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Upture
Hy Richard Hill Wilkinson
S [11',RlEJ' SOL ROCK cautiously
approached the cabin and knocked
three times. A.holt slid back into
its socket, The door swung open
and a voice caun• out into the night.
"That you, Sol?"
Sol sighed in relief.
"Helly, Nally," be said, stepping
inside, "What luck?"
"None." Sol he rd Belly fishing
for a match, and he said, "Wait a
In[uule, Baldy. 1 gut a scheme I
want to work out."
"They've seed are,," Sol went on.
"Joe and Slim. They've been trail-
ing me all day. ( just kept far
enough to avoid trouble."
"Avoid trouble: Von?" Baldy',
voice sounded incredulous. And Sol
chuclded, "Listen, Baldy, we've
been chasing these two had men for
more than a week now. I'm sick of
it. And now that we've found theta,
I don't aim -to 151 'eat get away."
"So that's why you ran away from
them?" sarcastically,
"Don't be a fool. 1 wanted 'em to
follow ate. They'll be along any,
time now, l made sure they saw me
"ride down in here by silhouetting
myself against the skyline 15 min.
Utes ago. Now here's the point:
They don't know about you, yet,
They think there's only me to con-
tend with. And unless 1 miss my
guess, they aim to get me out of
the 'say tonight,"
"Unless I stop 'em," said Baldy.
"Right, Now get this: I'm !cav-
ing you here alone, see? Cover the
windows and then light up. They'll
think it's me inside here, al] unsus-
pecting."
"Reach toward the sky, boys:
.Drop Tose gun, and we
*round!"
".Eine," said Baldy. "But what's
wrong with me being on the outside
and you on the inside..?"
Sol laughed shortly. "A lot, you
little squirt, Now pipe down and
obey orders. I'm going."
Instantly he grew tense. Every
muscle and nerve and fibre became
alert. He half crouched, half stood
in his hiding place. And as he
watched the cabin, a dins figure took
shape and became a ratan. Another
appeared beside the first,
They lingered only a moment,
then began stealthily to approach
the door. Sol stepped silently from
his hiding place. At the very instant
that one of the figures crouched to
thrust his weight against the door,
he spoke out of the darkness.
"Reach toward the sicy, boys!
Drop those guns and turn around,
the jig's up. We got the drop on
you I"
GL QUL.
C DINED his footsteps,
S In the darkness he stumbled, re-
gained his feet and came on. At the
moment he went down an orange
lance of flame streamed out of the
blackness near the cabin, it was
followed by another.
But before the two 'bandits could
shoot again, the two sin -guns in
Sol's hands thundered,
Answering shots came front the
cabin, Sol felt a searing pain in his
left shoulder. !lis senses began to
reel, And suddenly he realized that
the renegades had accomplished
what he had been unahle to do be-
cause of his stumble. They had fired
at the flash from his guns -high -
honing for a kill.
This was Sol's last thought.
When Sol returned to conscious -
nes: he found himself lying on a
bunk in the cabin. Baldy, grinning
broadly, was standing over hint.
"What the hell did you blow out
that light for?" Sol wanted to know.
"It spoiled nn• aim, made me stmt.
bhe and nearly got me killed."
"'i'hnnphl it would." Baldy
griuued. "\Wanted it to, Toil didn't
think 1 was going to he fool enough
to open the door and stand in the
light so those birds ronld take pot
511012 a1 11he?"
"F\'c•I1, wlat happened, anyway?"
For an answer Baldy pointed
across the room. Sol hooked and
saw w0 Wren flying there, both
holm(' securely,
"Wing -ens I" Sol asked.
"Winged nothing, 1 whacked 'ern
over the head from the doorway
while they were shooting at you.
By the \ray, you almost hit nue with
your own wild shooting."
"Wish f had," Sol grinned, "Say.
squirt, yon ain't 110 dumb as you
look!"
"And 1 sinl so much of a squirt,
either•" Baldy replied indgnantly.
"Net is. 1 blew out that light just
oris f mold show you what a irie
teller 1 was."
Set Off For Pole In Balloon,
Fate A Mystery Fur 33 Years
August of. 1940 ... and the sealer.
Hea'tvaag is nosing through the ice
of Splealae gen, On a routine seal
hunt', 'ler' crew little dream they
are about, to uncover one of the
great mysteries of polar explora-
tion.
