The Orange Leader (Orange, Tex.), Vol. 20, No. 299, Ed. 1 Wednesday, December 20, 1933 Page: 3 of 4
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aft J<;
banquet **
i a medal <or
childhood, the
P
* , have derived from
lmsod upon the enjoyment <*bll
"Mickey Mo*#e."
Starling silver sugars su<i cream-
t "re. W'J ! ^jhpBti light v*tertkic sil-
v t catulclshras, 97.00; sterling sil-
ver comports 7^0, MHit and pepper
sets, $5,041; net of 6 shsrbrt* ill nt-
tracttvs rsss, *7.00; and low csnrile
iticks «t 919.50 '£ pair; all sterling
•Hv«V JOE lilTCAS A OW, Watcti-
---'•-iBaker* ami.
GGED PORES
If «kln la well cleansed with
Map. Thousands use only „
Bounds of Le\vi«tort, I
OVKR
AF*BR TI
MMHv.]W,
J. Uetx, euretuMr at Syria
tu yi) he flndn after every opera per-
lo nuance: VUttut % pound ot chew-
ing yum ■ thai iws to be chiseled off
Seats by four a*alstafats,> halt u peck
ot cigarette butts, two, bushels of
Cigar wrappers attd—thU if what
btirts-- remuH of
balcony boy* hurl luto the auditor"
lum.
i-• ' V■■'} •1 Wf. *'''."! .'.'.'J':
Gift nuggr*tlon : Initial rings for
men or byoe, 8.50; fountain pens
with 14K solid gold points, SliOO;
loiintulu pen and pdncil elite, nicely
l:oxed, #S.OO; collar (pine Mid tie
clasps, combination sete, $1.0®; van-
ities and cigarett csws to match,
$1.00; sterling silver belt, bockkm
and tie clasps to mat oil, |$$.00 to
$7.00. JOE I4JCA8 * iSflfJf, Watch,
maker* and Jewelers.
' MNAUZATION «v A* RANG*MINT
COLUMBIA PICTUMf
Biff
Central > Park, the melting pot of
New York'e heterogenous popula-
tion. where rich und poor, high and
low mingle and rub shoulders.
Them eat Bill, a burly young man
lit his late twenties, a typical Van
Bibber In his evening clothes. He'
was built like a fqotball player and
—•o ~4P all appearances, he was a scion
■ . of,wealth as he fed popcorn to the
"Pigeons, It was a midsummer eve-
ning, and near him on the same
park bench sat a neatly but shah-
blly dressed girl of nothing but skin
and bones. She actcd strangely and
he watched her. There was a des-
perate, almost hysterical look in her
eyes, -a pinched appearance about
her mouth.
Suddenly, the girl became aware
of the man's scrutiny and she sat
stiffly, taking her eyes off the
pigeons.
"What's the matter?" Bill In-
quired.
The girl paid no attention to his
query.
Bill spoke In a voice a in* manner
1 that was In striking contrast to his
fashionable get-up. "Come on—
sftlll it." He edged closer to the
girl. "I've been watching you ever
since you sat down here on' you
look like you were rehearsin* some-
thin'. What is It?"
The terrified girl arose arid was
about to start away when lie got
up and barred her progress.
"Please——" the girl pleaded In a
low tone.
"What's the rush?" Bill Inquired
pleasantly.
"Lemmo go, or I'll Rll "
"You'll what?"
She looked at him a moment-In
snapped his fingers. A waiter i
over and the diner nsked tdr'the
manager, who approached shortfir,
BUI took his opera hat and ,c*ne
from the chair, pufTed calmly on his
olgar and invited the manager to
be seated before he commenced to
speak %■ ..■ ^
"There are supposed to be twelve
million people In this country with-
out work." Bill declared "Old you
know that?" The manager nMilifid.
out work," Bill declared
itexr And x ^
■
Prince"
orn
■r ia
Maxine
!v- ■: *.! tSfi • - •% % f
A lot of them are starvingthe i
man continued, "Now take this
young lady for instance. Up tO;#n
hour ago she hadn't eaten for two
days. She was starving. So 1
brought her in here and fixed her
up. She feels swell now Says It's
the best food she ever et." V '
The manager was bewildered.
"I'm glad to hiear that."
