Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, May 06, 1932, Image 2

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    Bellefonte, Pa., May 6, 1932.
EE ———————————————
Some women have climbed to the heights
of fame, |
‘Where only a few can go,
Giners have stayed in a little hom? |
Where gardens and childran grow, |
Ana sewed on buttons, and spread on
Aal cocked and ircned and swept, i
And wirked in the nigit weary
eyes |
While the rest of the family slept.
They've bound np bruises uni banished |
And thought up golden tales,
Sewed baseball gloves for little boys,
Made kites and dolls and sails,
And child-size pies and apple tarts
That children like to eat,
Rewarded by the eager tread
Of little, hurrying feet. i
Worn hats and coats quite out of style, |
And gone with something less
To give a little brown-eyved girl
A hat or party dress
Stayed home around the evening lamp,
‘While others laughed and played.
Shut away the merry scene,
And smiled and talked ind prayed.
And yet she wants no sympathy
For well she always knows
There's something more to motherhood
Than wearing worn-out clothes,
The plaudits of the many
That the famous woman hears,
Can't rival with the secre's
That are whispered in her ears,
The gleam of costly jewels
And luster of soft furs
Can't sparkle like the faces
Of the children who are hers,
——— A ——————
“Miss Carroll, am I right in think-
ing that you are—weil, rather mod-
ern and sophisticated, rather uncon-
ventional 7"
Dane Carroll looked up startled
and found Cameron Bruce studying
her intently. For a moment her eyes
challenged his; then they wavered
and droppea back to her open not:-
book. He had never looked at her
like this before.
“What an extraordinary question!”
“Most college girls are who go in-
to business,’
“I had only one year of college,”
she reminded him. “But what if I
“Then I've got a temporary job
for you at a thousand dollars a
“Wh-a-t 2"
“You'd have to come out and live
with us at Glenn Cove—it would be
perfectly all right,” he added. “My
invalid aunt is a perfect chaperon.”
Dane looked speptical.
“Part of your job would be to cat-
alogue a few books. There are thou-
sands in the library. The other part
would be to make my brother Stan
forget his fiancee.”
“I see. It's a joke." She smiled in-
“Joke, hell!” Cameron retorted,
tossing a newspaper clipping across
the desk, “Look at that.’
Dane picked up 4 cupping from a
morning tabloid and cucqously cle-
cipnereu an underlined sentence of
Broaaway jargon. "An announce-
of your orothers approaching mar-
nage to Gloria de Forrest,’ she.
murmured in an uncertain voice. “1
think I've heard of her.”
“Too many people seem to know
that Stan hus a million of his own
and is highly susceptible,” complain.
ed Cameron bitterly. “He's been
sued for breach of promise twice in
three years.”
“You don't approve of the latest
fiancee?” It was a polite suggestion.
“Look at her picture—there atthe
“H-m-m. What lovely legs. Well,
there are lots of nice girls in the
Cameron snorted. “I've just come
from her apartment. She paints her
finger nails to match her pajamas!"
Dane's shoulders began to tremble.
She bit her lip desperately. Then she
burst into irrepressible laughter.
“I-m-m sorry, Mr. Bruce,” she
He glared. It's no laughing mat-
ter. This isn't just breach of promise,
The boy's gone crazy, she's an angel,
and he's going to her.”
“Can't you buy her off?”
“When she knows she can marry
a million dollars?” he jeered. |
“Does all this mean you were seri-
ous—about me?” demanded Dane. |
Before Cameron replied he filled!
and lit a huge briar pipe. Then he
swung back on his secretary. “Have
you ever heard the old proverb,
‘Fight fire with fire'?" i
She nodded.
“It works. In a prairie fire Qut | ited at the library door. The man had not been overenth
West I once saved a ranch and |
horses by fighting fire with fire. This ing, brown, with curly hair and gay. 80 back to Gloria when I disap- |
| street ?” she asked when he
, scious of her
frowned. “And it's a mad idea.”
of defiance.
‘the window. For perhaps two min-
make him walk
back into his chair twenty i
later. |
“I've known Stan for twenty-two
“And if I succeeded?”
“He'd forget you in a week.”
