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THE SHAMROCK TEXAN, Shamrock, Texas
Monday, April 7, 1041
The Lion’s Echo
(Kelton School News)
STAFF
Faculty Advisor—Mrs. V. M. Lollar
Editor—J. D. Henderson
Assistant Editor—Marvells Wallis
Sports Editors — Ton Price and
Norma Dee Robertson
Humor Editors—Max Britt and Ju-
liette Richardson
Typists—Louise Hembree and Ber-
niece Joiner
Reporters—Frankie Beaty, La Vern
Williamson, Vergie Burks, Oscar
Johnson, Bobby Cooper, Carol
Killlngsworth, Theresa Pitcock,
and Phyllis Rae Oglesby.
Home Ec. Reporter — Benita Mae
Armstrong.
PERSONALITIES
Junior
Name—WELDON SEEDS.
Age—-18.
Years in K. H. S.—2.
Favorite Subject—English.
Favorite Sport—Baseball.
Favorite Actor—Robert Taylor
Favorite Actress—Ann Sheridan.
Likes—All sports.
Dislikes—Grouchy people.
Ambition—Undecided.
Senior
Name—J. D. HENDERSON.
Age—18.
Years in K. H. S.—4.
Favorite Subject—Typing.
Favorite Sport—Tennis.
Favorite Actor—Wayne Morris.
Favorite Actress—Betty Grable.
Likes—Sports.
Dislikes—Bad sportsmanship.
Ambition—Radio technician.
Outstanding Characteristics of
Seniors
Personality—Bryan Burks.
Sportsmanship—Marvella Wallis.
Interest—Evelyn Mason.
Looks—Norma Dee Robertson.
Knowledge—J. D. Henderson.
Neatness—La Verne Williamson.
Sports Ability—Alvia Kenney and
Donald Carmen.
Pleasantness—Max Britt.
Speech—Weldon Armstrong.
Tactfulness—Francine Price.
Friendliness—Ton Price.
Wisecracks—Berniece Joiner.
Likeable—Frankie Beaty.
Editorial
EASTER
The origin of Easter is kept in
commemoration of the resurrection
of Jesus Christ. The name and the
festival have their origin in the
worship of a pagan Goddess of
spring; it is now the most import-
ant of Christian festivals. Easter is
a movable day. It comes on the
Sunday following the first full
moon after the sun crosses the
equator. Easter is preceded by a
series of religious holidays. Ash
Wednesday, the seventh Wednesday
preceding Easter, is the first day
of Lent. Holy Week, the week be-
fore Easter, includes Palm Sunday,
Maundy Thursday, Good Friday,
and Holy Saturday. Following Eas-
ter, which is a time for universal
rejoicing, comes Ascension Day and
Whit Sunday. Easter regulates all
the other movable feasts of the ec-
clesiastical year.
Today, many people enjoy Easter
pageants representing the resur-
rection of Jesus Christ.
UNCENSORED
Wonder who was Miss Traweek’s
boy-friend Sunday? Was it H.H.?
When will Stella be able to rec-
ognize her own cousins? Yes, we
heard about that.
How did Winona get that lovely
little cold she had Saturday night?
Maybe you can go to town next
Saturday night.
Has anybody noticed that
"flashy” tennis team — Peggy and
Judy?
Have you noticed everyone whist-
ling, singing, or humming that new
song, “Perfidia.” It is really keen.
Wonder how Hi received that
black eye? Maybe some rocks do
hit the spot.
Wonder if Donald knows a Peg-
gy? We heard he did and you
might tell by looking on that or-
ange notebook of his.
Did J. D. just accidently get left
in town Friday night? Now talk
about things being naughty!
HIGH SCHOOL NOTES
A marshmallow roast was en-
joyed by the senior class members
Friday night, March 21. Those
present were Laverne Williamson,
Marvella Wallis, Evelyn Mason,
Frankie Beaty, Norma Dee Rob-
ertson, Bryan Burke, Weldon Arm-
_ Bernice Joiner, Mr. and
Ton Price and our sponsor
Gandy.