"Seals off White Island 1" It t5
the lookout's cry, echoing over the
ice, that startles them into making
their great discovery,
Soon the shouts of the sealers
are mingling with the roar of wal-
rus, Within an hour, the nlell are
busy, skinning,
One of the sealers, seeking water
to wash the gory pelts, sees a
bright object—an aluminum lid --
glinting on the ice. That is the be-
ginning. in a few moments, he has
discovered an upturned boat.
Now he is scuffing up the snow,
excitedly ... a boat hook .. , part
of a n,1u's sleeve, tie 0. on the
verge of uncovering a tragic chap-
ter in the annals of polar explora-
tion,
"I've found Audri'el" The hoarse
shout jerks from his throat and
starts the sealers scrambling over
the ice towards him. Sure enough,
on the boat (took he now brandishes
above his head are the tell-tale
markings: Andree Pol. Exp. 18'!7
Grim Fragments
Soot the ice is yielding up more
and more grim fragments. A Swed-
ish flag, clothing and human bones•
rifles, a sledge, cameras and a diary
until the whole pitiful story of
Salamon Andree's ill-fated expedi-
tion—vividly described by Frank
Illingworth in his book, "Men
Against the Arctic"—can he slowly
pieced together.
Salomon Andree's plan to bal
loon across the North Pole cap-
tured the invagination of the world
—it was a world without airplanes
—of 1897,
Oen July 10 of that year, the
Swede climbed into the gondola of
his balloon, the Eagle, followed by
his two countrymen, Nils Fraenkal
and Kurt Striugborg, The stun
shone brilliantly above the Spitz.
bergen beach, The wind blew
gently towards the North Pole, 550
miles away.
A cheer went up from the men
grouped about the Eagle as she
rose majestically and drifted across
the ice of Virgo Bay. Yet she was
hardly a black speck on the horizon
before doubts were nagging at
their minds. Should they have sub
scribed to such a venture?
Bearer of Good News
At Spitsbergen they continued
to 'wait anxiously. Until one morn-
ing a welcome speck appeared in
the Arctic sky, Growing steadily,
it fluttered into their outstretched
hands, A carrier pigeon—bearer of
good news! Once more, a clheer
went up from the waiting scientists
and newspapermen.
They little knew then that the
exhausted pigeon was to be their
last living contact with the Eagle,
although over the years, with ruth-
less irony, the Arctic Ocean has
continued to deliver up buoys con-
taining "progress messages" drop-
ped on to the pack ice by Andree
in his drifting balloon.
The last scall pathetic reminder
of the explorers was tossed by the
sea on to the Norwegian coast in
1938.
Andree had planned to pilot his
balloon with the aid of drag -chains,
These he hoped would act as rud •
ders, but the chains fell off within
a mile of their starting point.
From that moment, the Eagle
was at the mercy of the wind on
the most hazardous adventure ever
undertaken by balloon.
For several days, the wind held
in the right direction, 13y day the
sun beat down and the balloonists
perspired beneath the shimmering
envelope. At night, the tempera-
ture fell sharply; gas in the balloon
contracted and the Eagle dropped
slowly until the three men could
make out the ragged edges of the
floes. '
Then they met Wow. Andree
turned his head to where the wind
whipped through the shroud litres
and lois expression grew blank, un-
comprehending,
"It's tont" kle flung a head 09.•
wards the 'envelope.
The triangular rent flapped el-
ciously, widening as they stared.
Where an hour before they had
been confident of success, now they
faced disaster. Soon the gondola
was thudding on to the ice and bhe
three 0150 were scrambling out for
dear life,
The Eagle was finished; and the
explorers' plight was desperate.
Their boat was undamaged , , , but
what were the chances of sailing
it through the ice floes of the Polar
Ocean?
With as touch food and equip•
mems as they could carry, they
paddled, hunching their shoulders
against the wind. Before they had
travelled a mile, the ice closed in.
Nothing for it now but to walk,
dragging the boat with them,
Nearing Exhaustion
A month went by, and they
12ateller! their rations dwindle.
One day: "Wove enough food
for a acelc," Andree told them.
They were nearing exhaustion
when Fraenkal saw the seal. Slowly
ire wriggle,[ towards it, aimed and
fired.
Within 0111111 s, they were cut-
ting away the steaming red meat
and cramming it greedily into thei,
mouths.
Their strength and hope were
renewed even if winter 'was
upon them. Yet secretly, they had
given up any real hope of winning
through—although each kept his
fears to himself.
"We'll have a long Walk nest
spring, that's all," Fraenkal joked.
