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o . * .MHansel and GrefHH, the First near I came to ng the guy. Oh, well, it‘s all W§iter under.the bridge now, and if ver see him again it will be plent# soon enough. I must admit, wever, â€"that viewed from an it al stand: point, Rickey is a out. Not too tall (but for er, neither am I) and the way wears those blues :â€" sim outibf this world! And that cocky 1 cap â€"â€" tilted just to the per , one finâ€" ger‘s width e right eye â€" I used to just sit aff look â€" and look . . . Oh, g?lly how I do. deâ€" spise the goon! R + Arfigmdi::E.b- Its age is free for see By counting stu &3, It‘s rude to scan of man; His age remains dle. I sit sedate and . The rings around{Bis middle. :. O > .â€" sn W Irma. Of course it‘s all my feelings for and entirely pl; Â¥ eyes. Just the col well â€" you know â€"â€" Just right togo|win; hair. Oh, what a'lot{ to be! ' Mm»:lmh,' f The tree, from birll,‘ adds to its *specially sailors‘ & x» hME most ‘specially of hate a sailor named Ricky! ... to think how Could 1 help it @ithe boss was out ‘of town the da ickey wanted me to dash out an him? A gal can‘t just drop rything and run the instant a $hy crooks his finger â€"â€" not this anyway. And eould 1 help it if hi ip sailed the very next day â€"Sefore L1 could even get‘ there t y‘ goodbye? What if he did the ring all picked . out? How he think 1 félt, standing ther® alone on: the dock where his t ad been, ;just like waiting at the P®hurch? foes he think it was anyffun for me â€" missing him like thilt? And like a fool, I got @ll ch up, and ; just like the m'*. 1 a kiss in the _ Oh, Rickey, ‘how Ré#uld you write me that awful le blaming the whole thing on me y, the uniâ€" verse just rocked n I read it. For days I didn‘t Wiow whether I was going or ¢ ApMpd 7 T0 B c eared. â€" now.‘ on â€"â€"â€" you â€"â€" L wondet why / â€"messenger is coming up the walk $} . It looks like â€"â€" like he has â€" & Oh â€" oh, dear . . . Somet ‘s happened to Rickey! Oh, no #+ no . .. "I‘ve got the stop I‘ve got the ring stop Sam S e â€" same cmionltop‘Com?ning,mct.- heart and don‘t sto@!® ‘ _ * Ring! Leave! . .8 |oh, hallelujah! . ... Anchors aweigh} . . . Hold on to your hat, Rickey,bpy â€"â€"â€" I‘m comâ€" ing in on the ‘beamk > C p 5> l â€" â€"KB.O. Saâ€"ay, what‘s thi Rickey himself â€" Once upon a gates, there was a little ho Just ‘a little house, and in it the ‘old dame with kids, two in , by name Hansel and G; oldt-‘ didn‘t jive too th these kids; Gretel was a slick e chick just under bobbyâ€"gox , and the old dame knew o time at all, the: woods t house would be filled with wo Soonoda! she says to these "Small fry," she says, "Gives Wh need berries. Strawberries, I .. Why don‘t you two ankle off t the forest and wet some*? Your‘ likes ‘em for dinner." â€" Gretel with the erack about she wouldn‘t be home, and the old swipes her ane across the â€"â€" take warn ing, Moigatroyd! ' o Bo off they go but natch‘ being completé they get lost. KFinally, about ten ; that night Grotel sees a h look, Hanâ€" sel," she says: s a light, Hansel," she says ybe they got So they go up W the light and see it‘s coming a house, shudâ€" nlwlhdoh‘tgiw gatroid? STOP This here h made up. of all sorts with things to eat. Gives cooki , > iceâ€"cream, pretzels, candy, so on. Natch‘, the kids start 1 Then from inside, a 1 Moigatroyd. This is wA of voice. â€"I do not mean voice says, it says, "‘You lampin‘ my Aool mad vinkt dife mine is of YOU‘LL BE 8ORARY!Y‘ ~*""Shuddup Jshe‘s a a old â€"creep) â€"c Thursday, Augifist 10, 1944 I hate war!l I hate uniforms â€" Twice Told Tales® Told for the ,""‘ says Gretel ). _ There‘sa s to the door. now, and ut . . . those the sea, and rt of impish. wavy brown he turned out rl WS . â€" It‘s from rat .. . He IMIN®! Py huh, Moiâ€" push ‘em into her oven to m eookies of ‘em, though fer dough, Gretel was quite a anyhow. . u. oE But they finally get mad and her. : "Umbriago!" â€" cries and they