Why is it that Max throws pa-
per wads at himself in English
class to try to get the other boys
in trouble?
Why does Ton talk so much
about the army? He must be going
to Join or something, as he worries
it all of the time.
mis funny we can’t seem to
on the nights for play prac-
Some say you can’t do very
with only two actors and no
:r.
Leona Mooney seemed to have
had a good time at Marvella’s Sat-
night. We won’t say he was
her, but could be.
is flying her colors again
over a D. W. from somewhere. We
might lose her yet.
C. L. Pitcock is absent due to ill
ness. We hope he will be back soon.
Bobby Cooper and Lonnie Lee are
the only ones from oyr class that
are wearing those sporty looking
jackets.
Dealva sure does have the blues.
I imagine it is because a certain
boy is not at school.
Well, there is only about nine
weeks of school left for this year.
That means, “just a few more
weeks to study and to toil.”
MEDITATIONS OF A LOVE-BUG
I am jus’ a 111’ ole love bug. Some
one reminds me that it is spring
so I decides maybe it is time for
me to go to work. It seems that
everything has sorta slowed up
since my last viist here. Now
there’s Weldon and Evelyn, they
shouldn’t be so cold toward each
other. Billie Wayne and Darlene
are not much better and Juanita
and Lonnie are even worse. Now
Dealva and J. V. should be com
mended on their affair as they are
the only ones here who deserve my
praises.
I don’t think that it is as much
the girls’ fault as it is the boys’
tho’. It seems that these ole boys
just can’t be satisfied at home,
which makes my work much harder
too. There was a day when I didn’t
have to go chasin’ all over the
country when I was hunting a like-
ly couple. Look at Bryan, I give
him enough love-juice at Sayre to
last for a month, then when I come
to Meridian, there he is asking for
another shot. He’s not by himself
though, because there’s Oscar, Al-
via, Max, Loyd, and Donald. Yep,
they’ve all forsaken their interest
at home. Even to Donald; I guess
it’s jus’ because there aren’t any
flaming reds around Dear Ole Kel-
ton.
These are just a few of my rea-
sons for not liking this modem
world. I guess I might as well get
myself a gasoline motor if I plan
on keeping up with it.
A Question
Of Food or
Finer Home
By GARRY CLEVELAND MYERS, Ph.D.
• “Dear Dr. Myers: I am a widow
with four children, three boys,
ages 9, 11, 13, and one girl age 4.
“Our total income is about $60
a month. As you know this is a
very small amount to raise four
children on. I have two sisters
and three brothers but they all
have families and cannot help.
“My problem is this: I am living
in a poor neighborhood, as I have
to live in a very low-priced place.
My relatives think I should move
to a better section, even if it meAnt
cutting down on food and clothing.
I do not agree with them as I
think it is more important for
growing children to have good
food. As it is, it takes all my in-
genuity to contrive well-balanced
meals on what I have to spend for
food. I do all my own baking and
other work. Although 1 am of this
opinion, at the same time it wor-
ries me that perhaps I am not do-
ing the best thing for the children.
At present they are very good,
honest children, although the boys
are a little boisterous, they are
healthy and seem to be sound in
every way.”
Agreed With Mother
I wrote this mother that I
agreed with her. If this mother
can provide the children with
wholesome food, her love, compan-
ionship and wise guidance of them
should be able to prevail against
the probable unfavorable commu-
nity influences. She cannot be
sure that a neighborhood in which
she paid twice as much for rent
would have a better moral atmos-
phere. Obviously this mother’s
relatives are thinking chiefly of
what their friends might think.
It is the American way for fam-
ilies to live in the most high-priced
community they can afford. Many
seem to make the choice largely
from the angle of appearance.
Some parents, indeed, choose an
area in which to live far higher in
price than their income can afford.
They must cut somewhere. There-
fore it may be on food, mcdicaj
and dental care. These parents
must themselves decide, of course.
