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A New Serial "China Seas" Starts On This Page Next Week
THE DALLAS POST, DALLAS, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 2, 1935.
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The Building of Solomon’s Temple.— When Hiram, king of Tyre,
that the latter intended to build a temple. “And Solomon sent to Hiram, saying,
sent messengers to Solomon, he was informed
‘Thou knowest how that David, my fa-
ther, could not build a house unto the name of the Lord his God, for the wars which were about him on every side,
until the Lord put them under the soles of his feet.
there is neither adversary nor evil occurrent. And, be
But now the Lord my God hath given me rest on every side, so that
hold, I purpose to build a house unto the name of the Lord my
God.’ P=1 Kings 5: 2-5. Lumber for the temple was brought from Lebanon and many thousands of men were en-
gaged in the work of building it. I Kings 6 gives details of the construction of the temple, and the fact that it
took seven years to build it. King Solomon sent to Tyre and had Hiram, who was a worker in brass, brought
to Jerusalem. And Hiram wrought many
decorations for the temple. Solomon constructed an edifice which ever
since has been famous as a symbol of costliness and magnificence. This illustration is from Merian’s story of the
Bible in pictures, engraved in 1625.
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Modern Methods Upset
Fruits in Winter No Longer a
T used to be that when a writer
tales wanted -a good
of fairy
story situs
stepmother
gather strawber i
or a wicked witch
cherries when the snow lay white
on the ground.
The adventures of the hero in
getting himself out of this diffi-
the ac-
ten
cents or so, and a corner grocery
store would do the trick, and cur-
cult situation composed
tion of the story. Today,
tail the story.
But if you think that this -mat-
ter of fruits out of season was a
Old-Fashioned Fairy Tales
Prchlem
luring the Civil War, they did | Varieties of Vegetables
t compare with the delicious-
i canned foods which are
today. An in
methods of
ruits and vege
methods of cannin her
responsible for the
or which t
emand — such as tc
has
great
s which canners have made
git
strid
Se es, corn, peas, be: paragus
Long before the plow is stuck | around a little that you can also
into the ground, canners have|phyy artichoke buds, Brussels
been at work to make the can of | sprouts, tiny, whole white pota-
peas which you open for your | toes, sweet potatoes, beets sliced
dinner, the finest tasting Dpeas| or diced, baby carrots whole or
possible. They have entered into | diced, and the various strained
contracts = with the farmers,
vegetables which are so ‘delicious
problem only of ancient times, it
may be interesting to know that
if your grandmother had casually
remarked to your grandfather,
one winter day, that they were
going to have peaches for dinner
—he would probably have called a
doctor to see if all was well with
grandmother. It was not until
the Civil War that canned foods
became known, and even then
they were difficult to get and the
varieties were so limited that they
were not generally used.
Canners Make Intensive Study
And while these first’ canned
faods were a boon to the soldiers
studied their soil conditions, and
in many cases supplied them
their seed. They send experts
to help them during the growing
season so that the crops will be
handled in such a way as to pro-
duce the best crop.
When the crop is ready, the
canners provide means for quick
harvesting, transporting and pre-
paring for the cannery. Modern
scientific methods of canning
these foods are well known, and
the best proof of their efficiency
is the high quality of the product
—with which we are all so
familiar.
and so convenient for preparing
dishes which call for purée.
It is not only at seasons when
fresh fruits and vegetables .are
not possible that the housewife
uses these tender, delicious
canned products. There are many
times in midsummer when the
vegetable markets show so-called
fresh vegetables which are limp
and wilted from long processes of
transportation, or from drying out
on the display shelves in the
store, that the housewife prefers
to buy these same fruit and vege-
table varieties, always fresh and
full-flavored in cans.*
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IT’S COMING
A series of colorful
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HAVE YOU MADE YOUR WILL?
the early residents of
Dallas — names which
still survive in tradition
—pages from the his-
tory of the Back Moun-
tain Section. Watch for
Watch for the series of twelve articles which
have been written for The Post by Stanley M. Yet-
ter, outstanding authority on inheritance taxes
and estate analyses, on “Oddities In Wills”. Mr.
