CHINA DRAFTS WOMEN FOR ARMY
J *
m m —
20,000 Girls Help Defend Nation from Invading Japanese;
Recruits from Schools Trained to Bear Arms,
** Assist in First Aid Activities
HUNAN, China.—The new spirit of
patriotism infusing China has taken
possession of girls as well as boys.
From schools all over the nation
young ladies are enlisting voluntari
ly. Latest reports indicate there
are some 20,000 high school girls
concentrated somewhere in Hunan
province. These pictures show their
advance training before they are
placed in actual service.
The girls are treated like boys
and many of them learn to use
small and heavy arms. Their main
work, however, is to help refugees
during evacuations, first aid and
similar special work. The first con
tingent was placed in the field late
in February, and new contingents
are being released for duty each
ensuing month.
Above: Manual of arms and drill
are important. The girls are learn
TONIGHT’S BEDTIME STORY
--—-<9 By Thornton W. Burgess
Oul) MAN COYOTE lay in hiding
on one side of the pile of brush
under which Peter Rabbit had found
safety, and Old Man Coyote was
chuckling, and his chuckle was a
wicked chuckle. You see, Old Man
Coyote had made up his mind that
he would have Peter Rabbit for his
dinner, but Reddy and Granny Fox
had made up their minds that they
would have Peter for dinner, and
Redtail the Hawk had made up his
mind that he would have Peter for
dinner. Not one of them asked
Peter how he felt about it.
At first Reddy and Granny Fox
and Redtail had quarreled as to
who should have Peter. Then Old
Man Coyote had come along and
reminded them that as they hadn’t
Mark and White
June Lang, soon to be seen in
“Home Town G-Man,” wears a
smart black-and-white ensemble
featuring a black wool, two-piece
frock with tufting of hip pockets
echoing the softness of a ruffled
(nouseline de soie vest. A huge
throat clip of rhinestones, a perky
bowed cone-turban and black ac
cessories complement the costume.
•i A f\ *• nyfi*!
Every time he peeped out and saw
Redtail the Hawk sitting perfectly
still on a branch of a tree he want
ed to laugh right out.
caught Peter yet he didn't belong to
any of them. He pointed out how
foolish it was to quarrel and how
much better it would be to agree on
some plan by which at least one
of them could be sure of Peter.
Then he told of his plan, which was
that each from a hiding place should
watch one side of the pile of brush.
When he thought the way was clear
Peter would come out to get some
thing to eat. He was just as likely to
come out on one side as another,
and so each had an equal chance
with the others.
Now, this seemed perfectly fair
and the others agreed. Old Man
Coyote allowed the others to choose
where they would watch, and he
took the side that was left after they
had chosen. Redtail the Hawk chose
the side nearest the Green Meadows
and the dear Old Briar Patch and
smiled a selfish smile.
“Peter will be sure to come out
this side, because it is nearest to
the dear Old Briar Patch,” thought
he. After all had chosen they pre
tended to go away so as to fool
Peter Rabbit, and then they stole
back and hid, each on one side
of the old brush pile.
Now, Old Man Coyote is very,
very sly and crafty, more sly and
crafty than even old Granny Fox.
That was why he lay chuckling to
himself. He was chuckling because
the others were so sure that they
had an equal chance with him to
catch Peter Rabbit. The plan did
look perfectly fair, but it wasn’t
quite so fair as it looked.
"Peter is badly frightened,”
thought Old Man Coyote, “and he
won’t come out until after dark.
Redtail the Hawk cannot see in the
dark, so when the black shadows
begin to creep through the Green
Forest, Redtail will give up and go
home to sleep. I will make a little
noise on this side so that Peter will
be afraid to come out here, and then
I will softly steal around to the side
where Redtail has been watching
and Peter will be almost • sure to
run right into my mouth.
It was because of these thoughts
that Old Man Coyote lay chuckling
that wicked chuckle, and every time
he peeped out and saw Redtail the
Hawk sitting perfectly still on a
branch of a tree on the other side
of the pile of brush he wanted to
laugh right out. He didn’t even
mind the screaming of Blacky the
Crow, who had seen what was go
ing on and was so excited that he
couldn’t keep his tongue still. His
cousin, Sammy Jay, had heard him
and had come hurrying on. Between
them they were making a great
racket, as they always do when they
see Old Man Coyote or Reddy or
Granny Fox or Redtail the Hawk.
