|BuTToN 170 GET | SIGNAL ThenWait For GREEN LIGHT Bi I INTERNATION. Make Their Own Right of Way ey EE Pittsburgh has installed at busy traffic intersections a device by which the pedestrian can turn on the red light that stops vehicles and permits him to cross the street in safety. These little children are making use of it, the four-year-old boy pushing the button. LIGHTS OF NEW YORK THE PATTON COURIER By WALTER TRUMBULL The movies have long been taking stars from the stage. Now the stage Is taking stars from the movies. It really is very simple. Theatrical pro- ducers said to themselves: “Why not make the movies help rather than hurt our business? The movies have spent huge fortunes mak- ing the pictures of certain persons known in every city, town and hamlet, Naturally, the country in general would like to see these stars in per- son; see them check in at the hotel ; stroll along the street; take a curtain call; come out the state door. For that it one thing about a moving pie- ture: the stars are not home-grown; they are canned goods, and you can't meet them at the stage door after the show. So let's play the human ele- ment. There should be money in it.” * * . So saying, the theatrical producers proceeded to make the road to Holly- wood a two-way street. I suppose they talked to the movie stars of the thrill of appearing hefore an audience which paid to get in, rather than an audi- ence of camera men, who were paid to be there; of the sweet sound of ap- plause; of flowers handed over the footlights, Anyhow, there are a num- ber of moving picture performers who are trying their hands at becoming actors and actresses. * * -. There is a big difference in the two games. There are no retakes on the stage. There is no retouching. There fs a prompter, but no director with a megaphone. And the perfect thing must be done night after night, not caught just czice under prepared con- Plan Statue for Alaskan Heroine Seattle.—Loved by the hardy Alas- kan prospectors and gamblers as one woman who remained “pure and white as the snow” during the gold rush days of '97 and '98, Mollie Bell will live again when her friends erect a bronze statue of her at Skagway, Alaska. The laughing-eyed Irish lass, hon- ored by all on the trail and in camp, was the belle of the North. She was a comrade and tender-hearted pal to the unkempt men who plunged into the wilderness to seek their fortunes. and lost her. He has had a bronze image of the famed Alaska belle mold- ed for a pedestal to be placed in a Skagway park dedicated to her mem- ory. Far different than the dance-hall girls, Mollie Bell was the angel of the camps, and her name is still spoken in hushed reverence by the old-timers. It was she who cared for the sick and friendless, who grubstaked prospec- tors, who lent a helping hand wher- ever she could. Mollie went North while she was in One of her closest friends was | her early twenties and opened a grub “packer Jack” Newman, who wooed | shack near Lake Bennett. “Packer HE HHH HH HHH hours?” I asked her once, for she IMAGINATION By THOMAS AR ARK Dean of ~Oniversity of Illinois. >» ) ° * . ] 0) : EE HH OOH HHO We are a tremendously practical people these days. We are avid for facts. We want to know when and where and why. We are not satis- fied .until we know the length and breadth of what- ever we are con- cerned with, Ex- actness, truth, something that can be demonstrated, proved, measured, weighed, is what we require. Faith and imagination “we take little stock in. I knew an old woman years ago who gave me a new insight into the joys of life. She had been a helpless crip- ple for five years or So, and during that time had not been outside the walls of the little room in which she lay. She was 'e:'f blind, too, and could only dimly make out the figures who came and went in her room, and yet she was happy. “How do you pass the long, tiresome POSED FOR ACTION ; Rt Frank (“Deacon”) Waite, in fight $ng pose, as he appears behind the puck for the New York Rangers, pow: erful © metropolitan. hockey team. Waite is in the first string of substi: tutes. was very much alone. “1 travel a good deal,” she replied, “and of course there are always books to enjoy.” the room for years, and her eyes were so dim that it was only by my step and the sound of my voice that she recog- nized me, “Tell me about your travels,” I sug- gested. “] go fast,” she explained, “faster even than an airplane could take me. I have been in England this morning —down in Devon. 