^WO-MINUTE
BIOGRAPHIES
CORDELL HULL
Less criticized than any other
New Deal cabinet member is Sec
retary of State Cordell Hull, the sad
eyed Tennessean who now holds
the public spotlight because he is
shaping America’s new foreign pol
icy. Born in a mountain cabin in
the difficult Reconstruction years,
Mr. Hull was favored for schooling
because he loved books, and was
consequently sent to law college at
Celina.
Called to the state legislature be
fore he was twenty-one, Hull next
went to congress for 30 years before
President Roosevelt called him to
take the State department portfolio.
Mr. Hull’s personality is especial
ly intriguing. In the 20 years since
he first met her, his wife says he
has never raised his voice nor lost
his temper, always continuing on
the even pitch which is further de
fined by his profound directness of ■
purpose.
He is easier to see at the State Q
department than any assistant sec- [ <
retary or division head. In working
with his subordinates he makes ■
them feel common participants.
Mr. Hull walks to his office each P
day from his hotel apartment, aris- m
ing at 7 a. m. and usually working Sj
far into the night at his office. He I
has been called “The Great Pacifi- I
cator,’’ being one statesman who I
has laid his plans and has evolved &
a technique for world unity. H
Mysterious Footprints of ‘Man on His Way to HelV
Still Intriguing North Carolinians After 100 Years
And a Vindictive Horse Started
All This Queer
Business
Bath, N. C.—North Carolina’s
state government has officially
taken control of eight shallow pits
100 yards off the main highway near
here, the source of a legend almost
a century old. The legend:
A very profane country gentleman
named Elliott, with his madcap
companions, was given to racing on
Sunday. One Sabbath as he gal
loped dcrtvn the lane Elliott shouted
to his steed to either “take him in
a winner or take him to hell.
Whereupon, his penitent compan
ions reported, the horse dug its
hooves into the soft earth in two
mighty leaps and hurled the rider
against a nearby tree, killing him.
The horse’s hoofprints still remain.
Ed Cutlar, nearby farmer, says the
pits were made into a mudwallow
for his hogs, but refused to vanish.
Grown men recall now, as children,
they filled the pits with dirt on the
way to school, returning later to find
the prints fresh as ever.
—
j
GRANNY FOX was trotting down
the Lone Little Path through
the Green Forest She was in no
particular hurry. In fact, she was
not going anywhere in particular.
She was just out for an airing. But
whether she is going anywhere in
particular or not old Granny Fox
always keeps her eyes and her ears
wide open. It is in this way that
she has learned so much about her
neighbors, and it is because of this
habit that she is so hard to fool.
So now as she trotted down the
Lone Little Path she heard the voice
tU M
She smiled to herself when she
Saw that Blacky was so interested
in what he was looking at that he
didn’t see her coming.
of Blacky the Crow. She stopped
right away and cocked her head on
one side so as to hear better.
“Caw, caw, caw, caw!” Granny
sat down and a shrewd look crept
into her sharp eyes as she listened.
“There’s mischief afoot,” said
Granny. "When Blacky caws like
that there is something going on.
He’s way over in the Green Forest,
and he sees something that is ex
citing indeed. He's spoiled many
a hunt for me by cawing like that.
It sounds very much as if he was
saying ‘Fox, fox, fox!’ I wonder if
that scamp Reddy is in trouble.
I believe I'll have to look and see
what is going on.”
ti With that old Granny Fox trot
ted off in the direction from which
Blacky's voice came. The nearer
she got the louder his voice sounded.
Granny would stop once in a while
and cock her head on one side
and listen. Presently she reached a
point where she could see Blacky
on the top of a tall pine tree. He
was leaning forward so as to look
down, and it was very plain to see
that he was watching something
very exciting down below, and he
was cawing so that Granny won
dered that it didn’t give him a
sore throat. She smiled to herself
when she saw that Blacky was so
interested in what he was looking
at that he didn’t see her coming.
It has long been Blacky’s delight
to torment old Granny Fox by tell
ing everybody within sound of his
voice where she is when he sees
her. So now Granny smiled and
crept forward very, very carefully,
so as not to be seen or heard, and
presently she reached a place where
she could keep out and see what
it was that was exciting Blacky
so. What was it? Why, it was
Peter Rabbit playing dodge with
Reddy Fox.
‘‘I thought I’d find that scamp
Reddy," muttered Granny. "When
Blacky makes a fuss like that it is
usually because Reddy is some
where around. I think I’ll join in
the game and show Reddy that,
smart as he is, his old granny is
smarter. It is high time that im
pudent Peter Rabbit was served up
for a Fox dinner.”
Now, it is no wonder that Blacky
the Crow was excited. That game of
dodge wasn't a game for fun at all.
