flected, grimly, as Mr. Veritzen's eyes bore down into mine, with the «flaming spari r stronger. I “dropped my own lashes, and from under them sent a furtive glance in .Dicky’'s direction. As I feared, he was looking at us over Helena ““Brixton's shoulder, and though his face showed no emotion whatever, I actually felt the anger which I knew was pouring out of his heart ! “You haven't answered me,” Mr. Veritzen said softly, swinging me in the dance so that 1 no longer could see Dicky. s is | Triumph Over Jealousy GARRISON I tried to make my answer light and casual. “I cannot imagine you giving up anything you happened to fancy, from an old coin to a primitiv painting,” I retorted, carefully | bringing in two of his well-known | hobbies — “unless, of course, you | realized that it really belonged to someone else.” “You flatter me,” he said slowly, and there was derision in his tone. “I am a predatory person and I care [no~ whit for ownership, It I want |anything T get it fairly, it possible; {if not, I take it. Don't forget that.” A Fuacetious Retort Was there an especlal meaning in his voice? 1 feared so, and I did not dare look up for fear I should meet something in his eyes which I | did not wish to sce “Do you know you remind me ir- resistibly of Junior?” I said with a little laugh which cost me much, but which I hoped Dicky saw. I had no wish to have him guess the seri- ousness with which Mr. Veritzen was investing our colloquy. “Sometimes he stands in the middle of the floor and announces to the world at lorge: ‘I'm a bad boy. I'm a very | bad boy. I'm the worst boy in the whole world Dicky Angered “Who's taking the name of my son in vain?” Dicky demanded a: | my elbow and tapped Mr. Veritzen | upon the shoulder in approved stag- | line_fashion. | “Sorry, old man. but I'm taking | her,” he said, “but you needn’t go | partnerless if you're spry upon your teet.” I did not hear Mr. Veritzen's Te- | sponse, for my husband swirled me | quickly away. But at the next turn a peep over Dicky's shoulder show- | ed me the dignified figure of my employer making his way towaru the settee where Lillian and Harry fwere watching the dancers. | “Got a rise out of him that time, | the condemned old goat,” Dicky | growled. and my spirits rose im- | measurably. It was not against me |that my Thusband’s anger was di- rected, but against my employer, and in my present mood I felt that |T could enjoy listening to several | angry philippics against that trou- blesome man. « (Continued Tomorrow) Copyright, 1930, by Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. A SHAKING By Thornton W. Burgess E'en in the very midst of fright It sometimes pays to be polite. —O0ld Mother Nature. Up in a certain beech tree climbed great big Buster Bear. branch of this same beech tree clung Impy the black Chipmunk. hadn’t moved, because he didn’t dare move. Never in all his short had he ever known quite such a fright. It was dreadful. Inside, he kept saying to himself “He's coming for me! He's coming for me! Oh, dear, what shall I do? He's coming for me!” And Impy really thought this was 0. Bear. He didn’t know that Buster didn’t see him; he didn’t know that Buster was fond of beechnuts. So it was quite natural for Impy to think that Buster was after him. He had been afraid when Buster was on the | ground, but it hadn't entered his head that Buster could climb. Reddy Fox couldn’t climb. Old Man Coyote couldn’t climb. This fellow looked 8o big and clumsy that climbing was the last thing he looked capable of Impy couldn't beligve ves. At last Buster reachcd the branch that Tmpy clinging to. Impy was quite a way out toward the énd. Buster began to shake that branch. Impy clung on for dear life. Buster shook harder than ever. He was trying to shake some nuts from ¢ tree, for even then he didn't see Impy. It seemed to Impy that he couldn’t hold on any longer. He was just about to let go and drop, and take his chances of getting hurt, when Buster stopped shaking. You see, Impy had moved and the minute he moved, Buster Bear saw him. “Well, well, well!” said Buster Bear away down in his throat. His voice was grumbly-rumbly. “Well, well, well, who might you I At first Impy couldn't find his tongue. Buster gave the branch an- other shake. “Tzll me,” he com manded, “who are you?” wa “It you please,” replied Impy in a | frightened sounding voice, a Chipmunk.” Only a what?” cried Buster Bear. “Only a Chipmunk, if you please,’ replied Impy, trying very hard to be polite. “I'm only “If you -said he “wh o did you 0ld Mother N me,” said Impy “I don’t believe said Bear in his deepest, most gr! rumbly voice. Who ever 1 a Chipmunk in a black coat? “It you please, it's all the coat I've ever had and, truly, I am a Chip- munk,” replied Impy. _ “Who is your fathe