Modernized Covered Wagon
Is (Home’ for This Family
“Home,” says Jim Stewart, “is whatever you make it.” So Jim and
the wife, together with the five little Stewarts, began keeping house in the
vehicle shown here drawn by two Clydesdale horses. The Stewarts recent
ly left their home in Watrous, Saskatchewan, en route to Montreal. But
because the drifts were too deep on eastern Canadian roads, they ducked
into the United States and around the Great Lakes where the going is
better. Stewart got his home-on-wheels idea from the modern automobile
trailer, which goes faster but doesn’t provide so much opportunity to
watch the passing scenery.
How to iSwat9 the Flu
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Spring is a good time to catch influenza, so you’d best be prepared.
The cameraman visited an American Red Cross hygiene service station
for this pictorial disquisition of the best methods of treating flu at home.
First point: Stay in bed, even if you begin to feel better. Light nourish
ment (especially fruits) is all that should be taken.
Don't even leave bed to take a bath. This necessary duty may be
performed in bed, bathing one portion of the body at a time and taking
care not to expose any portion of the body more than is absolutely neces
sary. Miss Berta Colon is the obliging patient for these pictures.
Above: Use only paper handker
chiefs, which should be disposed of
after one using. Note the convenient
bedside receptacle, which should be
promptly burned. Right: First signs
of flu are usually weepy eyes and
damp nose. A good immediate rem
edy is the hot mustard foot bath,
keeping basin covered with blan
kets.
I-HOUSEHOLD FEATURE-,
‘Warm’ Walls, Floors Aided
By ‘Cool’ Colored Furniture
! By BETTY WELLS
*«'T'HE marriage and the room are
both new and shining,” writes
a reader who asks us for an ap
proval or a suggestion about the
room—not the marriage! She
sounds like a person we’d like . . .
maybe because she hands us a
plum in her last paragraph for
which we are very grateful. Any
way, here’s her problem.
“I have an Oriental rug with a
rust ground and designs in other
Marriage and room both new and
shining.
tones, two mahogany cabinets,
Phyfe coffee table and a Sheraton
sofa in blue-green. Because we like
our hearth, we are about to buy a
pair of easy chairs, not too large
but comfortable, to flank the fire
place.
“Considering again that dear de
light and source of color scheme
the rug—I’m wondering if one chair
in deep blue and the other in green,
probably antique velvet, might be
a wise choice. My reasons for not
wanting rust or gold are, first,
there’s so much rust in the rug, and
second, the gold I see usually looks
too gilded and elaborate for the ef
fect I want.
“The windows all have beige ruf
fled curtains; the walls are yellow
with white woodwork. The room is
west with five large windows, four
of which make a bay in which 1
have a Phyfe table and two chairs
and an Oriental rug in blues and
beiges. I’ve been using turquoise
accents but if you advise I could
change to something warmer. For
summer I have a start in a rosy
beige slip cover for the sofa with
turquoise binding. What summer
cover would you suggest for the two
new chairs? I doubt whether I’ll be
able to afford a summer rug so
must keep the rust in mind.’’
For the two chairs by the hearth,
we’d be inclined to suggest the
same material. Why wouldn’t tur
quoise be right here, or a shade of
blue-green just lighter than that you
have on the sofa? For summer you
might use a flowered material with
a turquoise ground. I like your
turquoise accents; keep them, but if
you like, you could add a piece or
two of copper, kept gleaming. Don’t
worry about the room being too
chilly.
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OOME folks seem to have been
^ born lucky; some seem to have
been born unlucky, and some are
so lucky part of the time and so un
lucky the rest of the time that it is
sometimes quite hard to say which
they are. Peter Rabbit is that kind.
He is dreadfully unlucky in getting
into all kinds of scrapes and then
wonderfully lucky in getting out of
them again. Now with most people
there isn’t any such thing as luck.
No, sir, there isn't.
When the winter has been very
tong and cold and hard and food
“Why!” exclaimed Peter, “it
sounds just like the humming of
Busy Bee,”
has been very scarce Striped Chip
munk doesn’t mind. He comes out
in the spring as saucy and pert as
ever. He has had plenty to eat all
winter and it always makes him
smile when some of his neighbors
tell him that he was lucky. He knows
better. There was no luck about it.
