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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1938-07-08, Page 74 6 2 0 6 6 f. 0 6 7 6 8 8 8 5 1. 9 2 2 9 8 a 0 5 4 2. a a 0 3 3 3 2 a ,) 4.7 •,• 7' J1114 -X '14" 7 , 41— LEGAL tte1$ 7 I. HAYS & MEIR Succeeding R. S. Haps - Barristers, Solicitors,. Conveyancers and Notaries Public. Solicitors for ' the Dominion Bank Office th rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Pdoney 12-38 DANCEY & BOLSBY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, ETC. LOFTUS E. DANCEY, K.G. P. J.. BOLSBY GODERICH BRUSSELS 12-37 ELMER D. BELL, B.A. Successor to John H. Best 'Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public. Seaforth - Ontario 12-36 .PATRICK D. McCONNELL Rev -liter, Solicitor, Notary Public, Office in the Smith Block - Seaforth 3679-te VETERINARY 'A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary Col- lege, University of Toronto. All dip- easesof domestic animals treated bY the 'most modern principles. Charges reasonable: Day pr night calls promptly attended' to. Office on Main Street; Hensall, opposite Town Hall. Phone 116. Breeder of Scottish Ter- riers, Inverness Kennels, Hensel'. 12-37 MEDICAL DR. GILBERT C. JARROTT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario. Mem- ber of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office, 43 Gode- rich Street West. Phone 37. Successor to Dr. Charles Mackay. 12-38 W. C. SFROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S. • Physician and Surgeon Phone 90. Office John St., Seaforth. 12-38 DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence, Goderich St., tleast ot the United Cht rch, Seaforth. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. 12 -ss DR. HUGH' H. ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto, Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate course in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago; Royal Opthalmie Hospital, Lon.don, England; University Hospital, Lon- don., England. Office—Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seafortia. 12-36 DR. E. A. No -MASTER Graduate of the University of Toron- to, Faculty of Medicine Member of College, of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; graduate of New Jork Post Graduate School and Lying- Hospital, NOW York. Of- fice on High Street, Seaforth. Phone 27. Office fully equipped for X-ray diagnosis and nitre short wave, elec- tric treatment, Ultra Violet Sun Lamp treatments, and Litre Red electric treatment. Nurse in attendance, • 12-38 SECOND INSTALMENT SYNOPSIS , - With his paituer, Rosy Rand,„'. Dove Turner, is on his way to his ranch at Single Shot. Both are 'returning from prieon, where they have served sentences for unjust convictions. On the train, which is 'carrying a large sum of money Rosy's quick action and stralg,ht shooting foils a hold-up while Dave saves the life of Martin Quinn., a gambler, who is being threatened by a. desperado. The three become fast friends. They looked up to see Hoagy shuf- fling drown the aisle intoning to the car; "Single Shot. Five minutes to Single Shot.” He stopped by their seat and look- ed judiciously at Rand, "I been up to the cag talkinf with the boys. They tell me you pulled 'em out of a tight 'spot." 'Pm goin' into Walp,ais on this run. I'll tell the super. There may be some money in it for you." Rand flushed. "They can keep it." Rand thought a rainute. "All right. If he wants to do somethinO have him write the warden at: Yuma and, tell DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate In Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Opthal mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial Hotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in _each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 4.30 p.m. 53 Waterloo Street South, Strat iord. 12-37 DENTAL him." 