1 heard the birds singing and I saw the green fields. The roses were blooming and I caught the perfume of the lilacs. It is very beau- tiful in Devon, and I go there often and see again all the things that 1 knew so well and loved so much when 1 was a girl.” “And how about the asked. “] read a great deal when I was young,” she explained—*Dickens and Scott and Thackeray, and poetry, too, and now when time begins to drag I pick up one of these old friends and go over the story again and renew my acquaintance with my old friends. It is almost as good as actually being able to read. You see I play I am reading.” Imagination! It kept her busy; it kept her contented and happy. The Bacons had lived in our town all their lives and practically all their friends were there. Now they were ten thousand miles away in a foreign world among entire strangers and with a strange job to be done. It was books?” 1 Sts, SET aot bok ot | Jack” met her first when he stumbled into her tent one night suffering from a frozen hand. She administered aid to him as she had to others, and a romance began. “Packer Jack” became a bit too sure of himself, however, and when Mike Bartlett began showering atten- tion on Mollie, Pack ordered her to forbid Bartlett entrance to her grub tent. Mollie married Bartlett. Mollie gradually drifted away from her direct contact with the trail, and in 1902 she was living in Seattle with her husband. Her brief life ended in October of that year when she was shot and killed. Bartlett was acquit- ted of her murder when adjudged tem- porarily insane. Now Mollie's going back to Alaska to take her rightful place on the Skagway trail, a perpetual reminder @-(iEre-was-ab tegst-one Pir oT TA trails who was not a “dance-hall Lou.” ditions, as it is in the movies. Nor is throwing the voice to the back of a theater the same thing as talking for a megaphone, Stage tricks are not the same as movie tricks, and they take longer to learn. * & =® Although Harlemites are inveterate gamblers, there has never, so far as I can discover, been a roulette wheel there. The game of policy, now known as “numbers,” is the most pop- ular form of gambling and next to that comes dice shooting. The police don’t bother much about the card clubs, but they will not let a dice house get started, if they can help it. The rea- son is that it draws all the crooked element, colored and white, and there are too many stabbings, cuttings and shootings. Iam told that there is only one dice house in Harlem and that it probably will be closed at any mo- ment. Crap games in private apart- ments, between friends, or supposed friends, always go on. ® & @ Those persons who find boxing bouts dull affairs, as many of them are, should try a new system. They should go to the smaller clubs and, instead of looking, listen. Here top price for seats is never more than three dollars and everything is on an intimate foot- ing. At the big baseball parks the seats close to the ring are occupied by bankers, brokers, stars of finance and the stage, and the sort of persons who take their public amusements in a more or less dignified manner. The rough wit, who has money only for a cheaper seat, is too far from the play- ing field to make his voice heard, and the very size of the park and crowd make him feel his own insignificance, cramp his style and give him an in- feriority complex; which is one of the things that is the matter with base- pall. Perhaps the remark of the fight club gallery god that has been most often repeated was the one made when a yellow-haired boy was back-pedaling desperately, but not fast enough to escape a beating. “Hey, blondy,” yelled a galleryite, ‘you're wanted on the telephone.” * = * Dr. Frederick W. Hodge tells me that he believes the oldest apple trees in the United States are to be found in the Manzano region of New Mexico. They were planted by Spanish monks about 1656. In the wooded portions of Ohio, wild apple trees still are to be found, planted by the man known as “Appleseed Johnny,” The story is that he used to wander around eating apples and carrying a cane. When he finished an apple, he bored a hole in the ground with his cane and planted the seeds. I might try that in Cen- tral park. (©, 1930, Bell Syndicate.) Love at First Sight Pr 5 av Happy After Paying Huge Debt Kansas City, Mo.—Twelve years ago he was a millionaire-minus, that is, he owed a million. And today Emory J. Sweeney of this city is a schoolman, free of debt— and he intends to stay that way. Making the million in real estate de- velopments was difficult enough, but paying his debts of a million was even more difficult so he has no desire for either experience again, he is certain. Mr, Sweeney settled his debts by disposing of some of the luxuries which his fortune brought him. They included a huge mansion, a ten-story business building, a fleet of metor cars valued at $100,000, a huge real estate subdivision, and a radio station. Today the man lives in a comfort- able home and owns a three-story not easy, and sometimes Bacon's cour- age waned — he longed for the old friends, for the old scenes, for the help that comes from companionship. He care in one afternoon, from a long A man spends one-third of his life in bed, but it's