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THE BRIDEGROOM IS DEL A YEO. KSSOIIB I
High above the roaring of the gigantic ‘ :
presses turning out the second edition of the |
New York Evening Star, shrilled the insistent * I
clang of a gong. The press room gang stiff- '
ened into surprised attention. The electric '
power was instantly shut off, but the presses
continued to operate with a slowing
rhythm.
With extreme deliberation the last
copy of the Star dropped from the
dying press neatly folded once, dis
playing a three-column picture of
Connie Allenbury, a socialite young
woman whose name and portrait had
a habit of getting frequently into
print.
As the machinery came to a stand
still, the foreman of the delivery
room thrust his head thru the door,
yelling: “Hey, step on it! We haven’t
got all day! What’s wrong?”
At the same instant a wild-eyed
young man rushed in from the edi
torial rooms, barked a sharp order to
the pressroom foreman.
“Hold everything for a ne<w front
page! We’re killing the Allenbury
yarn!” and dashed to the delivery
room. “Hey, Mac, any papers gone
out yet?”
“I’ll get the checker.” Mac, the
Irishman in charge of loading the
trucks, ordered his men to stop their
work, called the checker. “Have any
trucks gone, Joe?”
“Yeah, number seven.”
“Call him back!” ordered the fran
tic young man from the editorial of
fice. “Unload all papers! We’re kill
ing a story.”
“But he’s gone! Times Square and
Columbus Circle.”
“Rush a motorcycle after him!
We’ve got to get those papers back
—everyone!”
Mac gave the order, got on the
phone to call all newsdealers to tell
them to sell no papers. As the motor
cycle phut-phutted out of the building )
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in pursuit of number seven, Allen, the
wild-eyed young man, rushed back
into the city room, stopped at the
desk of Walden, the city editor, who
was yelling into a telephone: “Are
you ringing Haggerty? Try him
again! Hey, boy. Hop the subway to
Haggerty’s apartment Fifty-second
street and ”
“Yes, sir, I know!” said the office
boy, scooting for the door.
Allen looked worriedly at his wrist
watch. “But he’s to be married at
noon! Won’t he be at the church?"
Walden, thin, bespectacled, ran a
hand through his hair, pulling at it.
“Theh YOU grab a taxi and beat it
to the church! Tell him what’s hap
pened. Bring him here!”
“But I can’t bust up his wedding!”
the dismayed APen almost shouted.
“If you don’t it’s our funeral! Step
on it.” Walden jabbed the receiver
against his ear, yelled into the
mouthpiece: “Are you ringing Hag-
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>■ gerty? Keep on ringing him!”
Warren Haggerty in B.V.D.’s and a
t dress shirt, stood before the mirror in
- his masculinely disordered bedroom
; adjusting his tie. Ching, his Chinese
- houseboy, was ecstatically brushing a
’ high silk hat. The telephone on the
I night table jangled insistently and
1 Ching started to take it up.
“Let it ring!” commanded Hagger
tv, a tall, good-looking young man
nearing thirty. “I’ve had enough gags
- pulled on me this morning!”
“Maybe Miss Benton again,” sug
gested Ching diffidently. “I afraid
maybe she ”
“You’re afraid?” interrupted Hag
gerty grimly. “I’m marrying her, and
you’re afraid! Now, that’s what I call
loyalty!” He took the receiver off the
hook, shoved it. under a pillow on the
bed.
“She say before, if you late, she
tear down church,” said Ching du
biously.
“Even that won’t stop it! Oh, it’s
no use, Ching. I said I’d meet her at
the altar at the stroke of twelve.
There’ll be no reprieve from the Gov
ernor this time.”
“I hope you be velly happy,” said I
Ching mournfully. He watched Hag
gerty put on the high hat and consult
the mirror again. “Velly plitty.”
“Pretty! I’m supposed to be the
bridegroom, not the bride! Take my i
advice, Ching, don’t ever marry.”
“Maybe not so bad, Mr. Haggerty.
My mother and slather they get
mallied . . .”
Haggerty poured himself a drink.
“To the last mile,” he said, lifting
) the glass.
“A melly malliage and many hap
py comebacks.”
The door bell started to ring, kept i
• on ringing, and, Ching, after one
startled glance, went into the living
room. As he opened the door the of
-1 fice -boy Walden had despatched, ran
I past him to Haggerty who appeared
in the doorway.
“Oh, Mr. Haggerty, come quick!”
panted the boy. “You’re wanted at
: the office!
“Ching, I’m wanted at the office!”
beamed Hagerty. “Good old Govern
i or! Good old office. Hustle over to
■ the church, Ching, and tell Miss Ben
-: ton I’ve been delayed. Tell her to call
■ i me at the office.” When the Chinese
- had departed, shaking his head du
’ biously, Haggerty asked the boy what
had happened.