toss her into the oven /inâ€" stead. f § /% Then they run like hell fer hot Only guess what, Moiga‘ T They forgot the strawberries, || © Perfect grace of the flowers. Beauty of the soft falling gow! Mellow dignity of the room, Its paneling smooth from the y "Come in, little cats," says ‘thig old babe. So the kids go in. â€" . _ | © .Well, there‘s this, and that, and then again, and the kids get hmn and fresher, till the old creepâ€"¢an‘t lpthowind from the open r Qut. Cascaded satin, white as the flowers, Swirled around her. The wind: nd{rub'r.tmz:lduup-' ‘% stand ‘em any . She to push ‘em into her oven to eookies of ‘em, though fer dough, Gretel was quite a anyhow. s ’ THE MANOR HOUSE MYSTERY White petal purity in the pane room, A spray of beauty that dipped| and Only the pose was awkward, Stiff and ungrageful; â€" Only the knife was horrible; And the blood. . t __._touched it, too. ; Rippling its sheen, whispe through the folds. ./ CHAPTER 12 â€" | < ‘I had hardly set down the materials orf my bedside table gurance against insomnia w must have fallen into a deep I didn‘t hear Roger come in, the two policemen, nor anyon; ing to bed . + ps I dreamed that I got up to my anxiety or know (the wo opened the wardrobe door and it hung, the shoulders sagging the ends of . the hanger, as th cringing with shame. My will against the heaviness of my | the m 'ffl'E guit was co It must have been George‘s} guit that made me dream. The onkg ke haid worn the night of the mutder was hanging, limp m wrink in his wardrobe. ‘The k of it hung toward the door; half of my| will power ‘had been nagging. me |éver since I dijscovered it to look a‘ the OH y l front‘ of the coat and ‘sleeyes other half of me, the fiowan‘ily had whispered, "No, let it alone ter not to know." th t t thick garnet drops which c moment to the bottom an fell with soft thudâ€"thuds3 to floor. [>* Somehow I wub.ct in bed the wardrobe door ¢ + bu thuds kept on. They xtre mo sistent; they seemed to come er; then they were no longer of blood from George‘s sui footfalls, as bf a heavy person ing bnrefo’;a'fipwe. along the hallway. ley came nearer; came through my door; they by my bedside table. It seent I. could ‘hear breathing, deée fast, but almost silent; I . that there, almost above me dark, I could hear a human Calling out was impossible gathered my strength for & 1 an effort without hope or put but : instinctive . resistance | ag what might otherwise be deit Then came the pain,. Some was around my throat â€" rough fingers. They tighten though I felt my eyelids open‘ I could see nothing but f1 spots before my eyes. f / The fingers only tightened, but the unknown assailant lean over me had to change position, and in doing so crashed against my table. There was a bumping on the table, and again the sound of liquid drops. But these were not heayy and slow like the drops of blood in the dream that had f into footfalls; even with the height ened sense of sound that dor Just .before loss of c« ess, these were light and so®, and f¢ in rapid succession, from the «fi of the table to the floor. . | â€" There was a quick intake of brnthintMMrosbo’n'n The fingers loosened their hold. re mcpsuowhflotvomop ps fell fromthe table. I tried to see, but there were still : only flashes in the dark. I tried to call or scream, but my throat .and my voice was gone. I lay th and heard those barefoot footsteps tipâ€" toe down my hallway, faster| now, until they were lost onthy;ddu! rug of the outer hall, . 1 tried another scream was wasted effort. My sight was coming back .though; there were thp shapes of tieâ€"back curtains against the winâ€" ‘dows, and the dark bulk of the highâ€" boy. Iâ€"don‘t know how m; seeâ€" onds passed after the f were lost on the rug before ‘the) next sound; I was concerned only in tryâ€" ing to gather back my f; It all came at once â€" the slam of Roger‘s dootk, the rp| my throat that brought out @ s that was a sum of all the s THE BARRED SEVE e table to the floor. : ere was a quick, i of :hinflufinnsbdnr The rs loosened their hold.