He worked hard, ever so hard, to
store away that food and make
sure that he had plenty. Many and
many a time the little people of the
Green Meadows have thought that
Reddy Fox would surely be caught
by Bowser the Hound and when
Reddy has escaped they have said
that he was lucky. Nothing of the
kind! Reddy had just used his
wits and fooled Bowser the Hound.
So there isn’t nearly so much luck
in this world as some people think.
Most of what people call good luck
is nothing but the result of hard
work or smart wits or both; and
most of what people call bad luck is
nothing but the result of carelessness
or laziness or stupidity. But some
times it seems as if there is such a
thing as real luck. It was that way
with Peter Rabbit when he tried to
follow Busy Bee to her storehouse in
the Green Forest. He saw her start
from the sweet clover patch out on
the Green Meadows. She went up
until she was only a tiny speck and
then she started in a straight line
for the Green Forest and Peter
started after her. But he hadn’t
made three jumps before he found
that he must look where he was go
ing, and he couldn’t do that and
look up in the sky at the same time.
“Anyway,” said Peter to himself,
"she flew in this direction and there
is no place for a storehouse until
she reaches the Green Forest, so
if I keep right on going I may
find the place if I keep my eyes open
when I reach the Green Forest.”
So, though Peter was disappoint
ed at losing sight of Busy Bee so
soon, he didn’t let a little thing
like that bother him much. It
isn’t Peter’s way. “It can’t be
helped and so I’ll make the best of
it,” said Peter,
So Peter went deeper and deeper
into the Green Forest and he wan
dered this way and he wandered
that way. Finally Peter stopped at
the foot of a big tree to rest. He had
given up all hope of finding the
storehouse of Busy Bee and he was
tired and disappointed. He sat there
for a long time thinking it all over.
By and by he became aware of a
humming sound. At first he didn’t
think much about it, but after a
while he began to wonder what it
was and where it came from. Then
he noticed that when his ear was
close to the tree it sounded louder.
“Why,” exclaimed Peter with the
most surprised look on his face, “it
sounds just like the humming of
Busy Bee and I believe it comes
from inside this very tree!”
He looked up. There, way up
near the top, was a little hole and in
and out of it were coming and go
ing all of Busy Bee’s relatives.
Peter had found Busy Bee’s store
house. Lucky Peter Rabbit!
© T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
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gown adorned with a laced belt of
scarlet and gold. Scarlet revers and
four slits in the skirt are other
smart notes of the season. Black
sequins add gayety to the winglike
crown of the hat. A circular shoul
der length black veil completes this
rising young starlet’s costume.
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ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF!
“Why Kidnap Me?”
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello everybody:
Here’s a mystery. Why was Sam Wolff kidnaped?
That question puzzled Sam himself. It puzzled me, too.
Maybe it will make you wonder a bit. We all know why
most kidnapers commit their dirty crimes. They do it for
money—for ransom. Once in a while a man is kidnaped
for revenge, or to keep him from telling what he knows.
But Sam didn’t fit into any of these pictures. He wasn’t
rich. There wasn’t anybody he knew of who was looking
for revenge. And he didn’t know anything that anyone
would be interested in keeping quiet.
But just the same, Sam was kidnaped.
Sam lives in Brooklyn, N. Y. One August day in 1934, something
went wrong with his lucky star.
Sam is a truckman, and on that August day he was working as usual.
It was about 1 o’clock in the afternoon, and his truck was parked at
the curb in mid-town Manhattan. As he sat there in the driver’s seat
a young man came over to him.
The young fellow was in his early twenties and neatly dressed. He
said he had a job that he wanted Sam to do. That job was to pick up
three trunks at a house on West Eighteenth street and deliver them
to the Pennsylvania station.
Just a Job of Trucking.
The young fellow looked all right to Sam, and there was no reason
why he should suspect anything. Sam didn’t have any large amount of
money on him, and there was no other reason he could think of why
anyone should want to harm him. In fact, Sam didn’t think about
the matter at all. It was just another job and he went about it as he’d go
about any other.
The young lad asked Sam his price and Sam told him it would
be three bucks. The young fellow said, "All right," and they
started off. They got to the Eighteenth street address, which
proved to be a furnished house, and both of them went inside.