“Thanks,” she drawled. |
He grinned unabashed. “That's
“What a dirty trick!” |
“Not as dirty as letting bim mar-
ry that y. |
“What's she like?” asked Dane
| curiously. She laid her elbows on the
desk and was leaning forward,
her |
eyes half closed.
“Dangerous. You'd have no easy!
time of it,” he replied, with a’
shrewd glance.
“Eleanor might be able to do it”
' she mused.
“Who's Eleanor?”
“Younger sister. The most beau-
tiful thing you ever saw.”
Cameron looked at Dane specula-
tively. Fluffy golden-red hair, heavy |
dark eye-lashes veiling very deep
blue eyes, a nose turned up just a
trifle, a mouth full of red curves, a
small firm chin and a slim neck.
He'd never been particularly con-
appearance before,
“Maybe,” he conceded.
“No, she's too young,” Dane went
on. “Can't let a kid go to a party
like this. But I haven't got the right '
She shook her head and
He stood before her, waiting,
“It wouldn't work.” It was a cry
“Please! You will, won't you?"
Dane rose abruptly and crossed to
utes she stood there motionless.
When she turned her face was flush-
ed and her eyes were excited. “All|
right,” she said. “On one condition. |
No money, not even my regular |
salary while I'm away from the
‘“But-—-"" {
“I wouldn't do it for money!” i
Cameron looked at her gravely. “I!
understand,” he said, after a pause. |
3 Hows york, she warned. |
“ ! have everything plan-
ned, What's the best woman's plan
'in New York?" i
“Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps B———
Gre? i
“Write it down for me. By the
time you get up there I'll have an!
account opened——"
“You'll need the right clothes if
| you're going to stampede Stan. Get |
everything—evening spo
clothes, bathing suits. You'll have to |
have everything ready to come out
rts |
{to the house tomorrow afternoon.
And listen,
I once heard a clever
woman say she never felt sure of
herself unless she were perfectly
dressed from the skin out. That |
means you get the most expensive
stockings you can buy and-—every-
thing else, Understand?"
She nodded weakly. “But all this
will cost——-"
“What are a few thousand dol-
lors?" he burst in. “If you run sec-
ond that gold-digger wins a grand
boy and a million dollar purse.”
“All right,” cried Dane reckless!y.
“I'll buy the whole damm shop.’
Cameron grinned. “Good! Now get
going, By the time you have your
hat on I'll have a check ready to
cover everything you can't get at
the clothes place.” He turned to his
At the door she hesitated. “Mr.
Bruce, have you considered the pos-
sibility of my-—well, my getting to
like Stanley?”
“Oh, you'll like him. Every one
does,” he muttered absently. :
“But what if I found I wanted to
marry into the Bruce family ny-
self?" Her voice was cool and chal-
“You undoubtedly could and
would,” he snorted. “I'm busy. Stop
bothering me. Send Miss Evans in.”
Cameron Bruce was loitering on’
the porch of the great rambling!
house as the car swept Dane up the
driveway late the next afternoon. |
He frowned over her one suitcase.
“Fretty light gun for this kind of
“Don’t worry. There's a cannon at
| the station,’ she retorted. i
“Good. Mason will show you your
room. We'll be dining alone tonight.
Stanley doesn't seem
impressed by librarians yet and)
made an agement in town,”
“I'm a little frightened,” she con-
presently if you want to join us.” |
“In ten minutes.
It was less than that when Dane
standing by Cameron was nice look- |
| you excuse me?
| ans like to read.”
| pretty good himself.
got to dress.”
“Me, too. Think you can find your
way around place now?”
“Perfectly. There's just one thing
I've mised Where is the aunt who
cha ”
“Aunt Mary? Oh, she's been up in
her room for months—in a coma,
Doesn't even recognize her nurse,
You don't have to worry about Aunt
Mary,” he added reassuringly. “We
never think of her.”
“You never——" Dane gasped in
horror and then burst out laughing.
“What's so funny?”
“Your brother said she was a per-
fect chaperon.”
The black frock must have done
its work, for it was an even more
reluctant Stanley who departed for
New York shortly after dinue-,
“Well?” Cameron demanded as
Stan's car roared down the r'ver.
Dane dropped back in her chair
and lighted a cigarette. “Well?” she
“It's all over allready. In a week
I'll be able to buy her off. Depend-
able chap, Stan.”
“He's a dear. I like him.”