1 “It’s awful to bust up your wed
’ ding, but there was a story they had
! to kill and ”
“What story?” Haggerty became
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS: THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1936.
THEY SAY.
By HUBERT DODD. ,
“I know God will treat me right.”
That sounds about as great—if not
quite'so—as what Job said: “Though
he slay me, yet will I trust in him.”
Job’s wife was like a lot of people
today. She would not serve God and
trust Him unless God rewarded her
with comforts, conveniences and a
right jolly time. She advised Job —
covered with sores, and his children
and loved ones gone—to curse God
and die. But Job knew that to live
truly was a good deal more than pos
sessing earthly jobs. To him life was
simplicity’s art: The just shall live
by simple trust. And Job trusted.
Our common friend, the subject of
our thought, ranks with Job in true
greatness. He had lost in death his
only brother, and his own son and
daughter, within eighteen months. In
stead of growing bitter, he saw thru
his tears of grief the rainbow at
whose end lies the pot of true gold,
the secret of eternal life: TRUST.
“I know God will treat me right!”
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Capt. and Mrs. T. D. Marks and
son, Thomas Donald, Jr., of Quantico,
Va.; Miss Ruth Marks, of Newnan;
Miss Mary Marks, of Atlanta; Mr.
and Mrs. George W. Nichols and
George II and Mr. and Mrs. C. E.
Harris, of Chattanooga; Mr. and Mrs.
John S. Johnson made twenty-six
| guests to share Thanksgiving with
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Marks.
Mrs. A. F. Robinson and Mrs. Joe
Robinson visited in the home of Mr.
and Mrs. J. A. Smith Sunday p.m.
Mr. and Mrs. Frank L. Rdbinson,
of Rome, announce the birth of a son,
Nov. 30, at Summerville hospital.
HOW’RE YOUR METABOLICS?
COLUMBUS, o.—lt depends upon
your metabolic count, according to
Dr. J. H. J. Upham, president-elect of
the American Medical association, as
to whether you are able to stand the
cold or not. This explains, he says,
why women as a class can get along
with less clothing than men—women
have a layer of fatty tissue under
their skins which helps keep the body
heat in and the cold out.
Mrs. George C. Sublette has re
turned home after spending the sum
mer with her sister, Mrs. McNabb.
all attention.
“The London correspondent cabled
last night a swell story on the Allen
bury girl ”
“Connie Allenbury! What kind of
a story?” Haggerty was plainly wor
ried.
“Jackson cabled she was mixed up
in some scrape at a garden party
tried to steal another dame’s husband
“Not Connie Allenbury?” cried
Hagerty incredulously.
“Yes, sir,” replied the office boy.
“All right; then what?”
“Jackson cabled this morning it
was all a mistake. It was somebody
else L She wasn’t even at the party.”
“And we printed it! Good jumping
—.” He buttoned his coat and vest
rapidly, and started to rush out, call
ing: “Come on!”
“Wait a minute, Mr. Haggerty.
They said not to stop for anything,
but you gotta have your pants!”
Haggerty pulled on the gray-striped
trousers that went with his formal -
attire and made a run for the eleva- j
tor. ,
Reporters, re-write men, copyread- •
ers, all pretended to be busily at 1
work as Haggerty strode up to the i
city editor’s desk, but they cast co- i
vert glances at Walden, some in ,
sympathy, some in pleasure that he (
vas going to catch it from the man- .
aging editor. |
Haggerty began to shout twenty i
.’eet from Walden’s desk: “Can’t I ,
stay away from here for a day with- j
>ut someone pulling a boner? You •
call yourself a newspaper man! Your 1
nose should have told you better! I
Why, the story fairly reeks of alco- i
hoi—Jackson was drunk.” j
“I knew the boss hated her father,”
began Walden, eager to clear him
self. '
“And her father hates us,” said
Haggerty grimly. “He’d give his
right eye to blow us up, and you hand
him the dynamite! The one girl in
the world we must handle with gloves
you smear clear across the front
page!”
The ringing of a phone on his desk
spared Walden the rest of the ball
ing out, but his relief was short, for
he began almost at once to mutter
, humble “Yes, sirs” and “No, sirs”
into the mouthpiece.
“The boss is here, Haggerty. He
wants to see you right away.”
“Does he want me—or my jab?
Got a drink?”
Allen, Haggerty’s assistant, back
from his taxi trip to the church, said:
! “There’s a fresh bottle on your desk.
I thought you’d need it.”
“And how!” Haggerty strode into
j his office, had poured a stiff drink
and was raising it to his lips when
I the door flew open and Gladys Ben
ton, a strikingly handsome blonde, in
conventional satin wedding gown with
train, carrying a huge bouquet of
orchids and lilies, came wrathfully in.
“I knew I’d find you with a glass
' in your hand!”