But young parents considering the
kind of community (economically)
in which they should rent or own
a home should count first on the
bare necessities of food and health
care, on some insurance for the
family’s protection and on some
savings for the children’s educa-
tion. Living in a neighborhood or
up to a standard beyond the rea-
sonable limits of the income, is
hardly favorable to family happi-
ness.
A selected list of books and
pamphlets on rearing and guiding
children happily may be had with-
out cost by writing me at 236 E.
45th St., New York City, N. Y.,
enclosing a self-addressed enve-
lope with a three-cent stamp on it.
Household Hint
Apples stuffed with a mixture of
left-over oatmeal and prunes and
baked make an appetizing break-
fast dish.
Completing Biggest Bomber
This landing wheel gives you an idea of the tremendous size of the
B-19 super bomber, nearing completion at Santa Monica, Cal. The
landing gear alone, on the Douglas plane, world’s largest bomber, is
9,800 pounds, or more than the weight of a small scout bomber.
Record-Breaking Mermaids
These mermaids from the Multnomah A. C., Portland, Ore., won the
national senior 400-yard free style relay title in the National Women’s
A.A.U. Swimming Championships at Buffalo, N. Y. Their new record
is 4.12.4. Left to right: Suzanne Zimmerman, Nancy Merki, Joyce
Macrae and Brenda Helser.
YOU'RE TELLING ME!
-By WILLIAM RITT-
Central Press Writer
ONE CAN always tell when
the sports writers have given up
hope for the local baseball team.
It’s when they start referring to
the club as a "possible dark
horse.”
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Grandpappy Jenkins says we
can never attain true national
unity until we all play the same
system of contract bridge.
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Arabians drink an average of
SO cups of coffee a day. They
must suffer from a continual
shortage of doughnuts.
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, Eastern golf courses may be
converted into aircraft landing
fields, we read. Just a case of
exchanging one type of man-
made birdie for another.
! ! !
We should endure blustery
March, a writer tells us, be-
cause it introduces lovely April.
Yeah, but March is one whole
day longer than April!
! ! !
Zadok Dumbkopf says he has
not yet seen the first robin of
spring but, unfortunately, he has
already heard the first poet.
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And the man at the next desk
remarks that we have now
reached that time of year where
a fellow not only has broken ’em
all but can’t even remember
what his New Year resolution*
were!
Fine for Cook and Family
By BETSY NEWMAN
SERVE a good hearty meat
dish, a green vegetable and a crisp
salad, plus a light but nourishing
sweet, and you have an ideal meal
both from the standpoint of the
cook who must prepare it, and the
family which consumes it.
Today’s Menu
Hamburg Supreme
Buttered Cabbage
Mixed Vegetable Salad
Goldenglow Marshmallow Sponge
Coffee or Tea
Hamburg Supreme
2 tbsps. fat 1 can chow
1 can mush- mein noodles
rooms or 1 lb. hamburg
% lb. fresh 1 large onion
mushrooms 11-oz. can
Water tomato soup
Melt fat in frying pan, add meat
and chopped onion and fry to-
gether until partly cooked and
brown. Add tomato soup, fill can
with water and add, then put in
mushrooms cut into small pieces.
Season to taste. May be cooked in
casserole in oven or over low fire
on top of stove for 2 hours. When
serving sprinkle each serving
with the chow moin noodles. If
128 bake in the oven, add noodles
on top of meat and vegetables a
few minutes before removing
from oven.
• • *
Mixed Vegetable Salad
Celery cabbage Onion
Carrots Celery
Green pepper
Slice celery cabbage, chop car-
rots and a tiny bit of onion, dice
celery and green pepper. Mix to-
gether well with your favorite
dressing, or toss with French
dressing.
