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"Stories of the States” series.)
By EDWARD EMERINE
WNU Features I
Let’s think of 2,000,000 cat-(
tie and 350,000 head of sheep.
Just imagine pastures so lush
that each section of land cares
for 40 head of cattle. Picture
ALBANY
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Leads in Population.
The battleground of Saratoga,
Champlain valley. Fort Montgom-
Did she believe that when the war
was over, Buzzard’s Hill would be-
long to Ric, and that the others
would be brushed off casually, that
she would step into the comfort and
security that Dooley had worked so
hard for years to win for them all?
“I’d kill her first!” Jill thought
angrily., “I’d strangle her with my
bare hands!” •
She kicked off the beige pajamas, a state where farms average
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large a volume of foreign trade. No
other city on this earth manufac-
tures an equal volume or value oi
commercial articles.
The park area in New York City
covers nearly 8,000 acres. Largest
is Central park, covering 843 acres
in the heart of the city. World-famed
monuments, and sculptures include
the Statue of Liberty, Grant’s tomb,
the Egyptian obelisk, the Washing-
ton arch and many others.
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Those who live In New York
—anywhere In the state—have
playgrounds close at hand.
There are mountains, seashores,
lakes, rivers, waterfalls, farm
lands uund more than 70 state
parks. Niagara falls, the Thou-
sand islands, Ausable chasm,
the Palisades, Howes caverns.
Lake George and many others
are points of interest for natives
and visitors alike.
CHIEF EXECUTIVE . . . Thomas
E. Dewey, who was born in Owos-
so, Mich., March 24, 1902, began
his meteoric rise as a national fig-
ure in 1931 when he was appoint-
ed United States attorney for the
southern district of New' York
state. As prosecuting attorney for
New York county, he gained fame
in prosecution of gangsters. De-
feated for governor in 1938, he ran
again in 1942 and was elected by
a wide margin. He was re-
elected in 1946 after losing the
presidential contest in 1944 to the
late Franklin D. Roosevelt.
“New York City!” The words are
magic. New York City means finer
jewelry, better places to eat, more
entertainment, glamorous personali-
ties, artists, writers, songs, the
stage. Broadway and Fifth avenue,
Times sauare, Wall street, Green-
wich village—those names have
charm and lure to dreaming youths
in Kansas,. Michigan, Missouri, even
California.
New York City does not belong
Lake Placid Is internationally
known as a summer and winter
resort, with toboggan slides, ski
runs, skating rinks, stables for ski-
joring horses and kennels for sled
dogs. There are literally hundreds
of other places in the state for win-
ter sports. Saranac lake is famed
as a* health resort as well as a win*
ter and summer sports center. •
Lures Vacationists.
Coney island, Brighton and Man
hattan beaches, and Long island,
with its Riis park, Rockaway, Long
beach and Jones beach, provide a
playground for the great metropoli-
tan areas. Southampton is the scene
of a noted society colony, and Staten
island has a number of resorts
And there’s still New York City,
with its universities, its cathedrals,
museums, libraries, subways,
bridges, parks and driveways—one
of the great wonders of the mod-
ern world!
Yes, New York state has so many
firsts they can’t be counted. It is
rural; it is metropolitan. And al-
ways it is refreshing in its variety
of pursuits, pleasures, recreational
advantages and unusual natural
beauty.
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and got into the tub and lay there,
soaking in the comforting hot wa-
ter, letting her mind drift off blank-
ly. The radio was playing in Ric’s
room, some jive thing. Sandra had
come up as soon as, Dave went
away, bored with Jill and drowsy
old John I., giving them - only the
curtest of good nights.
Overhead Jill heard a plane fly-
ing, slowly, circling over the town.
The beat of the motors was low
and near, and she sprang out of the
tub and wrapped herself in a towel
and crouched at the window to
glimpse the skimming lights, the
shadow of fleet wings against the
purple night sky. That was Spang’s
sky up there, - Spang’s “wild blue
yonder,” the hollow, secret, endless
roadway that Spang was traveling
so happily now.
