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August 20
-Birthday of Benjamin Harrison, 23rd president
: -Oohvention at Wheeling adopted an ordinace
J*” for the state of West Virginia.
0—Clarkevilie. Term., surrendered to Confederates.
i jjLpresldent Johnson proclaimed rebelline In Tex
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BIBLE
tv<e we not all one father? Hath not one
created us? Why do we deal treacher
every man against his brother, by pro
e the covenant of our fathers?—Malach;
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.Infinite is the help man- can yield to man.—
IGNORANCE ABROAD.
*You may not have realized it, what with the
presidential campaign and all, but the great
■ American male is really desperately unhappy.
rAn Englishwoman, writing in a Londor
pAper and quoted in a recent Literary Digest,
sets for the the American man, in fact, if
even "fighting for his life." His wife, she
aepptsflthas a pretty good time; but American
nMn lag far behind their women. Hear what
site says:
,,‘He (the American man) lives in a world
ssjj^arate from theirs. All the excitement and
ropance of life for him is concentrated ir
I office. He goes home in the evening
exhausted, to find his wife fresh as a daisy
starting out for the night. If she insists on
h; going with her, and she does insist, he car
oily do so after a qouple of cocktails, or three
oti, four. So what he sees of the world oi
wj&men he sees in a daze of weariness and
alcohol.
■ £*The tragedy of such American men it
that they are never allowed to go to bed
Tkey are the slaves of wives who are utterly
bared with their company vet will not dis
panse with it." t
•Thu great weariness of American men at
e'^ning undoubtedly explains why the largest
Ajherican cities, where there are the mos:
business men and where the pace is the mos
bilious, offer the most numerous and variec
form of diversion jp the evening. The tirec
business man, it is well known, is a grea
patron of the theater; and he seldom i:
dnigged there by his wife, any more than h
it ^dragged to his golf club by her, or to the
conventions which he loves so dearly.
As a matter of fact, the only significan
thing about the article quoted above is the
revelation which it provides about the average
English view of us. We are often told thai
America is self-centered and ignorant of the
ways of other people; yet no intelligent
American ever was quite as misinformec
about the English as this lady-writer is mis
informed about the American*. She paint)
a very pathetic picture, but no American
would ever recognize nt. It simply is not true
think over the people you know. Art
th. men tired out every evening? Are the
women always “fresh as a daisy" after spend
_ ing‘ day for house
a caring a and three o:
four children? Are husbands and wives tnu
tually bored to the point of extinction ?
Of flpu rse not. Like tome other foreigr
4 ::- tors on American life, this lady jus
£* doesn't know what she is talking about. Thai
1 Anglo-American understanding we'n
Miking for so earnestly will never com*
some of England’s publicists take thr
»1<^ to .find out what we're really like.
: :> ? “Illveat bt And Around Griffin”
d spenders sometimes acquire a fund of
lom.
WHAT DOES YOUR HOU& SAY?
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“A good house is like a story written with
words,” says Professor H. V. Walsh, of the
School of Architecture, Columbia University,
in an interesting article, in “Scrapbook oi
Homes," issued by The Dayton (Ohio) Daily
News.
Continuing, Professor Walsh says: "The av
chitect is the author, the house is the plot ami
the structural forms are the worlds. Like an
exciting story, a beautiful house will stir up
our emotions. In its presence, we will havr
a feeling of snugness, quiet, rest, and protec
tion."
Of course houses talk. Some old, delapi
dated, unoccupied houaea seem to aay: “I'm
apooky—haunted—only ghosts live here! And
there are great manaiona, some of which ac
tually have signs out front: "Private—No
admission. * • Not very inviting, are they? Oi
course the big majority of homes, from the
humble cabin to the most pretentious dwelling,
suggest coolness, comfort and hospitality.
Have you not seen a little blue-eyed cottage?
Through the clean windows you could see
the daintiy, sky-blue draperies, and the little
home seemed to say to all passersby:
"Howdy, folks, a young bride lives here and
she is enjoying fixing up her house."
Do you remember your own boyhood or
girlhood hoitre, with the big roof and small
windows, and possibly a wide front porch
all the way across the front? Why, that
old house has not quit talking To you yet.
You may not have seen it in many years,
but just the thought.of it makes it call to you:
"Come back, son, daughter; take another look
at me and I will tell you something you may
halve forgotten.”
Not only does a house talk; the parts of
a house may haVe something to say. Many
la pantry has got a small boy into trouble by
calling: “Jam—jam—jam I Some front doors,
even when they are closed, seem to invite
friendships, while others— a few of them, at
least—are as forbidding as a bulldog.
And the fireplace, back home, where a
wood fire sparkled, winter evenings, and
mbther’s chair in the corner—these are of the
long ago; but they still speak, in sweet, clear
echoes to the metropolitan who dozes by a
radiator.