But this time Old Man Coyote didn’t
care, because he knew that as
long as they made such a fuss Peter
Rabbit would stay where he was,
and that was just what he wanted
so long as daylight lasted. When
night came Blacky and Sammy
would fly away. So Old Man Coyote
only chuckled at the fuss they
made, though Redtail snapped his
bill at them and Reddy and Granny
Fox glared at them angrily.
<£) T. W Burgess.—WNU Service.
I AMAZE A MINUTE
SCIENTIFACTS BY ARNOLD_
Homes op
steel■
Engineers cla im
better, cheaper homes
CAN BE BUILT OF STEEL
AND INSULATION SLABS
MORE QUICKLV THAN
PRESENT WOOD,
BRICK, STONE
AND PLASTER
CONSTRUCTION.
Dogs Buried in
This Cemetery!
FLORISSANT. Mo. — Photograph
shows a section of the cemetery
here, which first became a burial
place 15 years ago, when C. F.
Bauer of Florissant gave a friend
permission to bury a pet dog in the
garden near his home. Others asked
similar permission and a dog ceme
. tei-ygrew
ing to handle real guns, presenting
a truly military appearance in their
natty uniforms.
Left: Target practice, during
which the girls are taught to draw
a proper “six o’clock bead,” which
means that they aim for the place
the hour hand would be at six
o’clock, if the target were a clock.
Della Robbia Tradition
Finds Modern Outlet
In Home Decoration
By BETTY WELLS
T'EN years before Columbus dis
covered America an old man
died in Florence, Italy. And because
that man founded an atelier that
lasted over 150 years and because
he liked to decorate his plaques with
garlands of fruit, smart ladies to
day are using his motif in all sorts
of gay ways to make their homes
more attractive. His name? Luca
Della Robbia.
The name itself, we think, is one
of the loveliest in the whole history
of decoration. Just saying it, hav
ing it drip from your tongue, is a
delight. And we’ve seen its mark
in many a beautiful home. You see,
old Luca Della Robbia liked to work
in terra cotta, and he liked to color
his work, using an out-moded proc
ess by which certain chemicals re
produced lovely tones. He liked
fruit, too, and used lemons, apples,
oranges and fir cones profusely in
decorating his work. In fact, it is
his use of fruit in decoration that
we copy most today.
The Della Robbia influence can
be used to best effect in the more
formal rooms in which rich colors
and heavy furniture hold the cen
ter of the stage. One lady whose
living room inclines to this formal
note, likes to have a Della Robbia
motif enshrined in a bouquet on a
lovely old table. She uses fruit with
flowers and leaves to achieve this.
Large pansies, leaves of house
plants, roses, an apple and some
grapes form one charming arrange
ment. The single petal type of
dahlia fits in to the general scheme
well, too.
© By Betty Wells.—WNU Service.
floyd
ADVENTURERS’ CLUB Sj
headlines from the lives *
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI
“Monster From the Swamps’*
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
Hello everybody:
Well, sir, if I seem to be continually harping on the
fact that adventures are things you meet up with most fre
quently at home, you can put it down to the fact that I am
continually being reminded of it. Just the other day, while
looking through a sheaf of letters I came to a story by a
woman who had an adventure on a farm. Well—of course,
there’s nothing unusual in that. The funny part of it was
that the farm was in this country, and the adventure was
of a sort you’d only expect to run into in the jungles of
Africa or South America, or to read about in some account
of the grim battles between men and animals that the an
cient Romans used to stage in their gladiatorial arenas.
The woman is Lottie Hawco—Mrs. John Hawco, of New York city.
And the animal she fought with was a wild boar. I’ll bet a lot of people—
including me—didn't know there were wild boars in this country. But there
are, as any South Carolina farmer can tell you. How they got here is
an interesting story.
You see, the ordinary barnyard breed of pig is nothing in the
world but a descendant of the wild boars you read about in talcs
of old-time Merrie England. Those boars were tamed and fat
tened and domesticated until, over the space of six or eight hun
dred years they became the fat, lazy, gluttonous animals you
see in hog pens the country over.
How Pigs Get Wild and Dangerous.
But a pig will stay fat, and tame, and lazy only so long as he’s kept
in captivity and stuffed with chop suey from that well known galva
nized iron can out on the back porch. Once he gets loose and goes back
to the woods again and has to rustle for his own food—well—then he
gets thin and tough and rangy. His tusks grow out, and in a generation
or twm he becomes a boariagain—just as wild and as dangerous an ani
mal as ever he was when he roamed the marshes and forests of old
England in the days of Robin Hood.v
There are plenty of those backsliding wild hogs in the back country
of South Carolina, and the farmers hunt them down and round them up
because they destroy the nests of the wild turkeys in the neighborhood.