Awkwardly she scrubbed herseli
dry, wriggled into a night gown,
slipping her arm back into the sling.
Then she was aware of Sandra,
standing in the door, watching her.
“Funny thing,” Jill was thinking
as she looked at the reflection of
Sandra in the mirror, "no matter
how much she dresses up you al-
ways feel that somehow she isn’t
quite clean.” Aloud she said, “Hello,
Sandra. What’s on your mind? Is
your room all right?”
Sandra came into the room,
perched on the end of' the chaise
longue, draping all the flounces
gracefully about her legs.
“It’s all right,” she said, grudg-
ingly, “but awfully lonely! You
don't know about missing a man so
much it makes you ill, Jill. You
couldn’t.”
“Oh, couldn’t I?” Jill thought,
angrily. But she kept her voice cas-
ual and her face controlled, as she
went on brushing. "It is sort of
tough to have your bridegroom
snatched away from you, isn’t it?
But you must have known that
something like that would happen.
You’d been married to a soldier
before.”
Sandra’s teeth clicked. “It
needn’t have happened. It was all
done for spite by an officer who
hates me. He contrived to have
Ricky sent away. We had forty-eight
hours! Forty-eight hours of each
other, and then there I was—
alone!”
"But of course you were more or
less used to being alone. The ad-
justment wasn’t quite as difficult as
though you’d been with Ric for
months or maybe years."
“You don’t know anything about
love,” Sandra remarked. “You
don’t know what torture it was,
seeing him go! All I could do was
stand there at that gate and watch
him trudging away, looking back tc
wave at me. . . .” She began tc
cry, carefully dabbing away every
tear, her mouth twitching.
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Two Girls
“If Ric hadn’t had a home for
you to come to, it would have been
bad, wouldn't it?” Jill kept her
eyes on the mirror, catching
glimpses of Sandra over her shoul-
der. "Just what would you have
done, anyway?”
“I don't know. I’d have had tc
do something—try to follow Ricky,
I suppose.”
"Or perhaps,” Jill was cool, “you
wouldn’t have married him at all?
You're a smart woman, Sandra.
Somehow I can't see you marrying
a boy—even one so attractive as
Ric, just on an impulse.”
“I suppose you’re trying to say,
without being nasty about it, that I
married Ricky because I thought
your family had money?” Sandra
said viciously. "I wasn’t thinking
about his family when I married
him. I was only thinking that at
last I loved a man who loved me
and that Me had something beauti-
ful that we mustn’t lose!”
“And now,” said Jill, a deadly
coolness smooth as glass in her
voice, "you’ve lost your idyllic love
and got a lot of stodgy in-laws in-
stead. Tough break!”
"It’s quite all right.” Sandra
studied her nails. “I knew how it
would be before I came. Ricky
warned me. He told me that you
were very possessive, Jill, that you
thought you had a private mother,
and that he had always been made
to feel like an outsider in his own
home.”
Jill lifted her eyebrows,
really wonderful when he sounds off,
isn’t he? If you didn’t know him
awfully well you might believe ev-
ery word of it. You’d almost be-
lieve that his home was a place he
really cared about, not just an ad-
dress handy to writ* to when he
needed a check.”
"You don’t know very much about
your brother, do you?” Sandra was
cool, too.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
112 acres each.. No, it’s not
some western state. It’s New
York!
After all, Manhattan island is a
small part of the- area of New York,
which is 49,576 square miles of
farms, orchards, mountains, val-
leys, streams, lakes, forests and oth-
er rural, beautiful and natural
things. Times square, Greenwich '
village, Fifth avenue and Wall
street are rivaled by Niagara falls,
the Adirohdacks, the Catskills, Lake
Placid and Mount Marcy. The sub-
ways are no match for ski runs
and toboggan slides. It’s a long step
from the Bowery to country lanes
and old farmsteads.
Champlain Came First.
New York has so many firsts they,
can’t be counted. Samuel de Cham-
plain was the first white man to set
his foot in New York as well as the
first to teach religion to the Iro-
quois. Within a year Hendrik Hud-
son anchored his little ship off Coney
island, finally sailing up the river
which bears his name to the present
site of Albany.