'Warden? slowly, "I'm out on, parole," Rand toldshint. Turner's nod confirmed him. Quinn shoo*--lais, head slowly, looking from one to the other. , 'If a gambler -'e word in a tight place will do you any good, let me know, I'll be at the Free Throwin Single Shot." "We'll be neighbers, then," Turner said. "My dad's got a spread near there," The Sierra Blancee must 1.i.ave look- ed at the town or Single Shot with a degree of tolerance, since this irregu- lar and shabby oowtown had been al- lowed to remain at the mouth of its deep valley for more than forty years. South of the town lay the foothills sloping in three stippled swells to the semi -arid plans many miles be- low. Lemming up as a mountain in its own right, to the west. 'of the town and a little to the south lay Coahuila Butte, a spur of Old Cartridge. To tl.e east, more mountains, but low, over which the train had labored t night to coast triumphantly and aces- ly into the station. Dave was glued to the window, Rosy ieehind him. "See her?" Rosy asked. Dave's answer was long in coming. `'No. Reckon Mary didn't get my let - t er , after all." -They were the last two out of the car and as they descended to the eta - tion platform, Dave's eyes roved the small crowd for a sign of his sister. She was not there. She, too, then had• been ashamed to be seen in pub- lic with a jailbirdbrother. "Ain't you Dave Turner?" Dave turned. Confronting him was a fat, shapeless man, looking like two hundred -odd pounds of soiled clothes toppedby a greasy Stetson. g - he wore rage4; saber mustaches' be- e thick-nostrited nose and his eyes were unblinking, red -rimmed. Dave recognized him at once. "Sure, I'm Dave Turner. You're Sheriff Lowe—still," Dave said dry- ly. "Uh-huhu. Still. train?' "Yeah," Dave drawled. "Lookin' for your sister?" "Uh-hub. I figgered she's meet me he e." "She won't." Dave's eyes narrowed a little. "No? She knew I was comin"." "I reckon she knew. does." "Then where is she?" "Soledad." "Soledad? I asked her to meet me here." • "Ain't Soledad as close to your spread as Single ,Shot?"' The Sheriff. countered. , "Sure. What of Yuma?" Hoagy said DR. J. A. McTAGGART Graduate Royal College of Dental Surgeon's, Toronto. Office at Hettsall, Ont. Phone 106. 12-37 AUCTIONEERS HAROLD DALE Licensed Auctioneer Specialist In farm and ihousehold sales. Prices ,reasorrable. 'For dates stad information, write or phone Har- old Dale. Phone 149, Seaforth, or aPelY at The Expositor Office.' - 12-s? Come on this Everybedy please." "I reckon not. Not if you come here." A new voice broke into the conver- sation, Quinn's, "These two men ,fought off a train robbery tonight, Sheriff. If that's not law-abiding enough for you, what is?" The sheriff turned, on Quinn. - "If I was you and diad business to mind, I'd mind it." , "That's good advice," Quinn cons ceded. "It. might apply to you, too." He turned to Dave. "When I see some of these whistle-stop John Laws, I sometimes wish my old man -had been hung for rustlin'," he drawled. "Mark of honor in some. C9.809, I'd call it." The sheriff's ,eyes, barely flickered. "You only been` in this, town two weeks. Mebbe you'd like to ride out with Turner?" Quinn slowly placed on his head the black, shapeless Stetsozi he had been camping. "Wlhen you run Tur- ner out of town for good, Sheriff, then you ean start on ine,", he said in a low voice. "Very likely, by that tithe 1'11 be willing to go." He turned and walked slowly off around the corner. At this moment the train bell clang- ed, announcing its departure. Hoagy, who had been listening to the argu- ment, laid a lhandon Dave's arm. 'if she's waitin' Soledad, you better climb on." "Thanks, Hoagy," Dave said, with- out taking his eyes from the sheriff's fat face. • "Hank, 1 dunno When I'll be in Single Shot, but when I take a notion I'll be in." . When the thrashing lomotive had labored its way around Coahuila Butte, the chief 'physical obstacle sep- aratin.g the two towns, it subsided in- to the Soledad station, disgorging two lone passengers, cowpunchers, war - hags in hand. A small figure ran quickly from the ahaclows of the station, saying one word: "Dave!" Dave held her at arm's length, his hands' on her shoulders. "Mary," he said simply, huskily. "Why, 1 rcckon—I—why you're beau- tiful, sis. But where's • the corn -col- ored hair?. It's brown and nice and crinkly now." A slight flush diffused the girl's face and her wide moist eyes looked