* * •
Goldenglow Marshmallow
Sponge
1 pkg. orange 1 pt. water
flavored Hi marshmal-
gelatin lows cut in
1 cp. canned pieces
apricots Vi pt. whipping
1 cp. apricot cream
juice
Dissolve gelatin in boiling wa-
ter, cool until it begins to thicken,
then whip with egg beater until
thick and fluffy. Add cut-up apri-
cots, apricot juice and marshmal-
lows cut in pieces; and whip 2 or 3
minutes longer. Fold in whipped
cream and pour into mold or
individual sherbet glasses. Chill
in refrigerator and serve with
whipped cream. Serves 5 or 6.
"COCKTAIL GIRL"11
_MAY CHRISTIE_JJ
SYNOPSIS
While dancing with Henry Van
Tyle, wealthy young bachelor,
Julie Trevor tries all the lure of
her sex to get him to propose. Julie
needed money and marriage to
Henry would solve her difficulties.
Henry is about to weaken when
Willie Krass, his rich, out-of-town
friend, whom Henry calls “a dia-
mond in the rough” interrupts and
asks Julie for a dance. The thought
flashes through her mind that until
Henry definitely comes to the point,
Willie could prove useful to her.
Henry overhears Julie tell Willie
that she does not want children.
How frantic she would have been
had she known that her ill-timed
speech was the death-knell to
Henry’* proposal. Next morning,
Julie telephones Henry that she
feels fine after the party and has
just returned from a long walk,
when in reality she is in bed being
served bromo-seltzer by her maid.
CHAPTER III
At the earliest opportunity,
Henry hung up the ’phone. “What
nkmg and this so-
called wild life. I’d like to get away
•—at least until my good digestion
mQ H Wo VtociafofoH “WVlflt
in the morning and they look as if
nothing had happened to them!”
“The ‘weaker eexl’ That’s a
joke!’’ agreed George heartily.
"Wouldn’t it tear you?” He sur-
denly added, “Let’s get out of town
for a bit?”
“Not a bad idea, old chap. I’m
fed up on drinking and this
i get
_ _ “iff
returns.” He hesistated. “What
say we take a run down to my stock
farm in Kentucky? Why couldn’t
we get off this morning? It’s a
peach of a day!” His eyes bright-
ened.
“Right. We’ll take in the Ken-
tucky Derby too. That’s a great
idea.”
Within a couple of hours they
were on the train and speeding
southward, without waiting to no-
tify any of their friends.
Henry’s spirits rose as New York
flew further and further behind
him. Julie . ..? No, he didn’t want
to think of her___not on this lovely
Spring afternoon . .. for Julie, un-
beknown to herself, had disillu-
sioned him.
At Cedar Tree Farm station,
Henry’s general manager—a big
he-man named “Lefty” Glyn—met
them. With him were a couple of
negroes to handle the baggage.
Henry introduced George to
Lefty, with a laconic: “Say, this
boy knows more about horses than
anybody in Kentucky!”
“Your first visit in these parts,
sir?” said Lefty, grinning from ear
to ear. “Well, you’ve come at the
right time—the Spring sure is
beautiful.”
When their first meal in Cedar
Tree Farm was over and the two
friends sitting on the verandah en-
joying a smoke, Lefty appeared for
a word with “the boss.” Among
some nearby mountaineers there
was trouble, it seemed. Diseased
cattle had been found on a neigh-
boring farm. The deputy inspector
was on his way there. The owner’s
attitude was threatening.
“The Animal Husbandry Organ-
ization is mighty strict in these
parts,” declared Henry’s manager.
“They’ve had to kill a great deal of
stock lately.”
"We’d better go over and see
what we can do,” suggested Henry,
rather intrigued by this affair. “I
feel sorry for the poor devils.”
The two men, driven by Lefty in
his car, shortly drew near the
homestead of the mountaineer in
question who was proving himself
very belligerent. The deputy-in-
spector had arrived and was check-
ing up on the cattle.
"You git out of here! I say, you
git out, or there’ll be trouble!” The
farmer and his family were gath-
ered together outside the house, the
former in a frenzy of rage against
the deputy-inspector.