Two years later some Amster-
dam merchants were given a
trading charter for New Neth-
erland, as New York was to be
known. The first post was set
up in 1613 on Manhattan; the
second in 1614 at Fort Nassau on
-Castle island, south of the pres-
ent Albany. Ten years later all
Manhattan island was pur-
chased from the Indians for $23
worth of trinkets.
Forty years later, in 1664, a Brit-
ish fleet demanded surrender of
New Amsterdam, and Director-Gen-
eral Peter Stuyvesant found himself
with little support. He capitulated,
and the duke of York was granted
the conquered land. “New York”
became the new — and lasting —
name.
As years passed, more and more
people flocked to the New World,
many of them finding the rich lands
of New York state to their liking.
Hamlets, villages and cities sprang
up, knit together with a network of
aboriginal trails that eventually be-
came roads and highways, Albany’s
geographic position, at the cross-
roads of the state, made it a key
frontier settlement in the 17th cen-
tury.
New York Rates as Glamour City of Nation and World
to New York state alone. It is the
metropolis of all the states, the chief
city of a nation. It is the largest,
the richest, of all. Moreover, New
York holds the same proud position
relatively*in the entire world. No
other city has so large a population
within equivalent boundaries. No
other city In the world controls
such great monetary wealth or buys
and sells such quantities of com-
modities. No other city handles as
Stjll, there are 153,238 farms in.
New York state, the appraised vaN
ue of which is more than a billion dol-l
lars. The average growing season^
is .often as high as 210 days, par-}
ticularly in the Long island section.!
New York’s own fruits and vegeta-j
bles supply the state’s large can-1
ning industries. Wines, champagnes,,
oysters, seafoods, poultry, eggs andj
other products go to nearby* mar-i
kets. The last prewar year placed;
a total value of more than 300 mil-!
lion dollars on New York’s agricul-'
tural products, with’milk the largest
farm revenue producer. I
Today the port of New York City]
is the nation’s foremost center of
foreign trade, and yet its people
like to recall that it was there that
George Washington was sworn in as
first president of the United States.
Buffalo is the nation’s largest fresh-
water port, yet when white men first
came they found a basswood forest
and Erie Indians fishing and hunt-
ing along the creeks and lake. And
there are Binghamton, Rochester,
Syracuse, Utica, Yonkers and others
—all playing an important part in
commerce and trade today.
TYPICAL NEW YORK SCENES . . . (Upper left), The largest single unit of its kind in the world, the grain
elevator at Albany, with a storage capacity of 13,500,000 bushels, handles precious grain cargoes from the
Great Lakes and the West via the Barge canal. (Upper right), Modern, scientific methods are applied to
agriculture, as indicated by this scene showing care of tomatoes in a greenhouse. (Center right), Historic
spots stud the New York landscape. A far cry from atomic warfare are the ancient 18th century mortars
and cannons at Fort Ticonderoga, defiantly poised to stop the Redcoats as they came northward on Lake
George in stately procession of death. (Lower left), Farming is big business in New York. This large farm
in the upstate region is one of the 153,238 farms throughout the state which are assessed at more than a bil-
lion dollars.
ery, Valley of the Mohawk, the Ni-
agara frontier—from these grew
New York, a state which has mush-
roomed from scattered colonies to
the most populous state in the union
with 13,479,142 inhabitants!
Through the years, the centu-
ries and many wars, the great
Industrial commonwealth of
New York has emerged. Dur-
ing World War II, of all the war
contracts awarded by the fed-
eral government in the 48 states,
11 per cent went to industrial
plants in New York state. Of
the 100 largest industrial cor-
porations in the nation, 94 are
represented in New York City.
New York’s variety of products
range from heavy metals and ma-
chinery to exquisitely polished dia-
monds. Shoes, paper, books, maga-
zines, furniture, carpets, business
machines, locomotives, cameras,
photographic films, precision instru-
ments, electrical equipment — and
the list grows on and on—all these
are produced dn the factories of
New York. Its apparel industry pro-
duces 48 per cent of the nation’s
clothing, and 45 per cent of rugs
and carpets comes from there.