“Well, your prey has escape: for
the evening, so you've nothing to do
| but amuse yourself.” He rose. “Wii |
I've got work to
“Of course.”
head gravely.
She gazed reflectively down at her
low-cut, clinging gown, examined her
carefully poushea fingernails, sur-
veyed her ankles in the shesrest
chiffon she'd ever worn. Then, with
a shrug, she rose and began roam-
ing around the big library.
“All dressed up, and nothing to
do but amuse myself,” she mutter.
ed with a grimace.
Dane Inclined her
“Where's Miss Carroll?” Cameron
demanded as he stamped into the
front hall the next afternoon.
“With Mr. Stanley on the tennis
court. Did you forget your briefcase,
gee. asked Mason in a puzzled
“No,” Cameron replied sharply.
“Bring cocktails down to the court.”
He could hear her clear laugh us
he approached, the tong of a driving
racket, and then through the trees
‘he caught a glimpse of her flying
white figure.
“Hallo, Bruce! You're home early,”
called Stanley. “Thirty-fifteen.”
Dane Carroll waved her
gayly and dropped back for her
| service.
She could serve, too,
noticed. And that lob! He used to be
Perhaps he
ought to take it up again. When the
devil did she find time to play?
Guiltily he remembered that she
hadn't 2 vacation for two years
“My secretaries always take their
vacations when I take mine,” he had
said when he engaged her. But ue
had forgotten to tell her that he
rarely took vacations. She covered
that court like a young panther.
A hard-fought set over, they
dropped down exhausted on the grass |
beside him. He poured Dane a cork-
“Cigarette ?”
“Not quite yet,” she panted.
“I'd say Stan had about met his
~~ She grinned.
“Who's got a match?” Jlemanded
Stan. No one had. “Damn! That
means going up for one,” he grim-
bled. “Why don't you have electric
bells around the garden, Bruca?"
“Try rubbing two sticks together,”
Dane su as Stan rose and
started for the house.
Cameron watched him out of ear-
shot. “Still think you won't make
your contract?” he asked sardonical-
“I might-—with a couple of fines-
ses,” she murmured.
“What happened today?”
“Well, he seems very much inter-
ested in books——"
Cameron snorted.
“———and helped me this morning
yin the library. We had a lovely
luncheon out in the garden. He
wouldn't let me go back to the
library; said you'd told him not to
| let me work too hard in the heat. It
“There'll be cocktails in the library was very thoughtful of you, Mr,
Bruce,” she added demurely.
“That's grand.”
Dane looked up puzzled. His tone
“What makes you think he won't
time I'm going to save a kid brother | “Miss Carroll, this is my brother,” pear?”
from ruining years of his life,
” i
are. i
Cameron announced casually, i
As Stanley turned toward her
“Because sh: will have given hLer-
self dead away, and Stan has pienty
Dane Yooked at him queerly. “Mr. Dane almost laughed at, the open of pride if he hasn't got any brains.”
Bruce, I couldn't do what you want | surprise on his face.
me to-—even if it were possible.”
‘Allin the on a 4 wi
down, filling ce ense
cleuds of smoke. ‘Miss Carroll, I
don't know many women in New
York. The two years I've been in
the Bast have been mostly spent in
this office, working. When I asked
myself whom I could find to get
Stan out of the damnable mess he's
in, some one attractive enough, in-
telligent enough, and yet whom I
could trust absolutely, I couldn't
think of any one but you. It's rather
a decent compliment, if you think it
over. I've not asked a woman for
help often—wouldn’t now if I weren't
up against it, Ever see Stan?”
“He's never been in the office, has
“No. Stan doesn’t like offices,” he
observed dryly. “You see, I've been
Swiftly c the room, he held |
out his hand with a boyish grin. “I
saw a librarian once, but she wore
spectacles and was very dusty.”
“I haven't been a librarian long,”
she explained. i
“Is Miss Evans taking care of you
at the office?” she asked after a
silence, o
“Miss Evans is a fool,” he explod-
ed “If I'd known——""
A gay whistle came through the
“Stan, I've got to make some trees.
telephone calls, Give Miss Carroll a
cocktail, and you might show her
around the place a bit, if you have
time,” Cameron suggested and stalk-
ed out of the room.