Oh, my, no! It was very much
more exciting than a game for fun
ever could be. You see, if Peter
should get caught he would not only
lose the game but he would lose his
life as well.
Just as old Granny Fox made up
her mind that she would take a
hand and show Reddy how to catch
Peter something happened. Peter
suddenly stopped dodging and start
ed for a big pile of brush as fast
as he could go, lipperty-lipperty-lip.
Granny saw what he was trying for
and sprang out to head him off, but
she was just too late. Reddy, fol
lowing close at the heels of Peter,
was just too late, too. Peter was
safe under the big pile of brush!
© T. W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
WHO
CARES
ABOUT
RAIN?
Let it pour — the weather
man won’t be able to inter
fere with Marjorie Weaver’s
plans for either shopping or
just having fun with this
green and red scotch plaid
raincoat. Cut on square box
lines, it has deep side slit
pockets and with it she car
ries a self plaited green um
brella. Marjorie is current
ly appearing in “Sally,
Irene and Mary,” following
“Second Honeymoon” in
which she catapulted to
fame.
Room Reflects Your Personality
If Unique Lamps Are Featured
By BETTY WELLS
<«T^HAT’S where you show your
own personality,” said a dec
orator friend of ours whom we
asked about the use of lamps the
other day. We thought we'd pick
up a few of her bright ideas to
pass on to our readers, and here
they are:
“Leave their selection until last,”
is her advice, "unless you happen
to have something specially beauti
ful that you’re using as the design
inspiration of the room. Usually,
however, you finish the room, more
or less according to Hoyle, since
most of us prefer following the ac
cepted and traditional modes in dec
oration. But run amuck in select
ing the lamps. Depend upon them
to bring a lift to the room, pick it
up and make it sparkle.
“Decide what each part of the
room needs in the way of both il
lumination and design. Then select
a lamp that belongs in that par
ticular spot. Let it introduce line,
form and color as well as lighting
proper.
"Personally I think there have
been too many white lamps the past
few seasons. I love them in a place
that they fit, but they shouldn’t
be introduced just willy nilly. The
cosmetic tones in shades are nice
and suggest interesting variation,
and of course now that beige is such
a high fashion, it presents a wonder
ful chance to do things with lamp
shades. Remember, too, all the fine
jewel tones in pottery bases that
can do such wonders for a room
Pink, of course, is flattering and im
portant in decoration now and can
be most successful for a lamp
shade. Don’t forget what a lot an
unusual braid or trimming can do
for a plain shade, too."
© By Betty Wells.—WNU Service.
AMAZE A MINUTE
SCIENTIFACTS —. BY ARNOLD
Children write better
THAN GROWN-UPS,
Adults write 3'4 times
MORE ILLEGIBLY than DO
CHILDREN IN ELEMENTARY
SCHOOLS, CAREFUL INVES
TIGATION SHOWS.
Nerve growth gives
CONTROL -
In growing animals
THE NERVES SPROUT FROM
THE SPINAL CORD AND GROW
DIRECTLY TO THE MUSCLE
REQUIRING NERVOUS CONTROL.
J>OUND STERILIZATION -
Sound waves properly
APPLIED DESTROY 99% OF THE
_ BACTERIA in milk.
(Copyright. by Th« Btll Syndiott, Inc.)
Tloyd
ADVENTURERS’ CLUB
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF!,
‘7ce Age in the Bronx”
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello everybody:
For a long time I’ve been telling the cockeyed world
that you don’t have to go places to find adventure. I re
member once saying that you could get more thrills just
by sticking around your own home town than you could by
signing up with Admiral Byrd for one of his exploring trips
to the South pole.
And now, here comes John Standmann of the Bronx to tell me I was
right about that South pole business. Admiral Byrd went down into the
Antarctic to study the ice age, but Jack Standmann stayed home and
studied another ice age—in the Bronx.
The Admiral loaded up a boat, signed on a crew, and sailed
away toward the South pole, but Jack just put on his coat and a
pair of gloves and, in ten minutes, found a spot that was just as
cold as anything the Byrd expedition was able to dig up in a year’s
stay way down there at the bottom of the world.
It was in June, 1932, which is a doggone strange time for a man to
go Arctic adventuring in the Bronx. Jack was working in an ice-cream
factory and that more or less explains everything. The plant was a
new one, and a lot of new-fangled machinery had been installed in it.
One of the machines was the big steel conveyor that carried packaged
ice-cream into the freezing chamber. That machine was the special bane
of Jack’s existence. The freezing chamber was a long tunnel where
the temperature ran around 40 below zero. Moisture used to gather in
there and turn into ice. During a week’s time, enough of it used to collect
so that there was danger of it stopping the machinery. Then, Jack found
himself facing a job he didn’t like very well.
Working in Forty Below Zero.