Yetter will answer, without charge, any question
you have on the subject.
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(SyNopsiS: Marcia Townsend
living with her modern-minded
grandmother, Fanny Townsend,
finds that she i8 in love with
Sherry Warren, New York’s
hcndsomest heartbreaker. But
just when she has decided to
forget him he proposes to her.
She accepts with the mutual
vw nderstanding that They will ex-
nect nothing of titeir marriage
tut a heartrending flop. For a
year and a half they are bliss-
fully happy. Then Sherry meets
an old flame in a cafe bar. She
1s with his cousin Edgar. Leav-
ing, Sherry goes across the
street to join her at another
Kar.) 3
Chapter Six
A REFORMED CHARACTER
Somewhat hesitantly Sherry seat-
¢J himself at the bar. “A sidecar—
no, a scotch and soda,” he ordered.
The proprietor bustled up. “Good
afternoon, Mr. Warren.”
“Good after-
noon, Joe.” Sher-
ry stole a look
at the door.
“Expecting
someone?”
“No. On my
way to the
train” Unac -
countably
he had suddenly
decided that this
was true. He felt
as if he had
miraculously es-
caped a mishap.
Glancing at the
door again he
saw Edgar
stamping in fu-
riously.
“Well,
is she?”
“Where is
who?”
“Now don’t
give me that
Wheres Te-
rese?”
Sherry sipped
his drink inno-
cently. “Isn’t she
with you?”
“She's gone.”
Edgar was al-
mest screaming with rage.
doggone it you took her.”
Sherry looked him squarely in
the eye. “Edgar, I didn't.”
“Well, who did?”
“I don’t know.” An injured look
came over his face. “How can you
think I'd do such a thing.”
“How can 1 think—" Edgar
choked over the words. “You've
been doing it since 1 was five years
old.”
“Well, I've reformed.” Sherry
glanced at his watch. “How about
coming out to the country with us
tonight? Oh, no—that’s right, you
can’t. Marcia and 1 are having a
weekend alone. Fanny's coming,
though—and perhaps—"
Edgar shook his head surlily.
“Sorry. I've got a date. I mean 1
had a date. Where do you suppose
she went?” Sudden inspiration
struck him. “Maybe she’s been kid-
napped. I wouldn't put it past her."
He sprang into activity. “I'll get
my dog. He can track her down.
I'l have him smell one of her
shoes.” He looked a Sherry slyly.
“Have you got one of her shoes?”
where
“And
Sherry’s regret was apparent as
he felt through the pockets of his
What
coat. “I'm afraid I haven't.
was the size?”
“He's a marvelous dog,”
brooded. “Name's Rover.
you know him.”
“Rover? No,
Vhat’s his first na ”
“That's funny.” ]
balanced -his chin
using the other to
feat. “I don’t ti
first name.” His chin I
wonder where Terese is,”
darkly.
I don’t think so. |
with frantic eyes. 7
“I'll take a chance.” Hooking
| her arm through his Terese turned |
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“Well, now look Edgar,” Sherry
began shamefacedly, “I'll confess
something to you.”
“I knew it, you rat,”
shrieked.
“No.” Sherry smiled with child-
like candour. “I'll confess to you
that there was a moment this after-
noon when I was tempted. Not of
course that I could have taken her
away from you,” he assured Edgar
deprecatingly, “but she's a ‘darned
attractive girl and—well, anyhow
I'm glad nothing came of it.”
Edgar was watching him with
unconcealed suspicion. “You aren't
kidding me?”
Sherry spread his hands and
opened his eyes guilelessly. “Would
I tell you this?” 4
Edgar digested his words in si-
lence. Then he extended his hand
in open friendship. “No old man
1 don’t think you would. I apolo-
gize for my suspicions.”
“Good hunting,” Sherry called
after him as he left.
“Thanks.”
Shaking with mirth Sherry fin-
Edgar
ished his drink, paid his bill and
walked to the door. But in the hall
he was confronted by Terese her-
self.
“Hello,” she said gaily.
He tried to edge past her with-
out seeming too much like a boor.
“I'm taking a train.”
“Yes, 1 know,” she said, her smile
refuting her words.