"The only trouble Is she'ain't got
a cent." ho paused and blew a ring
of smoke. "An' neither have Ii 'So
the feed's on you, brother*. Now.
there's a lot of ways of hundjlh' a
ease like this. You-ean-eali a cop
n' hove the palV of us throwrtlnto
the can. We're Vent to the Island
where we're fed by the state for
thirty days, at least. The mpre
vugs, the State has to feed, the more
taxes you people have to pay. This
Is one of the joints that throws out
enough .left-over grub in a w$ek to
feed a thousand people. So you
can afford one on the house Once in
a while." Bill raised his voice as
the manager became outraged. "Am
I right or wrong? Tell ypu'whst
I'll do! I'll put It up to your own
customers here—I'll ask 'em Whether
it Is right for you to let somebody
die of hunger right, outside your
"No female ever has to starve in a town like this.'' ,/ jj
iPotcd by JiiHHCcr Tracy and Loictla Young.)
CHAJKTBR IV'
f "WKllVs Patsy T You
•look J#t> tir^d." Kuld Mrs. Day thnj
night fie she and Patsy sat down to
supper. « "i' v/
"I guess I played too much this
afternoon," said Patsy. She iniew
(Hit the reason she was so tired was
hot because • ahe -bad ployed but be.
caiite sjie hid. wprfjed so hard car-
Vlng packages ajid opening and clos-
tig the Idoor to the store. Patsy dld-
nl' care, though, about how tired she
.' because idle had four pieces of
leautlful paper to show for her
irii. ;;iOne big piece ot red and
ien Unity, paper, and three plecse
of bright , red. That would be al<
luost .enough to wray tip the popcoru
if Tommy had managed to get a
l|ttl^
v lommy came over after super, his
eyes bright and his cheeks looking
Ifk#' ;w«ibig , red^^ apples. "OuesS
tVh«t?'',\he aho.tited a« he burst in
tjlije doo^-\ Be/ore patsy had a chance
to 'bo. threw a great pile ot
rK'UtJy folded paper , oir-the -floor In
'iVoiit bt' her
,What,,fim\ Tonnuy and Patsy had
then. Botl>\forgot how tired they
ii'0re '.al d' chjd th'oy had' been
oftt ohl the \streeti) all afternoon
They spread their pretty Christmas
paper jut on . wife floor before the
flr«S|ilace. and exVminea it.
While"• they 'were': smoothing tha
pajier ,o'ttt ana laughing and talking
Pttttiy.'s daddy oairo I" the ftpml
doo'r..' Mr. Day was\a. big man arid
fit' hfs great overcotttVll fleckd with
SHOW seemed even larKer than he
t^all* wa«.
( "Wpll. well, we||i" Ji^jfeftymed In..
-IjfH BIk" vote,'""What's gomg on here?"
/ Patsy juWmpeil anj ray laughing
apcl crying Into",her daddy's arms.
Site didn't even give him chance
U>. take.off.his coat .and hat \he was
80 eager to tell him about the po)>-
P«rm«ment Waves
fe>r*daH« «*• • Eugene '
At ll*se«*bl« Price*.
^n$«t. rg.fab m4 Mau-
i*iring/ hy Exiirt Baautiolan
Mrs. W. P. Carlyle
• far Appointment
St. ' Orange, Texas
K Ml Mr*. Segafl's
removkk
IWM*
corn prince ana the paper ao«l ev-
erything.
Wlille Patsy was .talking Mr. Day
was smiling and taking from his' big
deep jKickcis. four bags containing
something that looJtfej h'umpy through
the imper. i
When >'«.tsy stopped talking long
enough for Mr Day to get In a
word, he laughed and told her that
her tuotli'er laid already told hiui all
about what they were doing for tho
poor children and he felt lutrt be-
cause they did not ask him {o help.
Both children looked at each other.
They hadn't thought Mr. Day - would
feel hurt. In fact, they hadn't though
anyone would bother with them and
their plans.
"'But I decided to help anyway,"
laughed Mr. Day, seeing their little
faces become solemn. '''I've bought
four pounds of colored Christmas
candy. I thought maybe your little
poor friends would like to have " some
cahdy us well as popcorn,"
■'Oh, daddy," screamed I'atsy as
she an<i Tommy juai peit\ up and
wade h grab for the hags. When
they looked inside they saw that the
candy was beautiful little hard can-
dies of every color and shape they
hud ever seen. Both children crawb
cd on the arms of the ehalr lii
which Mr Day was sitting and they
put their ai-uis about his neok.