The job was to crawl inside the freezing tunnel and hack and chip out
all the ice. It was a chore that took every bit of two hours, but it had to
be done a little at a time, for no man could stand that 40 below zero
temperature for more than 20 minutes at a stretch. It couldn’t be done
LJ
Jack Was Pulled Out of the Freezing Tunnel.
while the plant was operating. It had to be done after closing time. The
result was that Jack had to work overtime, and spend most of the evening
at it.
On this particular day, the plant had been working overtime itself. The
minute the machinery stopped running Jack put on a lot of heavy clothes,
slipped his hands into a pair of thick warm gloves, and crawled about
30 feet along the belt conveyor into that freezing tunnel. He worked as
fast as he could, but he had been in there only about a quarter of an
hour when his clothes were frozen so stiff that he could hardly move about
and his gloves were so hard and brittle that he could scarcely use his
hands.
He had just about decided to crawl back and thaw out when
suddenly he heard the door of the tunnel open, saw the lights go •
out, and then heard the door slam shut again.
Locked in the Tunnel to Die.
It was cold enough in that tunnel, but Jack suddenly went colder. He
knew all too well the meaning of that slamming door. The light switch
was just inside it. The watchman, not realizing that anybody was in
there, had turned out the lights and locked the tunnel door. Even with
the door open, Jack couldn’t have groped his way out of the tunnel along
the perplexing maze of conveyor belts. He had been abandoned in that
freezing hole—to die.
Jack started to yell—he yelled until he was hoarse. But it was like
yelling in a vacuum. The walls of the tunnel were insulated and sound
proof. He began to crawl along the tunnel, his clothes freezing to the
steel at every foot of the way. His gloves were as stiff as boards. The
cold was penetrating to the very marrow of his bones. Pretty soon he
would begin to get sleepy—and then—
Nearly Crazed With Horror.
It wasn’t a pleasant subject, but Jack couldn’t help thinking about
it. Would they find him dead in the morning? Another idea struck him
—a gristly, ghastly thought. When morning came, they would start the
conveyor, and his stiff, dead body would be ground to pieces by the cogs
of the great steel belt. Out of that machine, built to deliver the fixings for
parties and the makings for kids’ ice-cream cones, would come a sicken
ing mass of frozen and lacerated flesh—flesh that had once been Jack
Standmann.
A prey to thoughts like that, Jack almost went crazy. “It’s
hard to explain the horror of freezing to death in a pitch dark
tunnel,’’ he says. “In my frenzy I imagined I had been in there for
hours. I knew I’d be a,s stiff as my own gloves long before morn
ing. But suddenly it occurred to me that I might try knocking
on the wall.”
Jack didn’t have much hope that that would work. The walls were
too thick. But at one point—a place where a cold storage compartment
adjoined the tunnel, the wall was not insulated at all. And at that point
he started hammering with all his strength. Would anyone go into that
compartment? Would anyone hear his frantic signal?
Jack pounded for a long time. His body and face were numb, and
his flailing arms were the only parts of him that had any feeling left in
them, when suddenly, the lights went on. Someone yelled to him, and
Jack doesn’t remember whether he answered or not. But presently he
felt himself being lifted out of the tunnel and carried out into the warm
June air.
Well sir, if anybody in the Byrd expedition had any adventure as
thrilling or as nearly fatal as that, I haven’t heard of it.
Copyright.—WNU Service.
How Do You Wear Your Hat?
If the hat is worn straight on the
head, the wearer is steady and re
liable. If worn slightly to the right
that person is confident and sure of
himself. And if worn with an over
emphasized right tilt, states an au
thority, the person is conceited. An
extreme left tilt denotes the lady
killer type.
Church Has Facade of Coral
Coral entirely covers the outside
of a church at Mahe, an island be
longing to France in the Indian
ocean. The building Is of great
beauty and in the distance, when
the sun is shining, is a luminous
red.
Iron in Human Body
The body of a full-grown person in
normal health contains less than
one-tenth of an ounce of iron, the
greater part of which is concen
trated in the blood.
J
Use of Chinese Characters
Many Chinese characters or
words, when translated into English,
describe objects with a picturesque
clarity. As examples, says Collier’s
Weekly, soda water is angry water;
a razor is a scrape-face knife; an
elevator is a rise-descend machine;
a railroad engine is a fire cart, and
a match is a self-come light.
Oldest Political Unit in Europe
The Swedes are an ancient race,
having lived in and ruled their coun
try for 5,000 years. They traded
with European, African and Asiatic
nations 3,000 years ago. The king
dom of Sweden is the oldest politi
cal unit in Europe, with a continu
ous history of 1,200 years.
Menominee Indians in Wisconsin
Menominee, name of the largest
tribe of Indians in Wisconsin, means
in the Menominee tongue, "Men of
the Wild Rice.”