As they entered Sam went first and the young fellow followed. They
climbed a flight of stairs and turned into one of the rooms on the second
The Man Pointed a Gun at Sam.
floor. As Sam went in—the door closed behind him. Then, out from
behind that door stepped a masked man, a slouch hat pulled down
over the upper part of his face, pointing an automatic pistol.
Tied Him Up but Wouldn’t Explain.
The man pressed the gun against Sam’s side. He told Sam to keep
quiet. The pair of them—the masked man and the young fellow who
had hired him to move trunks—began tying him up. They bound
his hands and feet with wire—put a towel over his mouth. Then the
masked man went out, leaving the young fellow to stand guard over their
prisoner.
It was all too much for Sam. What did these birds want? Did
they expect to get any money out of him? Then they were going
to be disappointed. Sam didn’t have any great amount of money
—not enough, anyway, to pay a gang of kidnapers for the terrible
risk they were taking. Did they have the wrong man? Well,
that might be a possibility.
He tried to talk to his captor. The young fellow wasn’t very com
municative. When Sam suggested they had the wrong man he smiled
in a way that suggested that he knew what he was doing. Sam discarded
that “wrong man” theory. An hour dragged by, and Sam began to won
der again.
All sorts of questions filled his mind. It wasn’t alone the problem of
why they wanted him. There was also the question of what they might
do with him. He began to wonder if his family would next hear of him
when he was dragged out of the river, or his body found, stuffed in a
trunk, on a dump somewhere on the outskirts of the city. Such
things have happened. Sam had never thought of them happening to
him. But now he was beginning to.
Wanted His Truck for a Robbery.
Another hour passed. The young lad who was guarding him
was decent enough. He kept his gun out and pointed at Sam,
but he didn’t harm him. Once he even lit a cigarette and held it
to Sam’s lips so he could have a smoke. Sam felt a little better
after that.
A third hour passed. Then the other man came back. The two of
them began to untie Sam. When they had taken the wire from his
hands and feet they told him to lie down on the bed for ten minutes.
After that they went out, locking the door behind them.
As soon as their footsteps had died away Sam was on his feet, bang
ing on the door. After a few minutes the landlady came and let him
out. He left that house and walked down the street, still puzzled about
the strange adventure that had befallen him. He went to the police
station to report the loss of his truck—and there he got the answer to
his mystery.
It was the simplest thing in the world. That pair of crooks just
wanted to rob a dress goods house down on Bleecker street. And they
had held Sam a prisoner so he wouldn’t report its loss until after they
had finished the job. The cops found his truck the next morning, aban
doned down on Delancey street.
Copyright.—WNU Service.
Basilisk Lizards Are Jumpers
Four species of basilisk lizards
abound in and near Central Amer
ica, but are nowhere else. They
range in length from a few inches
to three feet. Most of their lives
are spent in trees along rivers.
Great climbers and jumpers, they
do not hesitate to dive from a lofty
tree into the water. So swiftly do
they run on their hind legs that
they can "run” across streams. And
they can stop so abruptly human
eyes cannot follow them.
Stratosphere
The world’s air is divided into
two layers, the lower or tropo
sphere, which is the region of wind
and clouds; and the upper or strato
sphere, which is the region of calm
air, starting some eight miles above
the earth’s surface.
Weevils Have Particular Appetites
Most weevils have particular ap
petites requiring specific types of
food, a handicap to the beetle which
prevents its rapid spread except
| where these foods are available.
Poppy, Blossom of Evil Omen
Poppy, according to mythology, is
a blossom of evil omen. They were
offered to the dead since they sig
nified sleep. Glaucus, the son of
Neptune, once caught a fish. It ate
some herbage and jumped into the
sea. The Yellow Poppy or Pap
over Glauciere Jaune originated
from that myth. The cross of the
pistil, according to Christian tradi
tion, originated in its color from
the holy blood which stained the
flower.
Easter Island Named for Day
Easter island is situated in the
Pacific ocean, about 2,000 miles off
the coast of Chile. The island has
an area of SO square miles, and
got its name from the first known
white man, a Dutch navigator, who
landed there on Easter day in 1772.
Occupational Therapy
Occupational therapy was a form
of treatment used by the ancient
Greeks and Romans in the case of
mental disorders. It became known
by this name in the World War.