But Andree knew that long be-
fore spring returned to the ice
pack, the eurent would bear them
towards the Pole, beyond the point
where the Eagle lay shattered. He
knew that—saving a miracle—there
would be no spring for them. •
Propped against the side of the
upturned bogt, sick with cold and
fatigue, he wrote in his diary: "We
have eaten the seal's brain, its flesh,
liver, kidneys, heart, blood and in-
testines."
Soon they were chewing the
contents of the intestines, half-
digested fish.
And then . . Andree's miracle
almost happened.
Striugborg was first to notice the
change in the Wiild. "It's veered
north-west!" he shouted.
It was blowing the ice towards
Spitzhergen 1
Still the days dragged on ,
but now there was hope again! The
wind stayed in Its new quarter. The
moving ice drew ever nearer land.
End Of A Diary
One day Andree called joyfully:
to his companions, Veal . , . it was
a distant coastline. Before very
long, their frozen boots were stum-
bling forward over rock, Solid rock.
But land was not enough. It was
the end of their desperate advent-
ure. Too weak to go farther, they
crawled beneath the shelter of their
boat, All they needed now was an-
other miracle!
In November, 1897, nearly five
months after Ile had cast off in tate
Eagle, Salomon Andree took up his
diary for the last time.
The pencil ntoved'painfully in bis
stiffened fingers. He wrote: "Our
position is not especially good."
Thirty-three years later, an
aluminum lid glinted on the ice of
White Island and the mystery of
his end was solved.
Diet and Teeth
Dr. Gutterm Toverud, professor
at the Dental School of Oslo, Nor-
way, recently reported that dental
decay in Norwegian children de-
creased 60 per cent to 80 per cent
during World War II, tiartly be-
cause the wartime diet contained
little refitted carbohydrates, espe-
cially sugar and the sugar products.
Norwegians also ate more fish,
salted herring, potatoes and carrots
—foods high ht calcium, phosphor-
ous, iron and vitamins A, B, C. and
D. In 1949 dental decay in pre-
school children has increased 30
per cent to 40 per cent,
Ponderous Porker—There's 500 pounds of sausage --nearly a
third of a mile of talcs ---wrapped up in this high hog brought
to market by Robert I:lawle.y, The four-year-old baron boar
is foto' feet high. six feet long and weighs 1080 pounds. Packet's
paid Hawley $.12'1,20 for the !tog and sharpened up ?'heir sausage
grinders. The normal-size 1 famm:hire hog in fr,:'-eg•rrtnnd points
_._ up the monster's size.
Might Be A Good Idea To Copy! — A group of some 30
fathers tool: pre -Christmas lessons in how to stuff a stock-
ing, how to trim a tree, how to smoke a pipe without
setting fire to false whiskers and other Santa Claus
techniques, Some of the class are pictured above on
"graduation Day."
Paul Bunyanski
And The Atomski
There is going -to be bottomless
discomfiture and chagrin in the Am-
erican West when readers in that
section have absorbed the words of
Andrei 1. Vishinslcy, Soviet For-
eign Minister, about Russian pm-
gt•ess in the mysteries of atomic
saps a Writer in The Christian
Science Monitor.
Said Mr. Vishinsky at Lake Suc-
cess:
"Right now we are utilizing
atomic energy for our economic
needs in our own economic inter -
we are irrigating deserts; we are
cutting through the jungle and the
tundra; we are spreading life, hap-
piness, prosperity, and welfare in
places where the human footstep has
not been seen for a thousand years."
A Russian -licensed newspaper in
Berlin says atonic explosions were
used to,cut a canal through the Tur-
gai Mountains as part of a mam-
moth water diversion project which
would eventually* involve a chan-
nel 580 miles long, part of which in
the Aral Sea would be deep enough'
for seagoing vessels and twice as
wide as the English Channel,
Dwellers in Michigan, Wiscon-
• sin, and the Pacific Northwest, pro-
bably have thought they had a
monopoly on this sort of thing 01
the doings of their regional hero,
the legendary boss lumberjack Paul
Bunyan and his big blue ox, Babe,
Paul and Babe it was who dug the
St. Lawrence River, the Great
Lakes, and Puget Sound, according
to timber -camp account—and what
a timber camp! The chow tables
were three miles long, and the whole
top of the stove was used for a
hot -cake griddle, with boys skating
around of sides of bacon to keep it
greased,
If one wishes nowadays to get an
impression of the size of the big
blue ox, he must turn to the Ameri;
can South-west, to some such un-
impeachable source as the booklet
covers that:
"If all the steers in Texas were
one big steer, he could stand with
Iris front feet in the Gulf of Mexico,
itis hind feet 111 T'Iudson Bay, and
punch a hole in' the 1110011 with his
horns while he brushed the Hist
off the Aurora 13orealis with his
tail."
