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SHINER GAZETTE, SHINER, TEXAS
SOLACE FOR STUTTERERS
At the recent annual meeting In
New York of the American Society
for the Study of Disorders of Speech,
Dr. Robert West, professor of speech
at the University of Wisconsin, pro-
voked much “argument about it” by
his declaration that stuttering is really
a perfectly natural phenomenon and
should by no means be considered an
abnormality, says the Medical Rec-
ord. He holds that in stuttering the
mechanism of speech has not evolved
sufficiently to function properly. A
stutterer should not be made to feel
that he is sick, or even nervous. He
simply needs coaching—coaching in
conversation, in social approach and
poise, in loss of self-consciousness.
To make him despise himself as a
social misfit or to pity himself as a
pathological case is the worst kind
of maltreatment.
Week’s Supply of Postum Free
Read the offer made by the Postum
Company in another part of this pa-
per. They will send a full week’s sup-
ply of health giving Postum free to*
anyone who writes for it.—Adv.
Daily Vacation
We all have seven or eight hours’
Vacation every day—sleep.
Your local dealer carries Ferry’s
Pure Bred Vegetable Seeds. Now
only 5 cents a package. Adv.
Then It’» Reality
Romance remains romance so long
as it is of no consequence.
Too Much “Party”
Last Night
Too Much Food/
Late Hours/
Smoky
Atmosphere
YET—This Morning No “Acid
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WNU—P
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©, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service
-yON SHEPHERD’S mind was made
up. He was going to kill a man
I in cold blood. He sat outside his
J trapper’s shack on the marsh and
cleaned his gun with a slow, brooding
deliberation.
It was dusk when he had come home
—home from the stretch they give to
poachers in the county jail at Penns-
boro. It was dark when he finished
cleaning his gun. It smelled of oil
and its barrels glinted in the thin new
moonlight. He leaned it up against
the shack.
All around him, in the Indian sum-
mer evening, the marsh stirred and
was alive with old familiar sounds.
Birds rustled in the grass; down near
the landing a muskrat splashed; ducks
were gabbling out in the bay. On the
northern horizon the Pennsboro glow
wavered between the flats and the
stars. Over east, beyond the dunes,
the autumn ocean mumbled and sucked
at its strip of Carolina coast.
Jon Shepherd was part of all this,
part of the life and soul of the marsh.
He shared Its somber moods, its invert
fascination, its dark pride. Like the
marsh, he could smile suddenly and
become suddenly bleak. But now he
had only murder in his heart Only
an obsession as cold, as deliberate, as
it was unbalanced. He was going to
kill the man who had been responsible
for sending him to jail. He was go-
ing to do it tonight.
He lit a cigarette. The flare of the
match snatched his face out of the
dark. It exploded with noiseless light
against the bony cheeks, the riveted
black eyes, the aquiline nose, the thin
lips gripping the cigarette. Jon Shep-
herd took two or three puffs on the
cigarette and then flipped it into the
damp marsh-grass, where it glowed
and pulsed like a fire-beetle. It was
tenacious, it wouldn’t go out. He
wondered whether Henry Garner
would be as hard to kill.
For as long as Jon Shepherd could
remember he and Henry Garner had
been friends. Henry Garner had been
rich; he himself had been poor. Hen-
ry Garner had been brought up in the
big house beyond the woods near the
Pennsboro road, while he had always
lived in the trapper’s shack. But
none of these things had mattered
until Henry Garner inherited the big
house and began to invite fine guests
down from Baltimore and Richmond
and Philadelphia. Then one day he
had warned Jon Shepherd to confine
his trapping and shooting activities to
the bay and the lower marsh, away
from private property. He wanted to
turn his own land into a sporting pre-
serve. And when Shepherd had dis-
regarded his warning—not once, but
twice—Garner had sent him to jail.
* * *
The cigarette In the marsh-grass siz-
zled and went out. Shepherd stood up
and reached for his gun. Hi-s body
was a dark blotch against the shack,
the shack was a pale blotch against
the pines behind it, and the pines were
a shaggy uncombed wilderness helter-
skelter under the new moon. It was a
grand night for loving or killing—
whichever a man had a mind to do.
The killing itself would be very sim-
ple. There would be a short tramp
through the woods to the big house near
the Pennsboro road. Then there would
be a creeping up to the window of the
room where Henry Garner always sat
about this time. After that there
would be nothing left to do but ram
the muzzle of the gun through a thin
pane and coax a couple of tender trig-
gers. It was all as simple as that.
Jon Shepherd had no desire to leer
at Henry Garner or to taunt him. He
wanted to have it over with as soon
as possible.
He tucked his shotgun in the crotch
of his arm and wajked u-nhurpiedly
towards the strip of woods that
marked the beginning of Gamer’s land.