Sherry fought with himself. “Well
—uh—Edgar was looking for you.” |
Terese carefully placed her index
finger in the top buttonhole of his
coat. “And I’m looking for you.”
Feeling himself weaken percep-
tibly Sherry tried to regain a hold
on his will power by essaying a
meaningless joke. Evasion could
always be used as a last resort. rl
wonder where 1 am.”
“Maybe you're in the Bar.” She
moved up close to him and he
caught the heavy fragrance of her
perfume, felt the silken softness of
her purple-black hair.
“No.” He smiled vapidly, still
gamely fighting. “1 don’t think so.”
“Shall we look?” Her eyes held
his.
“I don’t think it will—do any
good,” he said, groping for the door
Sherry’s last feeble pro-
test was barely a whisper. ed,
“1 really ought
door that led to the |
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From The stage play by A. E. THOMAS :
BE Adapted by BEATRICE FAB ER.
“" "METRO"
GOLDWYN MAYER
PICTURE
The clock at the Grand Central
Station was just pointing to five
minutes past six. A group, consists
ing, of Marcia, Fanny with a Pe-
kinese and the maid Jaquette, stood
under it, patiently waiting.
Edgar, willing himself to appear
sober, lurched up. seemingly
dragged along by a huge English
sheep dog on a leash, Its coat was
gorgeously combed and brushed.
The only visible part of its face
was a red tongue.
“Hello, Edgar.’ Marcia nodded to
him while her eyes seached the
crowd restlessly.
“Hello.” The sheepdog sprang for
the cowering Pekinese. “Rover—-
quiet.”
Fanny eyed the dog askance,
“Are you sure the collar is on the
front end of that beast? What are
you doing here anyway?"
Producing a toothbrush from his
pocket. Edgar brandished it trium-
phantly. “My credentials, Madam.
I'm a houseguest.”
Fanny's mouth thinned down to
a pencil line. “What lucky home is
entertaining youi#”
Edgar bowed
and chuckled
gleefully,
“Yours,” he said
turning to Mar-
cia.
I n voluntarily
she started with
dismay. “Ours?
But Edgar—not
this weekend.”
“It's” a Sure
prise,” she was
informed.
Fanny sniffed.
“It certainly is.”
Edgar laughed
tong and loud.
“Your husband
thought he could
slip it over on
me by telling
me I wasn’t
wanted but—ha,
ha, ha, I fooled
him. Say can
you imagine
how sore ‘he'll
be?”
“But Edgar,”
Marcia protest-
“nobody's
coming. It's go-
ing to be very
dull.”
“Where I am it’s never dull. And
besides a couple of days in the coun-
try ought to do me a lot of good.”
Fanny sighed heavily. “Heaven'
only knows what you'll do to the
country though. Perhaps you'd
better have Connecticut covered
with a tent.”
Edgar crossed his fingers with
grave precision. “Mrs. Townsend, :
Connecticut and I are like that.
Come on, Rover.”
There was the strident cry of “All
aboard. They hurried off to the
train.”
“Sherry may have gotten on al~]
ready,” Marcia said with one last
backward look.
Dinner was well over when the
tosigo.’”
telephone rang, filling the quiet
house with its clamor. Marcia's
vioce was barely audible to Edgar
and Fanny who were in the living-]
room.
“Yes—of course,” she was saying
evenly. “Goodnight, Sherry. Of]
course not. 1 wouldn't give it an-,
other thought. 'Bye.”
She walked in the living room.
“Well?” Fanny asked.
“He's afraid that he
able to get here until
afternoon.”
“What's he doing?” Fanny asked
”
won't be}
tomorrow
{ querulously, “why is he staying in
town?"
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is the setting for as fascinating a newspaper serial
as you've ever read. “China Seas”, which will
start in The Post next week. “China Seas” is a
glamorous yarn of a dashing skipper, a hard-
boiled adventurer and a silken siren, The China
Doll, thrown together aboard the tramp steamer
Kin Lung, bound for Singapore with a king’s ran-
in gold aboard her. Plot and counterplot, pirate
raids, and the strangest love story ever told form
the ingredients of a romance that never lets up in
excitement till the last word.