at him with affection, with a serenity in their b: -wn, depths. She was half a head ehorter than Dave, but straight, e:ect as a cavalryman in her riding breeches and white, open - necked shi:t. Her body was slender, yet full and rounded. "But Dave, my hair turned, just like mother's. But you haven't changed. You've filled out, but those eyes give you away." They laughed together., "Haven't you forgotten something, Dave?" She didn't wait for an ansWer, but turned to Rosy. ' "You're Rosy Rand Dave wrote a- bout. I'm Mary." She extended her hand and Rosy took it, mumbling something that was lost in the sled den thickness of his tongue. They walked- behind the station to where the horses were hitched. "I brought a big bay for Mr. Rand. You wrote me he was so big, Dave." They found their horses. Dave's hand subbed up against somebhing slung from the saddle horn. "What's this, sis?" be said slowly. "Guns?" Mary hesitated a moment before an- swering. "Yes. I didn't know whe- ther youtd have ahy or not." "Is there anything wrong?" Dave asked. "No. Not especially. I just didn't know whether you'd have them or not." Mary Kept up a continual stream of animated talk as they rode through the town, headed north in the direc- tion of the mountains. Everything that had happened that Dave might want to know, she told him. Soon he found his opportunity to speak. They were far from town, riding abreast, the niglff was warm and friendly, a smelt of sagebrush was in the thin air. that clad always wanted to ditch -for aint to Ihay?" "And never did. Sure!" • "There are five families of nesters on there now," Mau said slowly. "They hate IL& Finraegan--one of the hands—went down and they took his gun away from him when he ordered them off. Dave, maybe they third( your ocening home will mean they will be kicked, off. They might—" a notion., to take a crack at me," Dave finished. "Is that it?" "Now you know," Mary Said quiet- ly. "Maybe," Dave said dubiously. "Why haven't they been kicked off? "What about the sheriff?" "Help our family7 He barely speaks, to me on thkgreet. You see, he still holds that ',Ws foolishness against It was the first reference to Dave's prison term and be as glad Mary was open about it, He began to re- alize bitterly 'Me the years of prison thad been torture for some one be- sides himself. . "And what else, sis? What else made you bring the guns?" Mary sighed. "You were stubborn as a kid, Dave, and I see you haven't changed. He's a mine owner... He's bought up land just • above Single Shot. You know where the trail goes in•to thenotch just behind Coahuila Butte and down the mounteineide in- to Single Shot?" "Sure!" "And you kn,ow how steep the mountainside is? • How the only way you can get down it is through that dry wash? Well, he's, built a mine, the Draw Three, right at the mouth of that wash at the bottom of the slope." "What about it?" Dave eaid. "Wait a minute. Do you remem- ber, too, that little -lake just below Old Cartridge that's ao close to the edge of the rim -rock?" "Of ceurse. That's all isn't it?" "It still is," Mary said. "Well, the lake is only a few yards from the rock rim and our boundary. Ham- mond, When he bought the mine, said that in the deed there was a lake mentioned," ' 'Dave's mouth sagged. ''Lake? Why, it's ours. When dad registered that land, he took a hundred and sixty ac- res off the west and put it en the east so as to inchide the lake. Why doesn't Hammond leek it up?" "Oh, it's all so stupid. Dave. The maps show that section perfectly square, showsthe lake off our land. I've shown him the papers and every- thing else, but the map is drawn wrong and he won't believe me. He threatens to take it to law if we haven't given in by the time he needs the water." "And what does the sheriff think about that?" Dave asked sardonical- ly. "He won't have anything to do with it," Mary said. "I don't think I like that sheriff," Rosy drawled. all right," Dave said. "A good man. He's dumb and patient, but he is hon -est. When he get's rilee, though, watch out. You'd never know It, but that big fat jasper has got a draw that's .as soft and quick as a whisper. He's never