the other two-thirds that usually cause all the trouble. face radiant. his wife walk into the country, “Where have you been?” asked him, “I have been back home for a while,” he said. “I have seen the campus and our old house and I have had a long talk with Watson, and I have shaken hands with a dozen of the old friends, and it has done me a world of good. I am not so homesick as I was.” She understood. It was only imagi- nation. For the moment he had thrown off his present environment and had gone back to the old one, and he was recreated. ¢©, 1930, Western Newspaper Union.) SUCH dy LFF TB & AMZIGUOUS . Bur TRE HEY, MOM! JUNIOR MET UP WH AN ACUDENT= Ap HoW “TELL US AGAIN JUANIOR WELL, FOLKS, GOOFEY Hr ME IN THE EVE Bro BACK 7 HEE building where his school is conducted. The good heart of Mr. Sweeney ac- tually proved his undoing. He was at the height of his pros- perity at the end of the World war, when influenza swept the nation and snapped the backbone of his fortune. “I took care of the sick boys, al- though I was only paid to teach them,” Sweeney explains, “Influenza became the country’s problem, and I made those boys my own problem, I bought and rented hospitals—and paid the bills out of my pocket.” The real estate business suddenly seemed stricken by illness, too, for Mr. Sweeney met trouble in that field also. Finally he counted his debts at the million mark, and then he began pay- ing his obligations. The last settle- ment was made just a few days ago when he disposed of Indian Village, a pretentious land development from which he at once time expected to realize another fortune. AFTER CHINESE LOAN Judge Paul M. Linebarger, legal ad- viser to the Chinese Nationalist gov- ernment, came to Washington as a special envoy of China to negotiate | for a proposed loan sf about $360,000, 000 in silver. Plans for the loan spe- for military purposes, but rather in re- turning Chinese soldiers to the pue- suits of peace. Lh = WAS the night before Christmas, 3 when all through the house a creature was stirring, not not ever a mouse. Stns see Be Plano Time J Christmas, By W.L.Gaston en — ~~ z S$ Red Coals? '¢ “hristmas 3 pro» gS By hey Graham Bonne e 3 HEY had a good time Christ- mas at the Mackey home; in fact they had several good times—more good times than needed. Mr. Mackey had a prosperous insurance busi- ness down town. His son, ¥ I'rank, was a deputy in the city clerk's office and his was a confidential clerk in daughter one of the big law firms. y Mrs. Mackey was housekeeper and homemaker, She was president of the Ladies’ Aid society and in addi- tion to other duties, was organist for the church choir. Christmas was coming, in fact was cnly a few days off. An energetic clock agent was in town selling elec- tric clocks. The Mackeys needed a clock so it was easy to sell Mr. Mackey one as a Christmas present for his wife. The agent inquired about the family, and in a day or two he had sold a clock to the son for his mother, and the daughter bought one, confi- dent that a clock would be just the present her mother would enjoy. | bought | | | On Christmas eve all the { cify that the money would not be used | The members of the Aid society were interviewed and a clock was for their president, Mrs. Mackey. Of course, the choir wanted to express their appreciation of their - nro organist and they bought a clock and sent it to the Mackey home marked “Do not open until Christmas eve.” packages were brought in and the family gath- ered around the tree to inspect the gifts that old Santa had brought. That generous old soul handed Mrs. Mackey five good electric clocks. There was some little tinge of chagrin, but it | could not be helped. Mrs. Mackey kissed thera all and said playfully that she was going to have the time of her The next morning, as Mr. Mackey was dressing he looked out of the | window and saw the clock agent hur- rying toward the depot. A hundred i yards behind him came one of the Mackey neighbors. Mr. Mackey hailed the neighbor and said: “Stop that | man ahead of you; I want to see him, I will be right up.” When the neigh- bor reached the depot, the train was ready to start and the agent was | elimbing aboard. The accommodating neighbor pulled his coat and informed him that Mr. Mackey wanted to see him, “I can’t wait,” replied the { agent, “but I know what he wants. {He wants one of these clocks.” “If that is what he wants,” said the neigh- | bor, “I can take it to him. How much is it?” “Fifteen dollars,” replied the agent, The exchange was soon made and as the train pulled out Mr. Mackey | came running all out of breath. “Has that man gone?’ he exclaimed ad- | dressing his neighbor. “Yes,” replied | the neighbor, “but that is all right, I {got the clock for you. Here it is, ! you can hand me the money any time.” HE children had gone to bed their stockings were al hanging by the fireplace