IWany of our readers have, at one time or
mother, bought or rented houses in which to
live. If you rented them, they probably
remained "houses;" if you bought them,
they soon became HOME. Anyhow, when
you went out to look at houses, haven't
«een some of them that begged, "please buy
me: 1 suit you, exactly." And haven't you
>een others that shrieked at you, the moment
you come in sight, "No, no! You don't
want me. 1 was not built for you."
Yes, houses talk; what does yours say?
Does it say: "We are getting along pretty
well thank you," or does it say, "There is
much love under this roof." If your house is
mute, teach it to talk—pretty talk.
-Invest In And Around Griffin
WATERMELONS
AND SHOTGUNS.
An Arkansas farmer had a fine watermelon
patch. Into this patch, the other night, came
r man who l.ked melons but didn't intend
to pay for any. I he farmer saw him and i
fired a shotgun at him, wounding^ him. 1 he
marauder had him arrested.
Now an Arkansas judge has agreed with the |
mer, ruling that he had a perfect right to
shoot any man who tried, 0) steal his melons.
We re inclined to agree with the judge.
He A city took storekeeper shot would surely trying be burglarize upheld if J
a at a man to
His store. Shouldn't the same rule apply to a
farmer, ruling that he has a perfect right to
on the ground we re too apt to think that
stealing it isp t a real offense.
•“Invegt In And Around Griifln"—
Sixty students at Tulane University pay
their way by driving taxicabs at night. And|
besides, looking at the practice they get in
adding.
-r-Invest In And Around Griffin
Science has learhcct’how to cook germs by
radio. But . in some restaurants they were
doing it long before radio was ever thought of.
Invrst In And Around Griffin
The headline, "Man Robbed on Train,"
doesn’t seem to us such hot news, So many
people eat in the dining cafs these days.
Invest In And Around Grlflln
British railway workers voted to cut their
wages. Now if the American Prizefighters'
Union could only get together!
Invest In And Around Griffin
A lot of political arguments are exceptional
ly dry conversation, and a lot of them are
all wet.
CRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
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Marco didn’t know either, beyond
offering her a nice tweed shoulder
to cry on. He was deeply shaken
himself. ‘Right up to the pearly
gates,’ 'he jeered in silent- self mock
ery.
“Well, anyway, powder you nose
and you’ll feel better,” he said aloud.
“If I can’t be any more than a
friend I insist upon having you look
your best.’ ’
"You’re the nicest person I ever
knew,” Bertie Lou told him, dab
bing at her eyes and half laughing,
half crying.
“Yeah, nice,' Marco sniffed.
“Don’t you know, Bertie Lou, that
you're a girl in a million? I knew
darned well what I was doing when
I tried to hound you into marrying
me. I’ve heard dads money talk
too many times not to know what
an agreeable sound it makes. And
I thought I could buy you. And
I would, too, if you’d have me.”
Bertie Lou put a hand on his. “If
I loved you the least little bit, Mar
co. it would make me awfully hap
py to be your wife. But I don’t.
I like you immensely. So much that
it's going to hurt not to see you
any more.”
“That's a grief you’ll never know,”
Marco replied. “Just try not seeing
me any more and you find this nice
side of me you seem to know so
much about is only a disguise.”
“It will be you. Marco, who will
end our friendship,” Bertie Lou said
soberly . “I’m not going to any
more parties or night clubs.”
“I don't expect you to until you
are stronger.”
Bertie Lou shook her head. "Not
even then. I never really enjoyed
pretending you could forget there
wasn't -"anything worth living for,”
she said slowly.
"But I've reformed.” Marco main
tained. "I haven’t even got a hip
flask any more.”
"Don’t think I haven't appreciat
ed the sacrifices you’ve made to
p- eep me f rom being lonely,” Bertie
Lou said. “But now that you know
won t lead t0 anything more than
friendship you must forget me, Mar
co. I shouldn't have let you go on
believing I’d change my mind. 1
knew I never could say yes to you.'
“No one knows what he will do,”
Marco stated firmly, And while
there’s life in my body I’ll keep on
hoping that you will care enough
for me someday to marry me.”
“No Marco, we must’nt see each
other any more—we mustn’t. You
don’t know ... I may be tempted as
1 was a while a S° acce »* the
things you can give—pleasure and
travel and a beautiful home, gay
friends and a giddy whirl of ex
citement. dancing in smart hotels
and jazzy clubs, something doing
every minute—” she was growing
excited, speaking very rapidly, “—
everything like a dream, lovely
clothes, real pearls, to melt like
tears in champagne—”
“Wake up," Marco besought her.
“If you ever got dad to give you a
pearl cocktail you’d deserve a medal
distinguished service. You could
get it out of me all right only you
know I won’t have any real jack
for years and years.” *
Bertie Lou laughed. « You see
what a ^ eal y° u have for me,’’she
warned him, "You won't be safe
with me. Marco.”