been- afraid in hie life." The far yipe of a coyote came to Dave's ears, interrupting his thoughts. "What about the courts, Mary?" Dave asked presently, out of a rev• erie. "Those nesters, haven't right there, have they?" (Continued Next Week) Dr, Harry V. Fuller, former head of Valparaiso, Ind., University's science -department, used a radio to drive rats from his hen house. After rats kill- ed 400 young turkeys in the ben hone. After rats killed 400 Young ittrkeys in the hen house, he instailed the radio and kept it going full blast sight andi day. The rats disappeared while the turkeyis thrived) on the diet ag Nu** Meg* ad forgotten Mary would be a woman now. "Nothint If I vas you, I'd go to 8oledad and m.ee her there." Dave was qUiet a long moment. "You ,haven't got the guts to say it right out, have you, Hank?" A small group of loafers had col- lected, "I reckon I have. Get out," the sheriff said flatly. "Why?" Dave asked bluntly. "I got enough trouble without let' tin' more of it walk right into town." "I'm out," Dave mid slowly. "I didn't escape from prison.. I was par- doned." "I took my whippin'. Eight years, of it, for thorse-thief that de- rw .-anyvatepo 1 our water, any Bioodh u.nds (Conde -need from Ilinraid TribUne, , 1N'w 014 . 11^ •A fourteen -year 010 lady -Gretrer A. Whalen,. Jr., was leaving hie father's Dobb's Ferry, N.Y., estate_ for prepar- atory sehool. This was on Septem- ber 27, 1935..rally in the d‘ay he. left his honxe to make a round of the neighbotheted to say goodbye. And he didn't come back. An hour passed'. The telept,ones were set to work.' No trace of , the boy. Then the hue 'and cry was raised, and po- ;ice began the hunt. But every Manner of searching proved futile; and it began tee look ,like a kidnapping. . Finally Captain Kemmler of the New York State Police, came on the scene with a brace of right unspec- tacular dogs. They were Red, rutotis in color, and Queeruie, black and, tan. The dogs were frien.dly of heart and of aspect, smallish in stature, with 1- diculously long lop ears and hanging dewlaps. Each wore a black leather harnese with, a greenish three-foot woven leash. The two hounds Wagged their tails pleasantly as they blinked at the crowd. Nobody could be afraid of these peaceful pups; and nobody was supposed to be. A Coat of young Grover's 6,nd a pair of shoes were brought from blee house and held in front of Red and Queenie. Gravely, intently, both hounds sniffed at coat and shoes. And now they lost their, air of impersonal friendliness. Both' were intent on what lay before them. With heavy muzzles to the .earth, they cast about. Presently, thrbugla all that maze of alien footsteps, they Ctrtic.k the boy's trail. Their masters leaned back from being pulled off their feet. The hunt was on. , Finally Red and tits mate stopped short at the edge of a, ravine. With nostrils still to earth, the hounds pillaged aster the almost clifflike side of the gulch, and at the bottom the police found a huddled body, hidden in underbrush. Young Whalen had been walking the cliff -top path when his foot had' slipped. He had plung- ed to the bottom of the ravine. And there, but for the two hounds, he might still be lying, For he was helpless and in grave need of medical care. "I have worked with other breeds whiCh are almost as good at track- ing," Captain Keminler told me later. "But I like bloodhounds best. I don't care to set dogs en a trail who are likely to wind up a chase by biting chunks out of the person they have run to earth. Our bloodhounds nev- er do that. "In ten months our three dogs have discovered more than a dozen lost persons—mostly children—who might not. have stayed alive if they hadn't been found. They have trailed al- most as rnany people who weren't alive when the trail ended. "About four times a week I send some man in a car to a distant bit of, country. There 1 have him get out and walk for several miles in a twis- ty zig-zag course. The next day or the next night (at night we use flash- lights, so as to accustom eur hounds to the glare and uncertaintyof them) 1 let the three bloodhounds follow. "I always arrange that the hunted man shall