That was the way Mrs. Day fottnd
them when she came in wiping her
hands on her apron to tell Mr. Day
that his Supper was ready in 'the
kitchen. When Patsy's daddy fol-
lowed Mrs. Day Into the kitchen, the
two little friends emptied the candy
In a beautiful gleaming heap on the
biggtwt 'piece of paper, arid for sev-
eral minutes they snt there on the
floor, looking at it, both wanting to
eat a piece more than they had ever
wanted anything. But not for any-
thing in the world Would' 'hey touch
It, because they knew tiiere would'
not be much for each poor child
as It was, and If they ale any of
the candy themselves, there would
.be just that much less for tho
Christmas packages,
Let's see," Patsy said thought*
lly. "I think we had better wrap
life candy in separate packages from
th(\ popcorn, don't r you, —fmBfltS'?"
"YCs," said Tommy, seriously. "I'll
tell you what let's do. Meet's divide
the camly into fifty - little piles, then
cut out\„fifty pieces of paper for
tbem.
"I^et's. <Sit out the paper first,"
said ,l'a>sy\ "and then put a few
candies on t^cli piece. Let's cut tht*
iSi
I
The Utile girl who wrote the fol-
lowing letter" did not sign her name,
but we will publish it with the hope
that Santa/ Olnua* knows who slu is:
pear Santu: I want a doll with
shorl In-own hn ir. . JI WUUt Iter to be
8 inches high. I , want her to' be
a Put.
':v', I ' '.i'i' \ *ii. ■.
IJear Santa Claus; 1 have been
a good little girl. ' 1 ' will be better
next year* I wabt a ring, purse, silk
scarf, perfume apd Bversharp aud
a powder puff. 1' have a llttie sis-
ter. Her name ^18 Mary Ann Ella
Brewer She wants a doll, perfume,
a Utile pucfle and a powder puff.
With love, (Gladys Otoetta Brewer.
Cbrlstmaa at |
briug rayjUoys
HI MoiMr.
pMr Santa Cluus: Will you
corly hair uud a typewriter. I w
be at my grafadnms for Christmas
so pleum brlttg them there, il atn
•• y#ai*: old(i ;;jSElth loye^llarte 'X^
Dear Santa Cluus; ,t am a
girr six yeira old. ^ bayeii't learned
to :.Wtlt*> fOOtf. ,y*U i M> please exottso
my printing. Please send me a f<fot-
and ;■ some candy.
Yours truly, Mildred Johnson.
; Dear Santa: Bring m« u little rub-
ber dolI Bke Barbara Wifnse'*. yj-' t
have been a good girl. ' 1 aal , 1*
years old, Merry Xraas to you, San-
ta, ■ 'Maude Hoblsheaux. f
,l:>ear .Buata.. da^Kf'K'i tun a little'
girl In the first, grade. I, started
to school mtu fall. at>d *1* like school
very much. I have tried very (.baril
to ,l e a good little girl so you will
bring me a doll, di U buggy, a , toy
I®
get wy sweet
PaliiiiUds.
ggaiiii
0mi ' Santa: t am
years* old. in the Ibi
bring:'. me a tea-«et
doll buggy. AW 1
writer, tove, Mao
■ir'Jf. S Please bring
and a Wg rubber doll
'• .3-
p(l|-pieee' Hwn alt
consisting <a • Knives,
'«liiiii|K.:9^
« fork*, 0 salad fork.,
ter 'MV. awl:
a lifetime guarantee aim oi
iiui'fAJ* m HON-, M't
and Jeweler*;
;d&''2| i ylvfcw5
Dear Santa: ' I atit suit' proud it
Is almost time for you to come. Will
you please bring me. a Klo Kla set,
Home sox, ha-Bdierehlefs, fruit, Caudy
and nut*. I nut ri! yeai's old and in
the high fifth grade. Will • appreciitto
Anything you will leave me. Don't
forget mother, daddy and: my little
sister, please. Love to you. Tell k>
Mrs. Santa Clmts I wish you all «
Merry Christmas and a Happy New
Year. O W. Thomas.
Deur Santa: Will you please bring
me a dolly and a new patr of shoe*,
... o. 12 1-2 is my slxe. Also sotpe
fruit, nuts and candy, Be sure and
don't forget me. With bits of love,
a Merry Christinas and a Happy Now;
Year; "Dorothy ThOWUl*.