He walked inexorably, like a machine
that had been wound up and pointed
at a certain spot. At the edge of the
woods he paused to make sure that
the safety catch of his gun was all
right. Although he knew every inch
of the way, he didn’t want his gun to
go off if he tripped in the underbrush.
Then he faced abound for a last look
eastward. The marsh curved darkly
around the bay, and the bay lay asleep
against the dim shoulders of the
d'unes. Beyond the dunes, the beat of
the ocean seemed to keep time with
the beat of the blood in Shepherd's
©best and wrists and temples. But
there was no need to huwy. There
was bo use getting excited.
Shepherd walked through the woods
and skirted the field that lay in front
of the big house where Garner- lived.
His state of mind was quite different
from that of the average story-book
murderer. No lurking fear clutched
at his heart; none of the usual drops
of sweat stood out on his brow. Ev-
erything was matter-of-fact, even the
light that gleamed in the downstairs
window and guided hkn, as he had
known it wo-uld.
By using the cover of a clump of
bushes it was easy to creep up to the
lighted window. Shepherd crouched
under the sill and gripped his gun with
both hands, ready for a smashing blow
at the pane. Then he stood up delib-
erately and looked in. His face slid
up into the light and poised there,
nilpine, staring.
Nobody was there. Nobody was In
the room.
For a moment it seemed to Shepherd
'that his plan had failed. Every long
slow day in the Pennsboro jail had
focussed his obsession on this time and
on this place. Then he realized that
Garner must be somewhere very near.
The coals of the fire smouldered in the
grate and there was an open magazine
on the arm of Garner’s usual chair.
There were two glasses and a bottle
on the table, which indicated that Gar-
ner had a visitor. Garner and his vis-
itor, whoever it was, must be out on
the veranda at the other side of the
house, because the night was beauti-
ful and warm.
Keeping close to the wall, Shepherd
edged around the corner and worked
his way towards the veranda. Sud-
denly he heard Garner’s voice say
something in a low tone. Then it
stopped ^ and there was no answer.
Shepherd reached the side of the ver-
anda and paused, wondering how best
to do this killing quickly. Recogni-
tion didn’t matter, because everybody
would know he had shot Garner any-
way.
* * *
Just then he heard the other voice.
It was a woman’s, soft and thrilling,
and it was saying something that
seemed very important. It was a voice
that had a startling effect on the man
crouching in the shadows with the
gun. At first vaguely familiar, like
a vanished dream, then it began to
burn its way into him with a soft fiery
music that washed away his murder-
ous obsession and his consciousness
of time and place. In all the world
there was only this voice—and he was
listening to it.
“It’s just because I love you so much
that I must tell you, Henry,” it said.
“If I hurt you it’s only because it
would hurt me more to be divided
from you by any secret.”
“Tell me,” said Garner’s voice
quietly.
“It was a wounded boy behind the
lines.” The other voice was very
steady. “He was going back to the
front. It wasn’t pity, either. It was
something else that I couldn’t explain
even to myself. He was so alone, so
brooding, so passionately strange. My
sense of values was warped then, too,
I suppose. Anyway, he loved me. He
wanted me.”
“I see,” said Garner’s voice.
“It happened the night before he
went back.” The other voice faltered
a little. “I never saw him again. He
wrote me letters for a while—sweet,
strange, illiterate letters. And, fool-
ishly, perhaps, I answered one of them.
But that has never worried me. I
trusted him.”
There was a little silence and then
Garner’s voice said, “Yes, that was
foolish. A letter like that is only a
piece of paper, but it can be a terri-
ble weapon. But It can’t be now, can
it?”
“No,” said the other voice. “It can’t
be—now.”
The crouching figure beside the ver-
anda straightened up and leaned
against the wall. Jon Shepherd’s face
was a pale expressionless mask in the
faint light.
“You’re brave,” said Garner’s voice.
There was a slight sound like a kiss,
“It’s past now. I love you.”
* * *
When Jon Shepherd got back to his
shack ha went inside and groped
around for the box in which he kept
his shotgun shells. Then he broke his
gun mechanically, took out the two un-
used shells, and put them back in the
box.
There was an old duffle bag in one
corner of the room, and Shepherd went
over to it and knelt down. He knew
exactly where the letter was. His
hand closed on it and pulled It out.
He crouched there wife it in the dark-
ness. A piece of paper? A terrible
weapon? Were these all this wonder-
ful letter could be?
Suddenly he struck a match and
touched the flame to the dog-eared en-
velope. The paper began to burn
brighter and brighter until the light
was dancing with the shadows on the
walls. But Jon Shepherd’s shadow
was huge and quiet and shapeless.