be at the end of the trail with a slice of raw liver to pay the dogs for their work. Never do they fail to find him, no matter how he may have tried to confuse his tracks." ' A few years ago a State Police BloOdhound salved a "lost child" mys- tery which paralleled the Lindbergh tragedy in some details. At 2 a.m. an June I, 1920, Mrs. Geo, H, Coughlin of Norristown, Pa., woke with an impression of hearing a child's muffled cry and the tinkle of glass. Her thirteen -months old baby son, who slept in the next room, was found missing. The top of a ladder showed above the sill of the open window. The kidnapper ordered Coughlin to drop a package containing $6,000 from the Atlantic city flyer at a certain point on a given afternoon. Coughlin was to s -can the track until he should see a white sheet tiedbetween, two trees somewhere along the line. Just beyond this sheet he was to toss out the money. Before the sehediuled time, a horde of plainelothesinen arrived secretly on the scene, and among them was a leggy and dismal reddish bloodhound, Commissioner by name. The flyer whizzed by. Just after it had passed the wthite sheet, a package was tossed out; and soon a man was seen strolling along the railroad eight of way. The stranger glanced idly at the money package. But he did not pick it up. He saun- tered on. Then he hesitated and turned back. But at this moment he caught a glimpse of one of the hidden watchers, The man had not touched the package of money; and when seized. he denied all knowledge of the white sheet. Then it was that Commissioner came into bhe picture. Without being tahen within many yards of the pris- oner, the red dog was allowed to smell long and thoughtfully at various parts of the shoot, especially wh.ere hands had been busy tying its tor- ners to the trees. As soon as he had, established the scent to his own satisfaction, Com- missioner dashed away. Straight through the clump of police he ran. He halted In front of the prisoner, rising on iiie'hind lege and bracing both splayed forepaws on the man's chest. Then he waked the echoes with a bugle -voiced, bay of triumph. His work was done. Afterwards the prisoner broke down and confessed that he bad stol- en. the Oritighlin, baby. But for the genius, of one old sad -eyed lop-eared bloodhound, he might perhaps have gone free. I think it is this name 'bloodhound' that has given its bearer his unde- serve'd repute for savagery. Yet the name's origin was harmless enough. When a wounded deer OT other game, c'enturres ago, esea.ped from the ring of encircling killer -dogs, leaving a trail of blood, this breed of hound was brought up to trace the gory trail to the quarry's final place Of re- fuge. 'innate the term "blot:Abound" Fruit Crop Report Eastern Ontario.—The prospects for a heavy crop of apples is not Oita as good as it was the first of the month. Most varieties promise an 'average crop in Northumberland, Prince Ed- ward and Hastings Counties, as well as the St. Lawrence district, with somewhat lighter -crop of winter var- itties in Durham and Ontario Coun- ties. On the whole, total apple pro- duetion in Eastern Ontario should be considerably larger than last year. Showery weather two weeks ago was favorable for the development of scab which is ditowing on foliage and apples in some orchards. Oherries will only be au crop. Brown rot is showing orchards. Plums and pears light crops. Northern Ontario.—Although rather early to give definite indications, it would appear that early varieties of apples such as Wealthy, Duchess and, McIntosh show abeve average pro- spects. Other varieties" below aver- age; other fruits, average. "Is there something wrong, Mary? What is it? Why did you bring the gum?" "Well, it was a combination of ev- erything, Dave. The sheriff warned me not to meet you in Single Shot because he wouldn't let you of the brain there. I thought there might be an argument. If It was a bad one it would be pretty wise to carry a gun, wouldn't it?" • • "You've got to do better than that, Mary," Dave said quietly. "Sheriffs don't bushwhack." Mary sighed. "All right. I'll tell you. Her voice was grave. "Do .you remember