‘ re npsmvbflotwomop ps ‘romthe table. I tried to see, Mepmar sns ts i colnb Ratt boby f C3 o Doi un on oa . 2001 â€"Pat Shannon Slo: \L y p4 We (ikk the inâ€" earâ€" here over qugh shed d as Yes, it in Ig a then ‘the ainst ?ep. nor (goâ€" ZAM, they that and ught the , and wide, hing but valkâ€" ettle ‘ream ams I ‘the nalf, betâ€" loud ing t * Should this happen, and if are foolhardy enough to, wan away from your guide a lost in the jungle, do not) d There are many ways in which may sustain life until found b; rescue party â€" if ever, | ~Let us say you have w a circle till you feel you deserting you. Remember Popâ€"e Well, thete is a jungle spingch contains enough iron to | re normal budge to your mugcles, through the lz{b tiny. us h you are lucky enough to. ,.d sol Do you like chop suey? |Consi the bamboo grove. Bam and roots are the very e a gaod chop suey. Help yourself. Many wild fruits will sypply j moisture for which your s cries out. The pawpaw, the da the, Malay *apple, wild fig and ton, which latter reminds of plum. But don‘t munch on en nanas . . .*‘or you‘ll be sotry. fil up on green apples? â€" Well . | â€" Sated with fruit you res § aimless, cireular progress.‘YÂ¥ou find, blocking your path, a looking monster in minia: re bling a lizard wearing a mo green negligee, Don‘t scteam raise your blood pressure. ‘Thi not D, T.‘s, It‘s really a blessin camoflage â€"â€" and how well ca flaged! Just take a crotcheéed stic, of course you brought your crote stick with you â€"‘and pin her ‘supposed to be a ‘"herl‘) to ground. Then look for her e Hardâ€"boiled iguana eggs gre a d eacy. Or, of course, if you pr them raw ... _ fSsHI â€" After the war is ended : Téjo and Schickelgruber compelled to gat the dust they have been raising, it is possible that you might want jto tour the beautiful South Sea Isles with which our boys have become @¢â€" qguainted the hard way. | s Should You Ever Be Lost in the Jungle See that black coneâ€"shaped s ture over there? It is about a high and as hard as iron. Take trusty bolo knife â€" don‘t tell you left THAT behind â€"â€" tmd and hack till you shatter the ¢ Shoo away the ants and Help y self. Termite eggs, which rese rice kernels, are a ‘real tréatâ€"t have the flavor of nuts.. | nave lne LIavor ol nUss, By this time you ar !prob bly bored and would appreéia%dn spot of fishing. You don‘t need aline gt a hook. Find a Barringtonia tree pind smash some of its fruit.‘ Now ¢hst the mush into the brook (there‘s surely a brook handy). The jcc of the; fruit will stun the fish and you may catch as many as you : bareâ€"handed. But don‘t eat ‘em dw. Salt water fish may be eaten ngw, but fresh water: fish â€" uh, uh! || x’"'.fi»"i' P ‘:‘é"'\“-‘s,'- ';,T i# C :‘.,-“;af /-l t mt en i ons the most delicious little white grulb only you would probably take _ h for worms. They will melt in . jour mouth, and they are just ¢rammed with vitamins. NeMECT A By this time you . will | prob;: have been rescued, If not,.keep ; thin up. ‘Monkey meat is won fully tasty, as is also the fles} E!he snake. In making snfake fangs. Then skin it and cu in pieces and allow to si con}dn't »!.oll it from a sq Over there is a pool 0: clear. water, framed by ferns and temptingly co« drink it! Never drink jun unless it has been boiled. the snake. In making snake s fiflt -â€"â€";bnt ‘fiflt! «: re _OVe If you are still in doubtj is poisonous and what i your eye on the monkeys. respects these goofy littl are wiser than you! o Cape Gloucester,: )New (Delayed) â€"â€" Short, stock Corporal‘ Pete losua, 4 W Wakefield, Mass, carried 6 mascot into the tent. â€"â€"â€" ui e®‘s . "Just took her away frc up the road," he said. her ®‘ f "Did Fou sock "em, Pete © ""Bock him? Me staring in the knees â€" and I sh‘ him?" (Marine Corps Combat Oorte{ If we are to have a "g« of the people and for th it must be a "governmen people" had attempted before, an« ring noises