P. 8. I know If you' liavo my
more for me, I will surely apprgci-,
ate it, but I don't lik|B 'to ask for
too much at a time. Love, Dorothj*
Dear Santa Cluus: I am a very
ALWAYS
BREAKFAST
IImIS
t
ff
Better
each
pgper In squares and fringe
piece around the edges."
So they "put the candy Wfek into
the bags and began cuttlug tho pa-
per. They hadn't cut but .ten pieces,
thopgh, when Tommy's mother phoned
that it was 'time fori him to conic
home, ho they "folded the.lr ptlp'SrH
and put fhem away. They gave the
candy to Mrs. Day to keep for them
beeattso they weren't going to t«l:e
any chances with It themselves. They
. were afraid they might ftirget and
take u piece.
To lie Continued
AVE you ever heard a
tell elaborately and at gnat
length Just exactly what he
has for breakfast every morning?
Most ot ua hare, and many ot us
have wondered why he didn't
whet up his appetite and follow
the practices of modern dietetics
by varying hia first meal now and
then.
In case your husband is not one
of the mep who wants his break-
fast as unchanging as the inviol-
able laws of tho Medea and the
.Puritans, here's a suggestion for
something to serra him in the
morning that he'il be sure to ap-
preciate.
This menu includes desirable
fruits with its apples and lemon,
and the griljled sweetbreads Will
prove a welcome variation to bis
usual breakfast.
• "v.£
Cider Apple*
Grilled S—eetbreadt with
^ Butter -j.
Tootled Roilt ;,i'1
And here's the way to make
Cider Applet: Core six baking
apples, and pare them half way
down. Set tbem in a baking dish.
C«t .th* apricot* from an 8-ounce
can in amall pieces, and stuff la
holes. Spread three-fourths cup
brown sugar over tops of apples,
and put halt a tablespoon butter
on top of each. Sprinkle -With;j;,
cinnamon. Add one cup cider to :'.l
the apricot syrnp, heat and pour ;
around apples, then bake In a 380 I
dogree oven until Lender, bastin*.;^'.'
several times. Cool. Serve with the ^ , t a
cider syrup poured owr and with .: ;V - °
cream also if desired. Serves
ii> .ii i f. i
ft.
it
mi
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Silence, and then blurted out, al-
most hysterically. "I'll get down on
njy knees lor some of that pop-
corn."
Bill regurded her closely "What's
tills? 1 thought I knew all the pan-
handlln' routines. Or are you tlie
little girl reporter workin' on a sob
Story? If you are, I can tip you off
to some swell stuff about these
pigeons. Take that one .there, 1 al-
ways call him Oliver Twlist. He's
always askin' for more. And that
one there—Wait ,a minute!" The
6lrt had started, away, but he
grabbed her arm. "Are you really
hungry?" :'c-y:
"I aln't caten ln two dnys!"
"two days? Why not?"
The girl-Whs bitter. "1 haven't
any money. It must be great to be
a pigeon. There's always someone
throwing them crumbs."
"If you had the brains of a pigeon
YOU wouldn't go hungry."
.1 Tears welled up In the girl's eye."
and her lips twitched. She was on
the verge of hysteria. Bill flipped
urn cigarette Into the bushes, and
took her by the arm. "Come on,
let's eat," he said.
They strolled tb the Casino where
Bill let the girl order nil she de.-
sjred, which Was triple what he put
away for politeness. They ate in
silence. After the girl had finished.
Bill remarked. "For a pint |zo like
you. you can certainly but It away.
You're hungry, ail right. But If you
think I fell for your line of hooey,
you're crazy. No female ever has
to starve in a town Ilk* this.V
v "Why notr* sbe Inquired.
"Because she's a female."
The girl paused, therf Bpokc slow-
ly. "Were you ever out of work for
a whole ■,
• _ *Vvo been outa work my; life
And anyway, tho' unemployment
problem's got nothing to do with
women. Did you ever think of
that?"
"Yes. I thought of it"
dump If they say I'm wrong. I'll,
admit It." He picked up a spoon'
and rapped on his tumbler sharbly.
"Co on—get out of here! . Get
out!" the manager shouted;
Bill bowed politely, took "the girl >
by the arm and made hn exit. .
"Where do you live?", The girl
shrugged her shoulders. W might
as well take you home.''
"That would be all right lb I had
a home," she sold.
"Where do you figure on spending
the night?" .7, ,
"1 don't know."