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“A man who gets discharged
from a military unit for some rea-
son, or who deserts or leaves his
command without complying with
regulations and then enlists some-
where else under an assumed name.
That’s,the spot Richard is in, right
now, and he’s probably more
■acutely aware of it, than even you
are. I doubt if he’ll start anything.
He was taking a risk, even to let
you know that he was alive. But if
this woman knows anything about
it, that’s another angle and a bad
•one.”
“She saw Richard’s picture in
Jill's room and identified it in-
stantly as a picture of Roger
Mackey. I could see her mind work-
ing. She’s a type I’ve never met
before, Dave. I don’t know exactly
how to deal with her.”
“Why on earth did Ric send her
to you, anyway?”
"Because he didn't know what
•else to do with her. He was shipped
out suddenly — Richard did that —
and I suppose she had no money.
There’s nothing at all to do, Dave,
hut wait.”
Failed in Her
Duty to Ric
“Here's the movie. I suppose we
should go in.” Julia’s voice was
weary. “Go in and look at imitation
tragedy and forget our own. The
sickening thing for me, Dave, is the
realization that I must be a very
weak person. No strong woman
could have muddled up one life as
I have muddled mine.”
“What did you have to do with
it?” Dave demanded, a little
angrily. “Did you create any of
these circumstances, by any act of
your own? You’ve taken what came
with courage and made the best of
it. I won’t have you blaming your-
self.”
“But I must be to blame for Ric.
A mother has to be to blame, Dave.
Your child is given to you—clean,
plastic clay, nothing carved upon
the surface at all, all new and un-
tried, to make of it what you
I haven’t even a father’s influence
for an alibi with Ric. I failed some-
how to put strength into his spirit,
to make him wise enough to judge
values, to give him the courage to
reject everything that wasn’t good
and fine. It isn’t pleasant to know
that you’ve failed with your only
son.”
“You’re all wrong, Dooley. Any
psychologist would tell you how
wrong you are. You aren’t given a
child like a sheet of white paper
with nothing at all written upon it.
What is born to you is a record,
the long scroll scribbled all over
with the story of generations of Mc-
Farlanes, their weaknesses, their
meannessses, their nobility, traits
over which you have no control
whatever.”
“I did have the control of direc-
tion. I could have put power behind
the weakness and eliminated the
meanness and built up what was
good, but I didn’t I couldn’t some-
how ever get near to Ric, Dave.
I could only give him love, and he
“I haven’t even dared let jriyself
think since Ric’s letter came. And
there’s another danger, Dave. This
woman knows Richard. She knew
him in Hawaii. He telephoned last
night. He told me that he had tried
to prevent this marriage by having
Ric sent away, but that they were
too quick for him.”
“So Ric knows about his father?”
“No, Ric doesn't know./Richard
didn’t tell him. And Jill doesn’t
know.”
“They’ll have to know, Dooley.
Surely you can see now that your
only protection is the truth?”
“Dave, I can’t tell them! I can’t
make myself do it.”
"But Richard is klive! You have
a living personality to deal with
.now, not at shadotvf nbf & .memory.
J-'Think'^you’re taking an awful
chance, Dooley, risking a shock to
Jill much worse than the truth
would be. I think you're dead
wrong.”
“Maybe I am,” she sighed.
Dave steered carefully through
the thin traffic on the edge of the
town.
"To my mind, the best protection
Jill can have is the truth. But I’m
not going to argue with you. It’s
your own problem, you’ve had the
misery of it all these years, you’ve
got the anxiety of it now. You may
be able to count on Richard to keep
his identity concealed. It’s to his
own interest, of course. It would be
definitely awkward for him if the
War Department got wind of it.
There are always a few blackbirds
in every army, but if they’re found
out it doesn't go well with them.”
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coming, being pushed off in a state
of dependence, among strangers,
yet she had come. And undoubtedly,
Jill decided, Sandra was a re-
sourceful creature.