But now, alas, the spinners of
folklore apparently 01051 give way
to the pre-eminence of the Slay.
Not only c10 are find the Russians
built the first airplane, the first
submarine, the first electric light,
and the first radio, but we are al-
most impelled to bow to their super-
iority in the art of the tall story.
why praise the man Who keeps
both feet on the vomit!? 1Te isn't
getting anywhere!
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Key To Treasure
Flung From Gallows
Whet the 18th century lrrencit
pirate, Olivier le Vasseur (nick-
named La Beuze), stood on the
gallows, he is said to have flung
to the crowd a faded chart show-
ing where he had buried treasure
worth $450,000,000 - at dlaye, Sey-
chelles Islands. "Find it who can,'
was the challenge he hurled as he
went to his death,
Today, three Kenya treasure
hunters are reported to have locat-
ed a cavern where, according to
the chart which was placed itt
French archives, the treasure lies.
They say their divining instruments
have indicated the presence of gold
and precious stones.
But instruments have also shown
that poisonous gases lie under the
ground, These may be the reputed
"hidden guardian" of the pirate's
loot. Engineers have started to drill
through rock to release the gases.
The treasure 'seekers will enter
the cave in gas masks through a
concealed entrance known only to
themselves,
TIIHAIZN FRONT
J0612uss-e11
I imagine that moat poultrymen
know that they should give each
hen three to four square feet 01
floor space in the laying house, and
that heavy breeds need more tlran
lighter ones.
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But do you know the rest of the
space requirements that will get
the most eggs out of your flock?
Here they are, as agreed upon by
poultry experts of 47 agricultural
colleges:
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Feeders -32 feet of hopper spare
per 100 birds, or 3 4-5 inches per
bird. 1f the birds can eat from
both sides of the hopper, each foot
of length is equal to two feet of
space
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Roosts -6 to 7 inches per bird.
Heavy breeds need more space—no
to 9 inches per hen in warm cli-
mates.
Waterers—One eight -gallon wat
erer or its equivalent per 100 birds.
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Nests -20 box nests per 100
. birds.
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Ail of these figures are mini-
mums. Give your birds more if yon
want—but no less.
If deep litter won't work for
you, there is a reason. Maybe sev-
eral.
Deep litter saves lots of time
and cuts litter cost if handled
properly. Yet deep litter is "out of
the window" for some. And I
mean the whole idea—not just the
litter.
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Deep litter works best !n insu-
lated houses. Insulated houses are
better because they are warmer.
Warm air dries the litter. So, tine
warmer the house, the easier it is to
keep deep litter dry and fluffy.
5
You have to get the most out of
your insulation, too. One flock own-
er thought he should ventilate his
house more when the litter got
damp in cold weather.
So he kept the south door
of the laying house open nearly
all day. His litter stayed damp.
He was putting too much trust
in sunshine and not enough in
temperature.
So he kept the south door
of the lying house open nearly
all day. His litter stayed damp,
He was putting too muoh trust
in sunshine and not enough in
temperature.
1'
Many owners of single-wall
houses also are getting good re-
sults. They are cleaning the house
only once or twice a year—and
that's the test., The reason is that
they're still getting warns tempera-
ture. But, instead of coating from
insulation, it's corning from ler
mentation, which occurs in the
litter with just the right tempera
ture and moisture level.
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Tiflis is shown by a demonstra-
tion flock owner's experience. Site
used deep litter in one end of her
60 -foot house, and 0 worked fine
alt winter. Site put it in the other
end later in the fall and the litter
was ,set all winter.
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'rims of starting probably made
a difference in fermentation. Litter
used for the old hen flock wag
started in early September, that for'
the pullets in late October.
Many flock owners find a little
stirring of deep litter helps in areas
that get damp. Also, adding new
litter occasionally, until the litter
is at least six inches deep, often
helps.
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Lime spread over the litter aids
in keeping litter front sticking to
gether or matting. It is recom-
• mended for periods of unusual
dampness.
The Winnah! — Phillip Get-
man, aged S, holds Buster, the
prize alley oat that nipped top
honors in a cat parade and con-
test in Greenwich Village. Bus-
ter won the title "Homeliest
Cat."
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potocky that Czech uranium, mined mostly at Joachimsthal, is going into Russian at.nnje
energy plants, spotlights Russia's supply of fissionable tnaterials. Map shows USSR's princi-
pal known sources. None of them is very big, but their total yield, mined by machine and hard -
driven laborers, is enough to produce atomic bombs.
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