The man advised her to get a grip
and register at a hotel until she
t\*a« thrown Out and to continue the
process in other hotels, but the girl
was afraid. ■
"Do you live in hotels that way?"
she inquired.
"Nah: I got no use for hotels."
"What do VOll do for II llvtny?" a
j Hilt Put his hands in his pocket.
"t'lose\ your eyes." ho ordered, and
then alter a second, he commanded
her to open them. The frorit of his
shift wus illuminated with an ad-
vertisement. "Two bucks a day for
this—and all you've got to do is to
wttlk up and down and flash the
light Oh and off."
"if It Is, all right with you. I'lli
walk up and down with you." the
gii'I declared. So they paced up and
down until after the theatre crowds
had departed. . >
"What's your name?" '
"Trinri," the girl replied.
"I suppose you've got to, have a
place to sleep. Come with |hc."
Bill led the way to Vngyill-Vw-—i.
the-Uudsoii, where tho down-nnd-
outers of New York have squatted,
erecting their castles out. 'of debris
and rubbish. It was A fast .growing
community, and a surprise to Trlna
who never believed that MOh a
place existed. But Bill preferred to
sleep In the 0|>eii rnther than build
himself a shack, lie bunked
barge aground In the
going to,take Trina to ^
sle. who lived alone, but before they
reachoil her shack, they discovered
that the woman was in no mood to
receive a guest. She was quarreling
With Bragg, so Bill walked on to
tta s place. Ira was a down-and-
out preacher, who worked, as night
watchman. He agreed to let Trlna
use his shack while he was absent.
White they waited for Ira to
leave. Bill and Trlna went to th*
barge, where in the darkness, they
both w nt in bathing At first Trlna
balked at the absence Of st bathing
suit. hilt, at length she decided that
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SEASON'S GREETINGS
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from those who supply
your ELECTRIC SERVICE
One thing you buy
that costs less than ever.
GULF STATES
UTILITIES COMPANY
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TAX AggOCIATION HBAD« — Msrk"
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CTATtS
Qrsvss, (left) president New York 8tate
Tax Commission, la chairman of
tax collectors' association for Nsw Eng-
land and Middle Atlantto States; J. M.
■raude (oentsr) Illinois Aaalatant Di-
rector of Flnanoa, president Central
•latoa Motor Fual. Tax Collectors' As-
soolatlon; and - H<msr F Bedford
(right) Colorado'* State Treasurer,
Mid-West Association.
. ■-'■vwi
BOOTLEG GASOLINE!—Boot-
leggers use disguised tank
trufeke, like captured vshicla.' f',^3
shown, to smuggle gasoline and '
evade taxes, causing lots to go v.
emment - estimated at $100,000,-
000 yearly. Officials of 34 state*
hsva organised Motor Fust Tga •
Collectors' Associations to light
bootlegger and collect gas taxes
I" 'Mil. . v
mmk
Southwestern Greyhound Lines
Bui Station,tFifth and Division Sts., Phone 22
Leave Orange
1:15 It* tn.
10tl7 a. m.
114^ p.|n||
^30 p. isl
WEST
9:15 a. m.
p. ..ill.
6:45 p. iit
12:02 a* m.
ft.( "*es. t;
1 couldn't."
I auppose the river's hotter than
that." Bill sneered.
"1 thought o' that, too. I was
down there this afternoon. But I
poW'«re you ever goto' to get
anywhere it you're afraid ot every
< "1 guess t Just won't get any
She noticed his
forid. "You'ie not entin',
"I ain't hungry
ave you «v r been hungry?"
y ever has :'t be hungry
r IMIWWiiM
girl looked at him wisely \ds
noted his fashionable attire
it'* all light tor yoti tor say
Port Arthur Diviiion
like a school boy at
Id swimming hole
ttO BR CO.NTIN UBD|
htisMI isaV* at ftM 9:tfi pm.
IH TAI.tM«NTON«
Grscs
KANGAROO STUFF
— "Maiden's Star,
champion racing
grsyhound, takss her
*lx puppies
tor exsrcl**
run near
kennel at
Or e e n
ford, Mid-
dlesex, Eng-
■ IWILt;
FHOHISITIOM
(•ark Avemi*
bine* watte for
dry taws
wlatt
rauc AND FALSI
STRCAMLININO -t
Th* round^i***d
•how* a decrease efi
SS per csnt lit wind
nosed auto, although *om* .
tlen In wind rwlatane* *f only about 1
iftltute *f A*ro>Oynamio Reeeart
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