"Can’t we do anything?” Henry
asked Lefty.
“Nope. Except to convince those
poor creatures that the law must
take its course.”
At this moment, as they dis-
mounted from the car, the moun-
taineer vanished into his home and
reappeared with a formidable-look-
ing Winchester.
“Looks ugly. We’d best keep out
of this,” muttered George.
“Now you git out or I’ll shoot
ye,” shouted the mountaineer, point-
ing his rife at the unfortunate in-
spector.
Suddenly there was a clatter of
hoofs, and right into the middle of
the affray rode a slender, breeched
and booted figure who quickly slid
from her horse, flung the reins
round the top of the fence, and with
rapid steps walked directly towards
the enraged proprietor, in direct
line of his rifle!
“For heaven’s sake, Martin, are
you insane ? Put down that gun at
once!” cried the girl. “Now—tell
me the trouble!” Her voice, on an
imperious note, was beautifully
modulated. With a hand on the
mountaineer’s arm, forcing his gun
down, she turned and faced the
alarmed deputy-inspector.
Henry caught his breath. The
bravery of the child! Indeed she
looked little more! And she was
beautiful to look at!
“He’s come to kill my cattle, Miss
heart beat a quick tattoo, and
though she had been perfectly cool
in facing the infuriated mountain-
eer with his loaded rifle, her breath
caught in a little gasp now as she C
said:
“I’ve been away at school for the
past four years, but I did meet you
with my father when I was a skinny
little girl of fourteen or so—now I
do remember—”
“Then you’ll let me renew an old (hi
acquaintanceship, won’t you?”
She smiled. She had even white
teeth. Her cheeks were like a peach
blossom under his look. Her face
was a perfect oval. It was framed
in soft masses of curly brown hair,
caught at the nape in curls. Her /
tailored shirt of white silk was open 1
at the throat, displaying a slender
Hypnotized by her charm, Henry came forward. Lefty introduced them.
Virginia,” quavered the farmer.
“He wants to ruin us. It’s a plot
agin us, I’m tellin’ ye!” I’ll be
bound he never sets foot near the
rich ones!”
"Nonsense, Martin. Now let him
talk. Let’s settle this matter sen-
sibly.”
How cool she was—how utterly
natural and lovely—there with the
sunlight filigreeing through the
trees in dancing pattern on her
clear-skinned, upturned face, with
her eyes like pools of kindness.
“Kentucky beauty to the rescue!”
murmured George, not slow to no-
tice Henry’s look. “Gad! the girl’s
got courage!”
“Now you’ve got to listen to rea-
son, Martin. This man isn’t at fault.
He’s only obeying orders. It’s all
for the good of the community.
We’ll think out a plan for you, so
you can re-stock”—her white brow
knitted in an adorable little pucker
—“let me see—maybe we can spare
—I’ll talk to my Dad—”
Hypnotized by her charm and
beauty, Henry came forward. Lefty
introduced them. In a few words
she explained to him the mountain-
eer’s trouble. He had but few cattle
—and now.—well, it was pretty
dreadful for him. . . .
Carried away by an emotion that
he could not analyze, Henry—to his
own amazement and certainly that
of his friends—heard himself offer-
ing to re-stock the mountaineer’s
little farm. . . .
“Is he plumb crazy?” Lefty mur-
mured, his mouth gaping.
“He’s fallen for her, hook, line
and sinker!” George groaned. He
took another look at the girl. She
looked like a young Joan of Arc.
Yes, she was pretty.
The matter finally settled, Henry
walked slowly by the side of Vir-
ginia to her horse.
“Shall—shall I see you again ? I
was wondering—we just arrived at
my place today—I scarcely ever
come to these parts—I was wonder-
ing, might we call on you?” He
was stammering like a schoolboy
before this little country girl—he,
the sought-after, sophisticated man-
about-town. What on earth had
happened to him?