The next hour Stanley devoted to
a study of librarians. He discovered
that they played tennis, swam and
adored dancing, that they walked
with a lithe, swinging grace, that
they could be disturbing when
looked up at you through black eye-
lashes, that they used strange and
subtle perfume; and he suspected,
though he wasn't sure, that their
“Hey, Dane! We'd better dress.
It's getting late,” Stanley called.
“Late for what?” Cameron de-
“We're going to motor into town
for dinner and a show.”
“Oh! Well, T guess T'll be moving
on.” He rose and left them.
That evening in the library, for
the first time in years, Cameron
they | Bruce was actually conscious of the
fact that he was alone in a room.
Last night Dane Carroll had been
stretched out in that chair by the
fireplace, white and black and gold,
Lucky librari-
t |
Cameron |
He wandered
turned a few of them over with his
| foot,
‘and examined the cards she'd been
He knew her handwrit-
over to the pile of
Well, he might as well read. What
a fool he'd been not to bring home
' that briefcase!
The next morning when Cameron
strode into the dining room for his
usual 8 o'clock breakfast he halted
in surprise, for a slim figure in gay
striped linen was curiously poking
"into the setaming dishes on the
sideboard. It had been scarcely four
hours since he had heard Stanley's
car being put away in the garage.
“Good morning, Mr, Bruce.”
“You're early-—considering
hour you got in,” he growled.
“Oh, we had a marvelous time!
| We went dancing after the theatre.
But waking up early seems to have
become a habit.”
He poured himself a full tumbler
of iced orange juice and sat down
at the table.
“How do you take your coffee?”
she asked from the sideboard.
“Cream, no sugar,” he admitted
“There seems to be kidneys and
scrambled eggs here. Which do you
| want?”
“Neither,” he snapped. “Sit down,
sit down! People wait on themselves
here at breakfast.”
“I'm sorry I was rude,” Cameron
finally blurted out.
Dane answered with a grin,
“Good morning, children.” came a
blithe greeting from the doorway.
Cameron turned and regarded his
brother sourly. “May I ask what
gets you up four hours earlier than
usual 2”
“Oh, nothing. Just happened.”
Cameron shielded himself behind
his morning paper and listened with
growing irritation to their gay chat-
ter about the preceding -veuing.
Finally he slapped his paper down!
with a savage smack and started
for the door, “I'm glad you enjoyed
yourself. I myself spent most of the
night answering telephone calls for
| “Some girl called you from New
York five times between 11:30 and
Stanley noticed Dene's mouth
| twitching and he flushed. Swiftly he
tog up the interrupted conversa-
A moment later Cameron reap-
peared “Stan, if you're going ‘0 be
| here this evening we might get a
| fourth in for bridge.” His voice was
elaborately casual. :
“I thought we'd go over to the
club and dance.”
“Oh! well. T may stay in town for
dinner then.”
Dane regarded the empty doorway
with a frown, “Has your brother
| ever been interested in anything ex-
cept work—women, for instance?”
she asked abruptly.
“Cam?” Stanley laughed. “Oh, no,
He wouldn't know wnat a woman
was if he saw one coming down tae
' Street. He's buried alive in his mines,
twenty-four hours a day.”
“H-m-m, Nevertheless, I begin to
suspect that things may work out,”
Dane observed.
“What do you mean?”
She looked at him blandly. “Why,
the first evening here it all seemed
quite hopeless. He didn't seem to
have the slightest interest in what
| 1 really came down here to do. But
‘this morning I'm positively optimis-
‘tic, We're going to discuss the
library work every morning at
| breakfast.”
| “Good heavens!
This will be my
last early e then. Say, ex-
cuse me a minute!” He tore out of
| the room.
+ He overtook Cameron at ihe front
| door.
“Say, Bruce, for the love of heav-
| en,
‘know anything about the girl, will
i you 2”
| “You mean your fiancee?” Camer-
on asked coldly,
| “Yes. You see—well, I'd rather
| tell her about it myself some time.”
No ill humor could survive that
and Cameron burst out laughing.
| “All right, Stan. You tell her, So
| long."
! Thursday morning Cameron
| thanked Dane, when without a word
| she poured his coffee.