all over the ho ‘I managed to get out of bed. foot struck cold liquid. I coul clearly, then, <the ove ed bottle, the ink on my clo my ~nightgown,â€" and ‘the spré puddle on the floor. In hal Gertrude was coming m we passed her door she he and ‘got a robe to throw across shoulders. Cecil Mirthbone rushe upllthd stairs with Hurley and eller ||folâ€" lowing. The detecti 0 Roger‘s door ahd turned on the teil~ ing light. Roger was sitting up: in bed, his eyes wide and ng. reâ€" garding stupidly the ink on the backs of his hands. Green| ink was on one pajama sleeve, on "Whâ€"what‘s the matter?" he mn?. "Is anything wrong?" ‘~~(To be continued) | .. STRATEGEM By T/Sgt. Benjamin { in is. â€" Green leeve, an ter?" he : £* nued) _ \ _/\ râ€"S. TH#J PRESS se ib Salary . wl Now ¢hast ; (there‘s The ‘jujee : fish pnd \you t ‘em naw. aten ‘rqw, uh1 {. Fing a dagh rle, wy t by him x uld : vernt the ‘the pond deli fel Bri e of ed ‘s he my p t) in ne U er e it ut ay d+ liâ€" er s ck le y the sh alâ€" ate n‘t ter ing vay As: in My ink ed ad is in er at ght rck 1e ent my NU the of e ME The bride, gowned in trailing white marquisette, wore a fingertip veil fastened by orange blossoms and carried white roses. She was given in marriage by her brother, Pvt. Joseph Castelli, Fort Knox, Ky. A wedding breakfast was served at the home of the bride‘s mother, with dinner later at the Open House followed by a large reception at the Highland Park woman‘s club. After honeymooning in Wisconsin, the couple will reside in Highwood. : Miss Louise Baracani,.Highwood, in yellow marquisette, carrying tea roses, was maid of honor and Pvt. Elmer Lori, Kenosha, acted as best man. Miss Gloria Linari, vocalist, rendered golos, with ‘Miss Louise Barron of Kenosha at the organ. Creative Writers Meet‘ With Mrs. O. L. Olesen : The N. 8.:Creative Writers‘ group is meeting on Thursday of this week at the home of Mrs, 0. L. Olesen, 369 Moraine, for a picnic lunch and a ‘discussion of literary problems. Seven members of this group walked away with prizes at the 5th. annual Writers‘ conference ‘held last week at Northwestern university. j ~ On Saturday, July 29, at the St, James‘ church in Highwood, Lydia F. Castelli, daughter of Mrs. Mary Castellt; 336 Railway, Highwood was married to Put. Benjamin Pas euccio, son of Mr. and Mrs, Peter Pascuccio, Kenosha, Rev. John Ward officiating. y PM ‘ Miss Luise Haessler, Vassar senâ€" ior, is spending the month of Augâ€" ust with her mothér, Mrs, Mildred Haessler, 1737 Rice. Misg Haessler, who will be graduated from college in December, snent the first part of her vacation at points in Alabama, and at Miami, Fla. J Lydia Castelli Weds Army Man The marriage of Maj. Robert W. Wood II, son of Gen. and Mrs. Robâ€" ert E. Wood, to Miss Martha Copk of Charlestort, W. VT was revealed recently. The wedding took rthce on July 28 in Stockholim, where the former Miss Cook is attached to the U. 8. legation. f Major . Wood: military sttache December. Trinity â€" Episcopal â€" church, ; â€" and church and concert tenor solpist in Chicago for many years, passed away in his home at 5200 N Western Ave., on Wednesday of last week. â€" : Miss Luise Haessler to Spend Vacation in Town Marries American Girl In Stockholm, Sweden Organist at Trinity Passes Away in Chicago â€" Paul M. Mnll"d“ry. choir master at He is survived by his widow, Gladys, and a son, Paul .R. : [ ol 3 Reliable Did You Have A Hard Day in the naL ient? has been. assistant in Stockholm sgince â€"DEA hard day at the office?" Whym "Did you have a hard day in the : 1" Maybe you‘d feel foolish, but -.I at home IS foolish . . . cepeci¢lly wh Laundry can do it much cheaper. wife‘s health mdlnppmeum ou call in Reliable‘s this week! â€" When your wife asks you, ‘I C Ct ' Mrs. Alonzo Tenny has sold lhome in Highmoor and is now Wâ€" ing with friends at 359 Laurel A MHighwood andâ€" Highland 1 Prosperity Girls baséball teams tangle Sunday afternoon at 8:3 Mordini‘s Highwood baseball