Virginia Randolph thought: “He’s
the handsomest man I’ve ever
seen!” As she looked up at him, her
neck tanned by the sun. Above me-
dium height, her slenderness gave
her a boyish look. She carried her-C
self well.
“My father will be pleased, I’m
sure, if you and your friend care to
drop in tonight after dinner.”
Before Henry could help her, Vir-
ginia was on her horse, wheeled
around, and away. tg
The young man stood there as
though in a dream, gazing after her.
Virginia arrived at the big, old,
shabby house that was her home.
The only daughter of a well-estab-
lished family, like so many South-
erners, her people had been impov- 4
erished since the Civil War. Her
mother was dead. Her father
adored Virginia, and she him. Her
father’s sister, a devoted old maid,
completed the household.
Giving her horse to a darky, the
girl—a serious expression on her«c
lovely face — entered the housed
through the kitchen. Without her
usual cheery greeting to the old
mammy, she walked past her and
out to the porch.
Through the doorway, the negress
saw Virginia coming to a halt in .
front of a swinging bird-cage, star-C
ing up at it. Lost in her dreams,
Virginia saw two birds on the perch
instead of one! A smile crept over
her features. Was this a happy
omen . . .?
Then she snapped into activity.
She telephoned her best friend,la<
Charlotte Wilbertree — otherwise
“Chotty”: “Come on over this eve-
ning. I’ve something to tell you.
There may be company!”
“Say, who’re the boy-friends?”
loudly inquired Chotty.
“What difference does it make?(I6
Come on right over!”
Virginia went out into the gar-
den with a basket and a large pair
of scissors. She snipped off the
long-stemmed roses that were the
pride and joy of Aunt Lulu’s eyes.
Everything must look as lovely asjl
possible tonight.
“What’s all the excitement about,
Virginia?”
The girl flushed. “We’re having
company tonight—the gentleman
who owns Cedar Tree Farm—his
friend too—important people froma.
New York—”
(To Be Continued)
Copyright, by May Christie
Distributed by Kin* Features Syndicate, Ine.
National Groups Unite
In Effort To Decrease
Traffic Accident Rate
WASHINGTON—Impelled by the
realization that every accident de-
lays defense, 50 national organiza-
tions, pnited in support of a stan-
dard highway safety program, have
redoubled all essential traffic acci-
dent prevention efforts, It was an-
nounced here today by Norman
Damon, director of the Automotive
Safety Foundation.
More than 15,000,000 persons are
Included in the membership of the
organizations collaborating In the
concerted drive for safe and orderly
traffic. Continuing sharp Increases
in the current traffic accident to-
tals indicate the urgency behind
this wide-spread effort to save lives
and injury.
Every accident that results in
injury or death to a defense work-
er or a man available for military
duty, directly retards the defense
program, it was pointed out. “Dur-
ing 1940, 16,000 workers in trade
and industry were killed in waffle,”
Mr. Damon said, "as compared with
about 2,000 killed in manufacturing
plants. About 12,000 occupational
fatalities occurred last year in all
trade and industry, plus 4,200 fatal
accidents in agriculture.
“More important to defense pro-
duction than the fatalities were
600,000 traffic injuries suffered last
year by industry workers.
“With America becoming the ar-
senal of the democracies, the na-
tion’s highway system is the con-
veyor-belt transporting defense
workers and materials. Highways
and access roads are the only
means of transportation serving
many new defense industries and
training camps.
"This added traffic is superim-
posed upon the normal economic
demands of the nation’s highway
transportation system. With Amer-
Back to the War g,
Twelve-year-old Ann Hooton is
shown just before she took off in’
the transatlantic dipper from New
York for embattled Britain, /da
Lisbon. The girl had been evalu-
ated from London to Toronto, Can-
ada, but her parents got lonesome
without her and she’s winging back
to them—and the war.
—---Or-
ica’s economy, more than any other
nation, geared to highway trans-
portation, safe and orderly traffic
will measurably increase our pro-
ductive efficiency.”
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