Friday morning he decided it was
| rather pleas to chat with some-
one at kfast. On Saturday morn.
ing he did not even pick up his
paper until he suddenly became self-
| conscious with the realization that
| he was no longer thinking of this
| girl as an unusually efficient secre-
tary in severe, tailored black, He
was thinking of an agile figure in a
scant white tennis dress, of a provo-
cative outline of black silk and white
shoulders against a blood-red chair,
of the sharp gray silhouette against
the dining-room window he had
found waiting for him that morning.
That noon when he stepped off the
train at Glenn Cove he looked around
for his chauffeur in vain. ‘Then
he saw Dane. She was standing on
ing to him. The wind was blowing
her red hair about her face
“What are you doing here?”
“Meeting you.”
“You drive. What have you done
with Stan?” he asked ironically.
Then he crossed to the table ages
don't let Dane, Miss Carroll, for?
the seat of his own runabout wav- |
ae, Seatly. “But, Jou ee, those hinge
i bappened to come my ho
| “Ha looked for them?”
“Som I think I have.”
| Dane was out across the
business with the water, brooding. “At 35 you're rec-
bombarding him ognized as one of the most bril-
telegrams. He won't answer the | liantly successful men of r -
any more, you know.” eration, but I think TOE Sa
is a swell car” liest man I've ever known,”
“How old are you?” , Cameron flinched. “Let's forget
She glanced around quizzically and depressing things and swim,” he
Ithen turned back to the road. said.
| “Twenty-two.” An hour and a half later as they
“Same as Stan,” he muttered. reached the house he turned to her
“One month younger, And how diffidently. “You're going out again
old are you—as long as we're telling tonight, I suppose?”
?" The question developed an “Would you rather we didn't?”
impudent lilt. | “No, of course not. Why should
“Thirty-five,” he snapped, and be- I?" Then he faced her squarely and
gan to ponder over the fact that for stopped. “You like Stan a good deal,
three days she had not mentioned don't you?” he demanded.
| Stan except in reply to direct ques-, “And if I do?”
, tions. He shrugged. “Nothing. I just re-
As they turned into the drive he membered your threat of marrying
roused himself. “How about swimi- into the family.”
ming?" “Would you object?” she asked
“Who?” You and Me?” lightly.
“Of course. Who else?” “Have you really fallen in love?"
“I'd love to,” she murmured with The question was so harsh that it
a little smile. seemed almost a statement.
“Afterward we might try out the Her deep blue eyes reurned his
new speedboat—I haven't been in keen gaze steadily. “Yes.” she said.
; her yet,” he added, almost as though ' Cameron wheeled and entered the
an explanation were needed. house. At the threshold of his private
The words were commonplace, hut study he halted. There, stretched out
Dane received so sharp an impres- in a big chair, apparenly exhausted
sion of something wistful and not and very fagged, was Stan. Camnar-
altogether happy in his voice that on looked at hum inquiringly, then
she had a sudden impulse to reach shut the door. “Hello, kid. What's
out for his hand. “All right, we'll the matter?”
try out the new speedboat,” she “I've been waiting for you,” he
said. blurted out. “It's all off with Gloria
“I can't tell which is hotter, the de Forrest.”
wood under me or the sun over me,” | “Congratulations,” Cameron drawl-
observed Cameron haif an hour later ed. “Did she take it like a lady 7”
as he stretched himself out full! “Well —not exactly. I guess you
length on the dock. were right about her after all,
Dane regarded him silently as Bruce
she peeled off her beach pajamas., “Heart's broken and threatens to
She was wondering how a man who Sue?” Stan nodded miserably.
apparently spent all his time work- _ “She's got all the letters and evi-
ing kept his body in such perfect dence she needs, I s ™
shape. “I'm nothing but a damn fool.” It
“Say, this is grand,” Le grunted, Was a groan.
closing his eyes. “H-m-m. Well, you don’t want
“I'd advise you to look at my @another suit right now, Telephone
bathing suit carefully.” her and tell her to come in and spe
His eyes opened on a golden brown me at the office Monday morning --
body in a wisp of black quite una- Without a lawyer.”
bashedly standing there for in- “You're the swellest guy that ever
spection. He looked at her deliber- lived, Bruce.”
ately, silently. Then something in “In my own way I'm a bigger fool
‘his expression broke through her than you are, my lad. Get out, now.