The Boar Viciously Attacked Lottie’s Mother.
And that brings us to Lottie Howco who, on February 16, 1931, was
visiting with her mother and her sister, Inez, on a farm near Osborn,
S. C., where a wild boar hunt was in progress.
A bunch of men from the neighborhood had been out all day, comb
ing the marshes with packs of dogs, roping boars and herding them—
alive—into a big high-sided farm wagon. They had just returned home
with six or seven boars—big, vicious fellows, waisthigh to a man
and weighing three or four hundred pounds—animals that could break a
man’s leg with their huge, crunching jaws and which frequently did dis
embowel the tierce dogs that hunted them with one sweeping blow
of their long, protruding tusks.
The men backed the wagon up to a strong enclosure and were
untying the boars one by one and cautiously prodding them into
the pen. Lottie, her mother and sister were standing nejr by,
watching the proceedings—and then—suddenly—a terrible thing
happened.
Attack by a Savage Boar.
The men had unloosed the largest boar and were prodding it toward
the pen when it turned, squeezed between the wagon and the enclosure,
and rushed out into the open, gnashing its great teeth and foaming at
the mouth. It headed straight for Lottie's mother, who was standing near
est the pen, and before she could turn to run, it was on her, throwing
her in a heap to the ground, biting at her savagely.
It was the most terrible sight Lottie ever beheld in her life. Charlie,
the foreman, stood with his mouth agape, too surprised for a moment to
even move. Sister Inez, paralyzed with fright, clapped her hands over
her ears and began to scream. Lottie herself was numb with terror,
and for precious seconds—seconds that seemed like a lifetime—she stood
rooted to the spot. All the rest of the men were on the other side of the
pen, or on the wagon, too far away to reach the spot in time to do any good.
Then, all of a sudden, Lottie came to life. She can’t explain
what happened, but it seemed as if a spring inside her had sud
denly been released. She sprang forward, threw herself on the
snarling, screaming, rolling jumble of woman and beast, singled
out the boar and began beating and mauling and scratching it
with insane frenzy.
Surprised Him, So He Fled.
The boar could have killed Lottie with one thrust of its sharp, pointed
tusk. Lottie's mother^had been saved from death thus far only by her
long skirts and thick clothing. But taken by surprise, the boar couldn’t
quite figure out this wild new menace that came beating and kicking at
his flanks—tearing and scratching at his eyes. It was a thing of fury.
It didn’t seem one whit afraid of the boar. And an animal will often
reason that if you are not afraid of him, then he must have good cause
to be afraid of you.
This one did just that. Snarling and grunting, he turned to flee from
this inexplicable new attack. He got about three steps, and then he
found himself tangled up in the ropes of the men who, by this time,
had come around from the other side of the pen to deal with him.
The next thing Lottie knew, she was back on the porch of the farm
house with her mother, looking over herself for injuries. She doesn’t
even remember helping her mother to the porch, and to this day she
can’t figure out how she came out of that fight without a scratch on her
body.
Copyright.—WNU Service.
Barratry in Shipping
Barratry in shipping and naviga
tion includes every wrongful act
committed by the master or crew
to the prejudice of the shipowner.
The master must have deliberate
ly violated his duty to his employer
and acted against his better judg
ment, says Tit-Bits Magazine. Dev
iating from the ship’s course to
engage in smuggling is barratry.
No act of negligence, inadvertence,
or mistake amounts to barratry.
Name Percival Is Greek
The name Percival Is of Greek
| origin and means “courteous.” Sir
Perceval was a knight of King Ar
thur’s round table. Percival Lowell
(1855-1916) Boston astronomer,
wrote books and made important
discoveries in astronomy, also es
tablished the Lowell observatory.
Cheerfulness Has Dual Value
Cheerfulness has a dual value in
life. First, it helps you—then it
helps you to help others—and It
keeps on spreading out into the
great throng of humanity, stirring
the hearts of men as the gentle
breeze stirs the leaves of the for
est-returning to you in its endless
course and all the while making the
heavy load lighter and the dark
road brighter for all.
Oldest Lighthouse in America
The oldest lighthouse in America
is Boston light station. Built in
1716, it was knocked down during
the Revolution, rebuilt in 1783. It
was then 69 feet high, lit by four
whale oil lamps. The tower, 90 feet
high, contains the original stones, in
use more than 222 years, plus addi
tions.