“I’ll take a chance,” he answer
ed. “You'll never want those things
bad enough to marry for them un
less > ou care about the
I don’t expect you to idolize
me, Bertie Lou, or anything like
that. But I may get to be a habit
that you can’t break if I stick around
and you don’t know how you'll feel
10 I’ ears * rom now -
"Oh, goodness, Marco, you’ll be
bored to death trailing along with
me. And it won't do you a bit oi
good.
“It might. Only !f you ever say
R kain you 11 marry me youve got tc
d ° 11
‘Then ask me first if I want you
or your money. I'm a prfect idiot
not to grab you. It just chances to
be one ol my ethical days, but 1
have others., when I’m soured stiff
at the thought of taking care of mv
self. You see I’m not .a strictly
modern girl. Marco. I always had
someone to look after me . . she
stopped and sniffl'd. “I feel so sor
ry for myself.” she added forlornly.
".You’re modern to the Up of your
lizard slippers.” Marco asserted ve
"The old-fashioned girl
married for protection.
As long as you insist upon having
little love mixed up with it, you’re
Bertie Lou."
“Well, then, let’s get back to town.
have to get up early tomorrow.”
“What for?”
Sack ^ work. Mr.
“Im going to
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44 I can’t remember the name of the book but the movie
version is “Young Love’.”
Harrod has been wonderful. I can !
never thank you enough for get- j
ting me a position with him, Mar
co.
“If I thought it would help my
case any I’d ask him to fire you,”
Marco told her. “Hello, here we
are on the Pike 1 I know a dandy
place to eat down the road a few
miles.”
“What kind of a place?” Bertie
Lou asked suspiciously.
"A swell place.”
“Dancing?”
“Nothing doing, Marco. You’re
trying to start me on the road to
ruin again.”
"You talk like a movie star. Food
won’t hurt you, Bertie Lou. I nev
er knew a girl could be so thin.
Funny how you still look pretty.”
^at a promise not to drink
anything?” she countered.
“Cross my heart.”
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He remained true to his word,
They drank mineral water with
their dinner of roast duckling and
a big cup of coffee with cream for
their deepdish apple pie.
Bertie Lou thought of the usual
demi-tasse, sometimes with brandy,
and the countless cigarets that had
followed the dinners together in
what she called the old days. She [
wondered how Marco liked such
simple fare.
“He’ll tire of it,” she told herself.
"No need to be ruthless. He will
go back to his former friends when
lie becomes bored with this sort of
thing." She looked out at the danc
ing throng in the center of the
room.
"You wouldn’t like to dance
would you?" she asked sympathe
tically.
"Don’t care a thing about it.”
Bertie Lou looked at him with a •
flash of fear. He had spoken with
great conviction. Wh it if she were
wrong, and he really was serious
about dropping out of his giddy
crowd? To have him constantly
offering her the haven and security
of his fortune—he would come into
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• Bertie Lou put down her fork
with a sudden distaste for more
food. She couldn’t play with Mar
co's heart like a tennis ball, bat
ting it this way and that; yes and
no. If she said yes again she must
mean it. And her memory of the
time she had been tempted to mar
ry him was so clear. 8o terribly
clear Just now when, her mind had
flashed back to her father's house.
She could feel the heat of the
night before her wedding, How
frightfully oppressive it had been!
Not long now and it would be like
that again. And her mother, still
weak perhaps from her long illness
up and down stairs, stewing over the
preserves that must be done up,
worrying about her.
“My mother would like you,” she
said to Marco. She was surprised
to hear herself saying it. It was
so far from their previous remarks.
“Does she wear a gingham apron
and make ginger cookies?” Marco
asked eagerly.
“Perfectly delicious ones.”
“Then consider me in love
her,” he said. “Say Bertie Lou.
don’t you let me drive you out
this summer to see her?
if she met me I’d have an ally.
Bertie Lou gazed at him
startled eyes. “Oh no,” she
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The telephone rings.
“Mary, I’ve had tire trouble,” wails Johrj,
44 and won’t be home for another hour.
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his grandmother’s money when he
was 30, he'd told her — was top
tempting when one was in the grip
of despair.
She wanted Marco for a friend,
but she knew that she would have
to face moments of stark loneli
ness, of terror at the approach of
an old age without a home and
children. She knew too, that there
would be times when she would be
seized with a desire to climb higher
on the social ladder than Lila—to
have a finer home and more serv
ants than the girl who had stolen
her husband.
She had had these moments,
these seizures, before. She saw
herself arriving in Wayville in an
imported limousine, with a second
man beside the driver.
She would buy her mother a fine
house—the finest in Wayville; with
a marquee on the lawn, where
guests might have tea in the sum-
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MONDAY. AUGUSTJO- x&* !n *
quickly. “Marco you kiw •
I ! tn stUl married to Rod!
Marco looked uphappy. But you
said you were going to get a divorce
in the spring. It’s spring now, Bcr
tie Lou.
(To Be Continued.)
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