Buster Bea “Striped Chipmunk,” replied Tmpy “Striped Chipr k is my father, i ¥ou please.” know hir replied dear. “But that doesn’t expla Plack coat of yours. Tt idea of Mack-coated Chipmunk “Well, what of it other voice. Tt was a bark. Impy knew that voice Iy. 1t was the voice of his father, Striped Chipmunk ire cnough _there was Striped Chipmunk on the ground beneath the tree Buster Bear looked down | / iture gave nbly- rd of ' demanded Bust emandec sharp litle instant- and To a certain | He | lite | He knew nothing about Buster | Buster | hold on any longer. grinned. “Hello, Striped Chipmunk!” ‘said he. “It's a long time since I've seen you. There is a young fellow up here in this tree who is all black and he says that you are his father.” “Well, what of it?” replied Striped | Chipmunk again. “You know that Reddy Fox once had a black-coated son. Why shouldn't I have one?” This was too much for Buster ta answor (Copy W. Burgess) The next story Bicome Friend ‘Menus ofte Day By “Buster and Impy Mrs. Alexander George Meals for a Day Breakfast—Chilled oranges, cook- | ed wheat ccreal and cream, poach- ed eggs, buttered toast, coffee. | Luncheon—Cream of celery soup, | crackers, sweet pickles, pe 1uit cookies, tea Dinner—Spanish pork chops, bak- ec potatoes, escalloped plant, bread, butter, sliced cucumbers, cot- tage pudding, lemon sauce, coff Pear Sauce 18 pears 6 cups lemon, cut thin, 4 cups sug: Wash, peel and cut halves. Cut out cores. Add and lemon and cook slowly ered pan, 5 minut cook until p when tested chill, | It desired this canned and used during winter. 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Wash in hot soap suds and rinse in | hot like new and the lds will look STORY OF THREE BEARS Moorhead the Minn midals ing Anyhow ire is i bear and ar into the pirited (carters for Bruno and the bears at the local Well unofficial reports this is the story of thr public reside con tribu building larger Jacqueline, 200—Why? ~But Add other stir. | 25 (LP)— | Fashion Plaque | The medinm of shirred black velvet is a most f tering winter fashion. A bow knot of ermine tails is placed at the i.w{c. brimm hat HEALTH for thé New Yok Acadeny of Medicing v Ediedby | Dr. lago Galdston The Electrical Quack In the affairs of mankind, the sublime and the ridiculous are ever intermingled. Electricity, which has been the boon of the informed, has also been the bane of the credulous. From the earliest times, man has looked upon electricity, in its va- rious forms, as an agent which he |might use in the cure or the pre- vention of the numerous ailments to which the human body Is sub- Ject. Thus, in the folklore of many peo- ples, the wearing = of amber beads 3 recommended as a safeguard against disease, and the lode-stone was the forerunner of the rabbit's foot and ‘the horse-chestnut. The mysteries of electricity have always been utilized to exploit the uninformed. In the days when Edison first in- {vented his incandescent lamp, and | Morse the telegraph, the United States was afflicted with a vast variety of electrical quackeries. | Nickel-plated iron contraptions and awe-inspiring coils of wire . were sold for fancy prices as mar- velous electrical cures for every- thing from asthma to zoopsia. Despits the progress in the sei- ence and application of electricity clectrical quackery still thrives There are still so-called electric belts, electric rings and other de- vices through which charlatans and quacks mulct an unsuspecting pub- lic. Certain of the claims made for these electrical quackeries arc most ludicrous. Because, as Is well known, there is iron in the blood, they claim by means of magnets to jon-ize (whatever that may mean) the blood, and thereby cure the body of all its ills. The tragedy is, that many a suf- ferer loses precious time in which he might have gained substantial relief, if not a cure. FLAPPER FANNY SAYs: AEG. U. 3. PAT. OFF. Some people wake up ‘others Jjust wake up late. 8 famous— Barrymore Surprised As Daughter Took Stage: Finds Her Marvelous Actress— One Qf Finest® Ethel Barrymore, shown (left) as she appeared in “Sunday” % 1907 and as in 1902, finds her daugh. ter Ethel Barrymore Colt a “fine school. Miss Colt is shown (right) ] actress. ar the time she was graduated from New York, Oct. 1. (M—Amid the garages and jazz band rehearsal halls, of West Forty-seventh street there stands a building with gleam- ing white facade. It is the royal palace American stage, the Ethel more theater. It was here, in private dressing room suite made restful by its soft, blue decor, that we found Miss Bar- rymore on an afternoon just after rehearsals of “‘Scarlet Sister Mary.” This, we knew, was an important play for it not only compels Miss Barrymore, the first of her family ever to do such, to appear