When the letter burned down and
began to scorch his fingers he dropped
it on the floor and went outside. Thene
was no moon. The marsh and bay
and dunes were one blur under the
stars. Shepherd walked down the
rotting boardwalk to the landing. His
old boat was shill there—half full of
water, but that didn’t matter. He
climbed into it and began to row.
He rowed the boat towards the
Pennsboro lights that wavered above
the northern horizon. Pretty soon he
noticed, without surprise, that his
shack was burning. He leaned on his
oars to watch it. It became a giganjtic
torch that lighted his farhwell view
of the marsh with a red glare.
Jon Shepherd bent to his oars again.
The bay was rippling up. The breeze
was shifting into the northeast. There
would be fine duck hunting weather in
a day or two. And Garner’s gun would
be booming back there In the flats.
Irish Free State ;s
That part of Ireland known as the
Irish Free State includes all but the
six counties of northeastern Ireland,
which constitute northern Irelarid. In
the Irish Free State are three coun-
ties of Ulster: Cavan, Donegal and
Monaghan; all of Leinster, including
the counties o-ffjCarlow, Dublin, Kil-
Artre, Kilkenny, Leix, Longford, Louth,
Meath, Offaly, Westmeath, Wexford
and Wicklow; all of Munster, includ-
ing the counties of Clare, Cork, Ker
ry, Limerick, Tipperary ^and Water
ford; all of Connaught, including the
^counties of Galway, Leitrim, Mayo.
Rosoosnmon and Sligo.
MILL
ROGERS
BEVERLY HILLS—Well all I know
Is just what I read in the papers, or see
hither and thither. Fred Stone is out
visiting mo and we
been having some
high old times.
Been playing a lot
of benefits togeath-
er. We have an act
where I am the
Stooge.
You know what
is a Stooge? Well
pretty near every
business has a
Stooge but they
dont call em that.
A lot of wives are
lot of husbands are
AValjJ
Stooges, and a
Stooges. The Stooge is kinder the joke
of the pair. He or her might not exactly
be dumb, but he is not what you would
call right bright. He used to sit in the
box in the theatre and ask the man on
the stage questions, or as I say maby
its the wife asks the husband ques-
tions, or maby he asks her.
Congress is a kind of a Stooge. It
asks all the people they investigate
questions. Lindbergh kinder made the
Senate look like a Stooge. Austria now
is undecided whether to be a Stooge
for Italy or Germany. Germany being
the biggest, it will perhaps be Stooge
for her.
France has three or four lit-tle na-
tions stooging for her, Poland, Checho-
slovakia, Roumania, Jugo-Slavia. They
pay em for stooging. France furnishes
em with ammunition, and a little cigar-
ette money. England was the origina-
tor of Stooges among nations. They
always had Australia, Canada, India;
South Africa, and a few others. You
see a Stooge is really as I say just the
hired hand. He can only ask the ques-
tions that you have rehersed with him.
Course he gets in a little joke of his
own every once in awhile, but thats
only to sorter satisfy his vanity.
Now the Brain Trust is a stooge for
Mr Roosevelt, and when they start in-
vestigating em they will see which
one it was that told the Indiana Peda-
gogue that what America needed was
Vodka, whiskers, shirt tail worn out-
side, and divide money, wives or mar-
bles with a comrade. Now we are going
to have some fun when they start
quizzing those Stooges. They are all
going to deny it, for nothing would
scare a man worse than to be told he
had to go where the thing he Is advo-
cating is practiced. *
Then lots of folks have wondered
just what all these vice presidents to
banks, and to trust companys, and in
fact, to everything,
t-hey have won-
dered just what
they are. Well they
are Stooges. Its a
kind of an inferior
type, and the
Stooge naturally
begins to realize it.
Course he might
think he is good,
hut he is never al-
lowed to express it
around people that
are not Stooges.
They are very clannish. They kinder
run togeather. They cant get to asso-
ciate with the big boys on even terms.
Of course there has been cases
where the Stooge worked his way from
the stage box down onto the stage
and transplanted the head man, but
those cases are rare. Accident and
death have helped em out several
times, and sheer ability has stepped in
and aided em in rare eases and puiled
em out of the Stooge class.
AI Smith used to be a Stooge for
Tammany Hall, then AI moved down
and Tammany was the Stooge for AI.
Around about nomination time
Franklyn Roosevelt was the Stooge ot
the Democratic Party, but he hadent
been in a week till he had moved down
on the stage and the Democratic Party
was playing the stooge. They were
asking the questions and he had the
answers. So you see the Stooge plays
quite a part in all walks of life. His
activities are not just confined to the
stage alone, so long livu the1* Stooge.
© 1934, McNaught Syndicate, Inc.