those three sections ag our 8Oatil4Un» risht against t4e bp.djande , average In some will be Condition of Vegetables Prespects for vegetable production are considered goad. Frost retarded the growth ,ef early potatoes in the early producing areas, and Severely damaged green beans in Eesex 0oun- ty and a few other localized, areas.. Moisture supplies have been sufficient up to the present but rainfall is need- ed now in s,ome sectionsfor'con,tinued development. Condition figures re- ported by correspondents show vege- table crops generally in average to somewhat above average condition at the 15th of June. The total commer- cial vegetable acreage isabout the same in Eastern Ontario and slightly higher in Western Ontario. or oblood-tracking.boand:" A little girl wandered, f.roet )1te. home and waa lost 4n the Ken -010r foothills.' Tbe bloOdlitTeed w110 wee put on her trail, anti who a,ecideattal.: ly broke loose from his leash, was found half an hour later, fitending love the newly awakened little' whose arms were tight about kin,ebag= gy neck. The tomaida.ble inatiWunter was licking her faCe and tiling to comfort herr. Truly an anti -elite -4i scene for those to , whom . "blood- thound" is a name of terror!. The example of a historic brace of bloodhounds owned by Dr. J. 13.. Ful- ton, of Pueblo, Colorado, are local legends to this day. They were X - Ray and his mate To Jo. Never did they turn ,afside by a hairsbreadth' from a trail, once they had struck A. In 1903, these two dogs folloviedi the trail of an escaping burglar's stolen horse from the scent of a curry-ocemb. From Oneida, Kansas, the hunt ex- tended for 150 miles to Elwood, Kan- sas, where the dogs caught up witb their man. Jo So's self-imposed rule never to swerve from the track of any fugi- tive had grim• Meats. One day, at blo, Dr. Fulton put her on , the 'Wt1 of an escaping thief. The fugi- tive bad crose,e-d a railroad trestle above a wide gorge. Nose to the track, To Jo followed her quarry's footsteps. An express train roared out onto the trestle in front of her. She had plenty of.time to shrink to one side or the other, But that was not Jo Jo's way when she was chi the trail. Straight ahead she toped, hot on the scent; until the locomotive hit her and crushed her to death. Perhaps many a human has died lebs gloriously in the shining pursuit of Duty. Mexico IS having plenty trouble just now. Trotsky is busy a'nd is sup- posed to be playing in with the Ger- man's. It's too bad Mr. Trotsky is not ,sent back to Russia and handed over to the tender mercies of 30 Stal he The "Liquidator" would liquidate the veorld's greatest trouble Maker .ln Oar§ order grtut 301419.14i kw$0.03.41311 GRANDMOTHER'S , , tagete filiWg • the, One . 01.U. lowed bAi.OP ARO, east Oft; theett drew eIraf',... alldt Omer We bride, WO 44. APPO dem , , some trinnant ..apar /;0011.4 ecll, of a goil4.ien PIPIPe Marded pair, Then began. the Menterahle...'YO and how ofteu hive 1 bit e4 imagination with my srandwOr the beautiful Hudson river, wherfie, think, the scenery ontrivaltotl Rhine. Day by day the boat' ---01.1 along on its voyage of 150- Miles T. magnificent panoramaof the T.4 Bodes gave place to the calfoo Tapp* Zee, and the w,onderin..g young pei, admired the EBghlands and, the, . rows, where dark, deepgorges lie math lofty hills. SOmetimes(_..nty grandparents landed end took Wrenn to some place Of interest, Then :Caine . ;7 .a• long day of exploring the thickly wooded country, and in the silent fen. este they would sonletiMes chalice em the remains of an Indian camp fire; at dusk they rode through the Scent- ed night air back to the waiting sloop and continued their vetyage. . . . At last the sloop reached the Cat: skill Mountains, the Rip Van Winkle ; Country, and; the end of the journey vows at band. Like Rip Van Winkle, the young couple e,woke. from an en- chanted dream, and they began ete realize that the future with its, Te- , sponsibilities lay before them in their new home at Albany., ---From "Things ,n I Remember," by Frederiek Townsend 7 15 Martin. • If you have any doubt as to condi- WEDDING JOURNEY Mrs. Townsend was not one of the modern