as a negro woman, but it also marked the debut of Ithel Barrymore Colt. This Miss Colt, too, was impor- tant, the ninth generation of the royal stage family taking, for the first time, her pluce as crown prin- cess. Interviewing Miss Barrymore is no task for a sensitive newspaper man. We had heard that she was not wholly in favor of her daugh- ter taking up a stage career, and we asked her if this were true. “I think your question an im- pertinent one,” she answered. “Why shouldn't she go on the stage? My family has always becn on the stage and I con- sider it the highest profession, just as I consider yours (the newspaper profession) the low- est.” Miss Barrymore always says ex- actly what she thinks. R “Ot course, I was a little sur- prised when Ethel came to me,” she continued, “and said she was going to play with me in ‘Scarlet Sister Mary!" “S8he had never said a word be- fere about it, and I had always in- ferred that she would take up mu- sic as a carcer as she is very tal- ented both as a singer and as a pianist. “Now that she has decided on the stage, I am glad. She belongs in the theater. I never tried to in- fluence her one way or another, I believe in allowing my children to choose their own careers. I want her to work. “I certainly wouldn't want her around with nothing to do but play bridge and tennis, or whatever it is that idle people do.” Miss Barrymore is who has never hesitated to talk right back to critics. There is a rumor that she bats more review- ers 4from her playhouse than she | allows to enter. | Knowing this, we'decided, to get | Ler opinion of her daughter an | actress before the critics had an | opportunity to state theirs. “I think my daughter is a fine actress, one of the finest," she answered. “I have seen her in dramatics at school and in rehearsals of the Julia Peter- kin play, and she is marvelous. She doesn't begin her carcer with any illusions about a life of ease and happiness in the theater. She has been with me too much, and she knows that she must work hard, terribly hard. She knows that she must always go on, that she can never stop for onc second as long as she is conscious enough to walk on stage. “She knows of the Barry- #pne actress what TI've gone through, how often I've played when I did not feel like it. I haven't had an understudy in elght years." “And suppose your daughter fol- lows Lionel and John into the movies. Would she desert the stage for talking pictures?” we asked. “The stage is her career, whore she belongs,” was the firm, almost belligerent, an- swer. “She will always be on the stage. Perhaps she may make a talking picture during a summer holiday, but that is all. “My daughter has had many of- fers to appear in pictures, but she has paid no attention to them. First comes the stage, and, then, too, she will continue her studies in music. After that, if she has the time, she may play in a picture. But, only the stage is impor- tant now DOG ALLOWED IN JAIL braska City, Neb., (UP)—Clar- cnce Hike, 18, who is in the city | jaii on a liquor charge, will not be deprived of the company of his? faithiful dog. When Clarence was sent to jail the dog came to the city hall and although he was chased away several times by the jailers, he returned cach time -until the jailers decided to let him share the Talks g5, _Parents Young Delinquents By Alice Judson Peale The children got in the neigh- bor's kitchen and there made away with a bag of cookies and a box of caramels. The remains of the feast on cheeks and chins told the guilty tale. A confercnce with the neighbor revealed the exact cxtent of the damage. Confronted with their deeds the young: sinners ¢miled, remempbering the frast, and mother knew that this was no time for moral indigna- tion. “How would you like it,” she be- gan, “ if someone went into our kitchen and took our cookies and candy and you came home and tound they were all gone? You wouldn't like that, would you?” A dawning scriousness on their faces and grave shaking of heads. “If someone took away some- thing that belonged to you, you would want them to give it back, Reported Engaged Princess Juliana of Holla ported to be engaged to Prince Sig- ward, son of Crown Prince Gustav Adolf of Sweden, wouldn't you?” Vigorous nodding. “But you can't give back the cookies and (caramels, can you, be- cause you've eaten them?" Again looks of pleasure, quickly erased with becoming gravity. “So L think,” mother finished, “that you'll have to pay for the things you took.” “Yes, but we haven't any money. We've spent our allowances.” “Oh, yes, you have, in your banks. You had better get them right away.” The banks were duly brought forth and opened. Mother said that 2% cents from each would repair the damago. 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