Word “Yankee” Believed
to Be of Indian Origin
The exact origin of the word “Yan-
kee” is vaguo, but since the early Eng-
lish Colonists of Massachusetts were
first called that it is commonly ac-
cepted that Yankee, or Yenghees was
the Indian’s effort to pronounce “Eng-
lish,” says Pathfinder Magazine. Oth-
ers say ft was the Indian corruption
of “Anglais,” the French word for
“English.” If the latter is the case
the name must have originated with
the Canadian Indians, since they were
the first to eome in contact with the
French. The word was used by the
British soldiers about 1775 as a term
of eontempt for the New Englanders.
During the Civil war the southerners
applied it generally to all northern
people, while in Europe it is luite
common to refer to all Americans as
Yankees. Properly speaking, it applies
only to a citizen of the New England
states.
Weather Affected by
Changes in Sun’s Heat
Keep an eye on the sky when old
Sol is in one of his hot spells, for the
hotter he shines, the Smithsonian in-
stitution has found, the faster is the
mixing of hot and cold air that
breeds most of our weather.
The discovery, furnishing a new
slant on how changes in the sun’s
heat affects weather, is based on
studies showing that when the sun
gets hotter the light air masses over
the earth get lighter, and the heavy
ones get heavier. That Is another
way of saying there are changes in
atmospheric pressure, which speed
up the atmosphere’s circulation.
The discovery was made by H. H.
Clayton, collaborator of the institu-
tion, as a result of ten years of com-
paring measured changes in the sun’s
heat and changes in atmospheric
pressure over a large part of the
earth. The changes are not notice-
able by the average person on earth.
When the sun gets hotter, Clayton
found, It apparently has the effe
of widening a great belt of low at
mospheric pressure that runs alon
the equator. At the same time th
high pressure regions in the tempt,
ate zones also increase and mov
toward the poles. This stlmulat
the exchange of warm tropic air and
cold polar air that manufacture*
storms.
This may mean, incidentally, that
weather-breeding will be less activ*
on earth for the next two years, at
least as far as the sun’s effect Is con-
cerned, for Dr. Charles G. Abbot of
the Smithsonian recently predicted
two years of cooler temperatures on
the sun, on the basis of twenty year*
of. study of its cycles of heat.
Ferry’s Seeds are sold only in fresh
dated packages. When you buy Fer-
ry’s Seeds you are sure of the finest
quality available. Adv.
Restful, Anyway
After you get used to a silent mai
he is pretty fair company.
Whose Fault?
tm
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When a Child Won’t Study
“Kept after school!” And it isn’t
the child’s fault, or the teacher’s.
His mother is to blame. How can a
boy get his lessons when his senses
are dulled day after day by dosing
with sickening purgatives? When
a child’s bowels are stagnant they
need help, of course. But not some
drastic drug to upset the stomach,
perhaps weaken the entire system;
or form the laxative habit. On
the right, parents will find a
happy solution of this problem’:
Here’s a boy who gets good marks,
has time and energy for play. He is
never ill, hardly ever has so much
as a cold. When he does show any
symptoms of being sluggish, his
mother knows just what to do. She
gives him a littlq California Syrup
of Figs—and that is all. It’s a
natural, fruity laxative that is
agreeable to take, and its gentle
laxative action comes from senna.
>)ra Parents are urged to use just
pure California Syrup of Figs.
Be sure bottle says ‘California’.
Home Grown
Hampton—Where have you be.en?
Rhodes—I have had to go South
for my lumbago.
Hampton—I got mine right at
home.—Brooklyn Eagle.
Unfortunate
“Too bad Shakespeare wasn’t bora
in London.”
“Why so?”
“Because I said he was, on that
exam.”
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tablet without this cross is BayerAspirin.
GENUINE Bayer Aspirin.
Safe relief for headache, colds, sore throat,
pains of rheumatism and neuritis, etc.
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Smart Student—Do you charge for
the water in the coffee?
Restaurant Owner—No. That, of
course, is thrown in.
Making It Clear
Daughter—Father is worse than
usual tonight.
Mother—No, you mean, as usual
father is at his worst.
"Two things I wanted-
“...and it waff all so simple when I found put my
trouble. My .physician said I had no- organic disease,
but I did have what is so commonly and truthfully
called a low percentage of henro-glo-bin in the blood.
“The reasonableness of one of the S.S.S. ads caused
me to think that S.S.S. Tonic was just what I needed
for my let-down feeling, pimply skin and low resist-
ance. I wanted more strength and a dear skin.
“It didn’t take S.S.S. very long to get my blood
back up to normal—and as my strength and energy-
returned my skin deared up.”
If your condition suggests a tonic of this kind, try
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also having the mineral elements so very, very neces-
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of the blood.
S.S.S. value has been proven by generations of use,
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tise a bargain unless it is a real bargain. They do
advertise bargains and such advertising means
money saving to the people of the community.
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