grandmothers; her fine lace cap was not to her an admission of age of which she was ashamed; in deed, I thought her stiff, pretty curls looked enchanting under it, and her silk gown, with its lace collar and cuffs, was always dignified and becom- ing Negligees were unknown in her day and I doubt if she would have given a tea -gown a moment's eonsid- eratien, . . . The story which seemed to give my grandmother the greatest pleasure to relate was the account of her honey- moon trip up -the Hudson river to Al- bany. After the wedding the bride and bridegoem, with the relatives and guests, went down to the Battery in all the splendour of a golden after- noon11 was early summer, a slight breeze ruffled the waters of the Hud- son, and the sloop which had been. chartered for the journey rocked gently at the quay. It must have been a picturesque Sight, this weddingpar- ty in Old New York1 ca.n imagine the bevy of pretty girls in their high - waisted clinging muslin gowns, the young bride in her long satin cloak and plumedhat. the mea in their blue or drab ,00ats with brass buttons and every one deciding that this voy- age up the Hudson was vastly origin- tions in the land of the Swastika, you should. read the story of Hitler's Poison Kitchens in Central Germany. Dante's Inferno would be a paradise In comparison. Yet there are some in this country who believe the Cor- poral is right. • * * Herr Hitler will not get the helium for the big air liner because the Unit- ed States has decided, the promises of- the Dictator is no promise at all. * * * With war raging in China and in Spain and with incipient revolutions in Mexico ,and South America, it is no wonder that Old Man World is lookieg more or lees dyspeptic. , *, * Had the crooked -brained little con- sumptive who fired several shots in- to the bull-necked At -oh Duke of Aus- tria realized all the hell his act would turn loose, chances. are the Austrian, would be living todaY• • * * Dreams don't go in realistic Ger- many, as, no doubt, ex-Ohatucellor Kurt von Schusehnigg has discovered. He pinned his, faith. to a brother Ails: trian only to find, when too late, that Dictators are absolutely merciless. * * Baron Von Cramm should have knowbetter than to run afoul of Herr Hitler, but he didn't, and now the Baron must spend, some months making little ones out of big ones. eSNAPSI40T CUIL SUMMER CLOUDS AND SKIES Clouds help your outdoor pictures. Use a color filter to record them more effectively. responding shade of gray instead of white. Thus, the clouds and sky are more dramatically recorded and much is added to the appeal of your picture. Summer clouds and skies are pic- torial studies in themselves. Tly picturing clouds alone—the different tYpes of cirrus and cumulus; fair - day clouds and- stormy -weather clouds. Use the sky and clouds as background for your pictures of pea- ple. Work them into your landscape views. They give your pictures real- ity, and a warm, summery feel. lige your filter for all such pictures, in- creasing exposure according to the instructions that come with the fil- ter or with the film you use Such practice pays rich snapshot dividends. 194 John van Guilder. SUMMER Is the outdoor season, and one of the season's chief picture charms is its wonderfully rich blue skies against which cloud masses stand out in magnificent full- ness and contrast. Given two pic- tures of identical subjects in which the sky appears, its a safe wager that your attention will be held by the One effectively showing the clouds against a gray sky and not the one with the unnatural' and un- attractive fiat, white firmament. Here is the way to picture clouds and skies as your eye sees them: load your camera with chrotne type or panchromatic film, and slip a yellow color -filter on your lens. The diagram below shows how a yellow filter works—it preserves the sky tone, recording blue in the cor- • • SCENE K-1 FILTER Color filters are traffic cops. A yellow filter t1(-1 or 14-2).iitopa pakt, blue light, so that in the print, blue shows up OS gray. Oliteret'r several cohere but d yeliew 114-1 14,2 Is what you want tar tia, tt4 * FINAL ORI. e ,ntjt, .414 • 11