They were filled now. And two persons were sitting in front of the fire talking. N “Shall I put on another log?” he said. “No, we had better not sit up much longer. Let's just stay until the red coals become dull,” she an: swered. *Hvery Cliristmas eve ihey had sal like this when the house was quiet, after the stockings had been filled, after the tree had been trimmed. It was becoming cooler since the fire had almost gone out, but their chairs were drawn closely up before the shining and- irons. “You always pol- ish them so beauti- fully for Christ. mas,” he said. “You never grow tired of making everything as love- ly each succeeding year.” “And you never grow tired of ap- preciating—per- haps that is why I can always take such an interest,” 7 ; Ls she said. lille, “The andirons shine with fresh brilliancy each year,” he said. “Like our love for each other,” she added. And then, for fear he might think she was a little too sentimental for one whose hair already had many streaks of gray she added: “You make me so sentimental, you darling.” He put his hand on hers. “It has been a hard year—all the years have their struggles, but every year, as I sit with you in front of this old fire it seems as though there is nothing that I want in this world.” They were straightening up the room now. Everything was in its place. The presents were under the tree, the small toys were poking their jolly little selves out of the stockings. “I think the thermometer will show zero before morning,” he said. “I'll give the furnace an extra poke.” She waited while he went down into the cellar, and as he came up, and then went to lock the front door—the flickering lights from the stars and the bright white of the snow gleamed through at them. “It’s so beautiful,” he said. take a look at it.” He put her heavy coat around her shoulders and together they stood cut in front of the house for a moraent. “You always,” he told her, “have been my guiding star.” And she put her hand in his and smiled through slightly moist eyes. He was so willing to praise, so willing to say those things when he thought them, that it had made her, she knew, the sort of a person she was, Each of them lived up to the praise and love the other gave. “Let's warmed their hearts throughout all the year. (@, 1930, Western Newspaper Union.) (©, 1930, Western Newspaper Union.) The glow of the Christmas fire, 7 By ELMO SCOTT Drawing by Ray OME one has st: person were nationalist ¢ by joining fi tion of the days thro world, he w that he wor only some during the whole 365 of which to busy himself v occupation. As Americ new year, they may be know that 1931 holds fo as many rest days as w By similar state laws, erywhere in the Union a as are New Year's day, day, Washington's birthd day. Now let us consider ties if a person set out t ery holiday which is gene ly observed in the Unites could begin with Januar) course, is New Year's da; A week later he should hb leans where the annive battle of New Orleans as a holiday. On Januar) join in the observance versary of Benjamin Fra day, which is not a holid . but which is widely obs beginning of Thrift wee Two days later, Janus were in Alabama, Flor; North Carolina, South Ca ginia, he could join in th of the birthday annivers Robert E. Lee, and ten January 29, he could hor ory of President William February is the shorte the year but there's onl month which has more d: to celebrate. If this hypo day-celebrating citizen d Ground Hog day is impo to justify observance on he can make a quick tri and there help the citiz state celebrate Arbor da it on the first Monday and this year it's Februai will have to hurry to ge in time to help them cel Arbor day on the first Fr ruary which falls on Feb year. On February 12 he ebrate Georgia day in tl though most people think as the occasion for honori ory of Abraham Lincoln versary of his birth, 1 join in that celebration it essary for him to go nort are only 14 states, all ir which have made Lincoln’ legal holiday. They are Delaware, Illinois, India Minnesota, New Jersey, North Dakota, Pennsylv: Dakota, Washington, We and Wyoming. Curiously e tucky, the state which gav takes no official cognizance It is generally observed ir even though not officially, the states, including some in the South. February 14 is St. Val and February 15 is Maine { the Maine!”) day, both c can observe if he chooses February 17 will be celel legal holiday in Alabama, Florida and in five parishe ana, For it is Shrove Ti day before Ash Wednesd: which are determined by t date of Easter Sunday) wl brated as Mardi Gras day slang, Mardi Gras or “Fa the day ‘before Lent begi Louisiana it ushers in the tival in New Orleans. O observing traveler can sper 22 in any state he pleases, fngton’s birthday is official ed in every state in the when March comes in eit
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