in a bengfit game with the er ‘proceeds going to the National | fund. Admission will be 10 am cents, This will be a return g as the Highwood team turned victory over the Highland Par some weeks ago at Sunset. P Plenty of action is in store for spectators, ‘Tentative lineâ€"ups Sunday‘s game are as follows: Rebella Crovetti ({captain), . gelina Zenzola, Bruni Mordini, | ginia Gherardini. Mary Ghini, R« lie Croci, Lena Ariano, Ezzie U lini, Tillie Venturini. Substitu Clara Lenzini and Eva Phillips. Louise Onesti (captain), . w Sanders, Catherine Minoni, M Nerrini, Nella Carani, Doris Car Louise Carani, Frieda Onesti, I Crimo. o oo f cwn For The Dogs of War â€"There are "dogouts" as '(;3 foxholes in the island of These are the places where the d of war hole in with their master night. * ‘ These members of the Kâ€"9 â€"â€" mostly â€" Doberma»ns â€"â€" proved . themsélves ©invaluabl *"alerting" the enemy, each in own individual fashion, preven in this way, much loss of life â€" the Yanks. +Only male Kâ€"9‘s are tained, now, females proving temperamental. c Highwood, H. Park Girls Plan Benefit Ball Game The dogs seem to have a (} sense of responsibility . One, a man shepherd, was attacked by a cal: cur, while on duty deliverin, message. The .shepher‘ shook off attacker and finished his erra Then he‘returned and finished enemy, y » f been received. from â€" Tech.â€" James J. Mooney, who arrived El,lc’land the latter part of July.. enlisted with the Army Engine it October, 1948, and after‘spe ing eight months in various car in California, he was sent overs with a unit of Combat Engineér: . Jim is known to all the boys the North Shore area for his act ties as nature director for the J Scouts of America and has sp wany summers at Camp Maâ€"ka .Jim is the son of Mr. and 1 Tom Mooney, North Ridge Rd. wife, Beverly, is residing in H land Park with her parents, Mt. Mrs. Paul Beyers on Broadview 4 The JIM MOONEY OVERSEAS SEX first Vâ€"mail letter has j received â€" from â€" Tech.â€"8 J. Mooney, who arrived Highland Park Highwood C o nA £ & d beggim P oA t ty (ew k and ‘‘North Chicago, where therg are regular Community Chest 0 zations, the Chest ‘drive is combined with that of the war fund. ‘«Cochran, who lives at 4234 N. Lincéin Ave., is assisted in the subu sections by Jeffery R. Sh Winnetka, and A. T. Rivens, Oak| as vice chairmen. 3 suburban districts are dividâ€" ed raphically into five regions, The|north shore falls into region 1 'nn'd' of region 2. Chairman ‘of regipn 1 is Edwin B. Sherwin, Highâ€" land |Park, and chairman of region 2 is Cluay E. Steele of Park Ridge. â€" td 54 “I_ 3 f Shore residents are already hg steps to make sure that the fall fund drive, to begin Octo: ber 2, will exceed its goal of $12,â€" 980,000. _ Stuart W, Cochran is tman,of the, suburban ‘division. j Community and. War fund re nts the national war fund thro outCox:, Du Page, and Lake counties, raising funds of the USO, camp shows, war prisoners‘ aid, United Seamen‘s service, and allied reli mqein.’ ‘In| Wilmette, .Evanston, Winnetâ€" ka, Glencoe,‘ Highland Park, Wauâ€" Wa Gu | e are the days when‘ gals trembled at the sight of a gun. At Gre#it Lakes half of the 30 enrolled in the class whicf began last week far #funnery instructors are WAVEs. In this fiveâ€"week training course is inclided ‘gunnéry instruction, fire control ‘study, antiâ€"aircraft instrucâ€" tion jand Mark three and four trainer i cting. ‘The goal is set for a total of 325 women enrollees. ho %: ;i" h 0s en thas s 19000 SUN., MON., TUE., Aug. 13, 14, 15 Ks flASSAGE TO MARSEILLE®" w# Humphrey Bogart,; Claude Rains Â¥es to Serve as > 1 I 13 Highland . Park 605 U., FRI, SAT.,, Aug. 10 11, 12 Robert TayTor, Susan Peters ming: "Pin Up Girl," See Here ‘vt. Hargrove,"."Home in Inâ€" iana," "Story of Dr. Wassell." mbine with Chest Drives "SONG OF RUSSIA" ANDING ROOM ONLY®" tre â€"â€" â€" 630 Vernon Avenue LENCOE Aug. 16â€"19 . . _ Paulette Goddard and ~‘Fred MacMurray ifi t Page 3 $