Jill McFarlane, whose father, Rich-
ard, disappeared in World War I, Is in
love with Lieut. Spang Gordon. Her
brother, Ric,f ^becomes Involved with
Sandra Calvert, a divorcee. Jill Is thrown
from a horse and during her absence
Richard returns, telling her mother,
Julia, that be is now Captain Mackey.
He sees Ric at camp and later threatens
Sandra, but the two marry anyway.
Richard has Ric transferred and San-
dra arrives at the farrr to live. Jill
and her grandfather, Joan I., try to
make things so uncomfortable for the
woman that she will not stay. She
startles Julia by recognizing the pic-
ture of Richard in Jill’s room as that
of Captain Mackey as a young man.
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accepted that, but always with that
faint tinge of condescension. I sup-
pose it was because he had no
father. There was a maleness in Ric
that dhly a father could have
touched. I was always less a parent
to him than just another woman.
By the time he was seven he was
treating me with the same sort of
casual indulgence that Richard used
to have for me. He told me the
truth when it suited him, and when
he felt the urge to deceive me, it
never bothered him for a minute.”
“You gave your children two
parents, Dooley. Don’t forget that.”
- "Jill said that the other day. And
I was always aware of it, with
Ric. He has that charm that Rich-
’•ard has, that trick of getting what
he wants, of being untouched by
the disapproval of other people, a
kind of veneer that kept him apart,
so that he was himself, complete
and just a little arrogant, entirely
pleased with himself and slightly
amused by all the rest of the world.
There’s a deadly kind of fascina-
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Sandra Puts
On an Act
"More fantastic nonsense!”
growled Dave, getting out his wal-
let before the lighted ticket win-
dow. "You may have changed Rich-
ard’s direction, but you didn’t de-
stroy him. What was in him would
have worked the same destruction
anyway. Well, let’s see what sort of
pale imitation of the real thing
Hollywood has to offer.”
Jill dragged her feet upstairs
wearily.
She had worked hard that day,
tiring herself to exhaustion, forcing
her young body, handicapped by the
broken arm, to tasks that she had
never known before, because the
need was so great now that the
man-power shortage had moved in
on Buzzard’s Hill, and because when
every bone and muscle screamed
with weariness, she could sleep, she
would be too tired to think.
In one day life in the old house
had abruptly stiffened to thiv.,hor-
rible, watchful formality. V
Why had Sandra come to Buz-
zard’s Hill? She must have hated
“You may have changed Rich-
ard's direction, but you didn’t de-
stroy him.”
tion about it. It makes you want
to break through and make the
person who owns it aware of you.
Even when I was so furious at Rich-
ard Sunday night when he came
back, I was feeling that irritation,
the impelling to crash through that
shell of his, get past that mocking
smile, find some vulnerable spot,
some place where he could be
hurt. Ric’s like that, too. Suave
and charming, and entirely remote.
But I should have done something
about that when he was small.”
"That very aloofness may save
Ric, Dooley,” Dave reminded her.
"If I’m any judge of human nature
this woman he has married won’t
like it. She’ll want to absorb every
thought and feeling Ric has, she’ll
eat him alive the way some spiders
devour their mates. Her very lack
of reticence and reserve will repel
Rte, if* it hasn’t done that already.
She dragged him into this mar-
riage, by some female trick, of
course, and a few weeks away
from her will cool him down. Very
likely he’s wondering right now
what he saw in her, and how he’s
going to get out of the mess he’s
in.”
“I think,” Julia said, opening the
door and gathering up her purse
and gloves, "that the McFarlane
men were not meant for marriage
at all. There’s an atavistic thing
in them, a strutting sort of in-
solence that goes back to plumes
and sabers and knights riding alone.
The woman who innocently lures a
McFarlane man into marriage de-
stroys him. I destroyed Richard,
and Sandra will wreck Ric. ”
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Stewart, W. C. The Electra Star (Electra, Tex.), Vol. 27, No. 44, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 3, 1947, newspaper, April 3, 1947; Electra, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1219524/m1/9/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Electra Public Library.