“What are you doing here?” de
manded Haggerty, putting down the
glass. “Didn’t Ching tell you—”
“Sure, Ching told me, and I told
him, and now I’m telling you—l won’t
stand for it! You can’t do this to me.
; The first time it was that fire at sea,
next time the kidnapping ...” She
kicked the train of-her gown out of
the way, glared at him, hands on hips.
: “What’s the gag this time?”
“It’s not a gag. The paper’s made
a terrible mistake.”
“So has little Gladys! Engaged to a
newspaper man! Joe Simpson never
j treated me like this!”
Haggerty was stung. “Then, why
did you divorce him?”
“I’ve asked myself that plenty of
times! First you said a trip to Ber
muda. Then you said Europe. If I
; wait another year it’ll be Little
I America ”
The door opened again and Mr.
Bane, the managing editor, appeared.
“Get rid of that women ana came
to my office!”
{To be continued.) >
C. 1984 M«tro-Goldwyn-M*y*r Corp.
ARTIFICAL RESPIRATION SAVES
BABY GIRL’S LIFE. i
ATLANTA. —Artificial respiration
saved the life of an eight-pound baby
girl, born in a private hospital here
last week. Little Shelby Claudette
Scott was born at 2:30 p.m. but did
not take her first breath until 5:30
p.m. ,
Physicians were about to stop their
efforts and the hopeless father, C.
C. Scott had gone to inform his wife
that the new-born baby was dead,
when suddenly a nurse moved the in
fant slightly. The baby gave a faint
gasp and began to cry. Little Shelby
Claudette now exhibits all the traits
of a normal infant.
The mother is 19 years old and the
father is 20.
NOTICE OF ELECTION
For Mayor and Council for City of
Summerville, Ga., for Year 1937:
On Saturday, Jan. 2, 1937, an elec
tion will be held at the courthouse
in Summerville to elect a Mayor and
four Councilmen for the City of Sum
merville, Ga., for the year 1937.
W. C. STURDIVANT, Mayor.
Capt. Thomas D. Marks and fami
ly returned to Quantico, Va., after
sipending Thanksgiving at home here.
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Summerville, Ga.
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Summerville, Ga.
Nervous, Weak Woman
Soon AU Right
“I had regular shaking spells from
nervousness,” writes Mrs. Cora San
ders, of Paragould, Ark. “I was all
run-down and cramped at my time
until I would have to go to bed. After
my first bottle of Cardui, I was bet
ter. I kept taking Cardui and soon
I was all right. The shaking quit
and I did not cramp. I felt worlds
better. I gave Cardui to my daugh
ter who was in about the same con
dition and she was soon all right.”
CARDUI
Thousands of women testify Cardui bene
fited them. If it does not benefit YOU,
consult a physician.
Tax Notice
Have You Paid Your 1936
Taxes?
Tn order to avoid paying interest, all
State, County and School Taxes for 1936
must be paid before Dec. 20th.
For the convenience of taxpayers I will
be at my office, at the courthouse, every
day after Monday, Dec. 14th.
Pay your taxes by December 20th and
save cost and trouble.
J. A. SCOGGINS
Tax Collector, Chattooga County.
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! | I will be at the following places on days and dates
name below for the purpose of collecting Taxes, and
will be in Summerville every day except days men
| tioned below. I will be glad to stop any place on road
if you will notify me. -My book will close on Dec.
20, as Georgia law directs, and Fi Fa will be issued
and interest charged after this date: ,
TrionNov. 9, Nov. 23, Dec. 7, Dec. 14
Menlo November 10, Nov. 24, Dec. 8
LyerlyNov. 11 p.m., Nov. 25, Dec. 9
Paul Cook- Nov. 13 a.m., Dec. 10 a.m.
J. E. Clowdis Dec. 10, noon
Mrs. Van Fleming Dec. 10, noon
9 Holland Nov. 13 p.m., Dec. 10, p.m.
| Mrs. John Holland Nov. 13 noon
D. A. HemphillNov. 18 a.m., Dec. 11 a.m.
E. E. Martin Nov. 18 noon
Chelsea Nov. 18 p.m., Dec. 11, noon
DirtsellerNov. 11 a.m., Nov. 30 a.m.
W. B. Ward Nov. 30 noon
| BerrytonNov. 30 p.m.
Dry Creek Road Nov. 3
| SublignaNov. 17 a.m., Dec. 4 a.m.
Pat Anderson November 17 p.m.
DirttownNov. 19 noon
(Ben Morgan Nov. 19 p.m., Dec. 4 p.m.
C. P. Hamilton Nov. 17 noon
j W. B. High Nov. 19 a.m.
T. R. Simmons Dec. 2 a.m.
W. R. H. MadduxNovember 20 a.m.
(A. F. Williams November 20 noon
Wilbanks-LoweryNovember 20 p.m.
| CloudlandDecember 2 p.m.
| J. A. SCOGGINS
I Tax Collector
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