nonchalance. It's—it's the only I've got things to do. If you're look-
thing that didn't cost a small for- ing for Miss Carroll, she's probahly
tune,” she explained, dropping down In the library,” he added in a gruff
‘beside him. “Have you been noticing voice.
my clothes?” 1 suppose,” Dane greeted Stan
“I have,” he replied, realizing Pensively when he found her a mo-
‘with a shock that it was true. ment later, “the reason your hroth-
| “I'll never forget that day,” she ©r i8 50 pitifully and stupidly blind
mused. “To buy, and buy, and buy, 1S that he's lived so long the
‘and never ask a price! It was the Stygian darkness of his mines.”
most exciting thing I've ever dome. Bruce is the greatest person who
And knowing what everyone was ever ged albemonlii ys
in I charged everything to ‘Really ' an
| n g 2 ® Tything eyebrow. “Did you have a i
" “What do you mean?” in town, Sasling ? % i
“You don't suppose they thought " need cocktails.
1 was your daughter, do you?” she Having waited half an hour, Dane
asked coolly. Hop he was h Sith
dese 1 hover thought of anything thought b ato a
“No, you wouldn't,” she sighed. gap Yynivy Happened to vour lord
“Have you ever decided what youre A pas! r?
going to do with this trousseau when. f ¢ Fuse went off an
‘my job's over?” Dane # » in the uh
| “What I'm going to do with it?" AAO frowned. “Say when ne'd be
“Of course. t belongs to you.” NYS i
She looked at him mischievously. yo Until late tonight.
“Maybe your Aunt Mary" “N y Frond Ch atage !
“You're leaning over backward, , 0, Miss Carroll, except to order
aren't you?” reakfast a half hour early for to-
| Dane shook her head. “You could ™OrFoW—is that all?
sell the dresses for quite a lot.”
“I'm not in the old clothes busi-
ness! Throw everything away.”
“Maybe my sister Eleanor could
wear some of the things. She's quite
shameless about such matters.”
“Oh, yes, the beautiful sister. All
right, dump everything on her. Ry
the way, did Stan actually tell you
hour ago,
At 10 o'clock that ht w she
told Stan she bay & "iE ig
went to bed, Cameron had not re-
turned, But, having carefully set her
alarm clock ahead half an hour, she
was gazing out of the dining room
window when she heard his step at
why he was going to New York?" io) Ih Next morning. She heard
“He didn't have to. But you need- | “Good morning, ” came a stiff
n't worry about what's happening greeting. i
to him. I did my best to—well, for-
tify him this morning before he left.
I think the memory of his last few . 's going tod
minutes with me may linger on for Cao ea] 2d be ne rl
a few hours.” Dane smiled reminis- board poured his orange juice, his
' cently. :
ameron tr ; ; Sollee, andtook: tiem both to his
“Why so disapproving?” Dane watched him in silence and
“I don't like the picture you
LR P | then , Shrried her own breakfast to
“May I ask how I'm to captivate Presently she looked up. . “Stan
your brother almost overnight except | ju oq™ mato marry him yesterday,”
by using what sex appeal ! happen she announced. :
(to have?" she demanded flippantly. ~ .; suppose I'd better begin calling
“What did you bring me out here. you ‘Dane’,” he remarked at last.
There's no reason why you
shouldn't she replied gravely.
“I'll clean up the de Forrest affair
today so there won't be anything to
She turned with a grin. “We both
seem to be early,”
| “I don’t like it,” he repeated. |
Dane became serious. “You know
if the right woman got hold of Stan
she could make a lot out of him.”
“Yeah?” worry about,” he went on in the
| fushed hi cal Same even voice,
t Her eyes at his cynical "Uno. frowned. “I should think
skepticism. “You're not {air to nim!"
'she cried. “Whose fault is it he's
never done a stroke of work? You
made Stan what he is. You gave a
10-year-old kid a million dollars
outright to play with!”
“The stock was only worth
| thousand then,” he protested.
you'd be pleased, the way things
have turned out. Isn't everything all
| Cameron's jaw tightened. “You
know I think he's damn lucky, You'll
ten Make something out of him if any
| one can.” After 3 pause, pe went on
. i b u y: “ every-
“And as far as I can see, you've ©VERn more brusq
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“Of course there are,” he agread | (Continued on page 3, Col. 5.)