The New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 43, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 11, 1938 Page: 7 of 8
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STRAIT GATE
By RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL
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moment she said, “I
a flier."
mean, if I try with all my might—
if I’m not too dumb—if I study and
1. In what lake does the Mis-
sissippi river have its rise?
2. Who were the Druids?
3. Who was the author of this
quotation: “America never lost a
war and never won a confer-
ence"?
4. What is a papal bull?
5. What is the largest city south
of the equator?
fl. What is the most traveled
highway in the United States?
7. Why was the state of Florida
given that name?
asked the pardon; I have taken her
to fly. It is finished."
It must have been almost at the
same instant that Lynn Dana was
typing to his traveling cousin in
Geneva. “And so, Sally Ann, my
dear, it has begun!"
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Many men are angry with them
that tell them of their faults, when
they should be angry only with
the faults that are told them.—
Venning.
the skull of Turgenev, the Russian
novelist, with a brain capacity of
2,030 cubic centimeters. The aver-
age skull capacity is about 1,450
centimeters for men and from 1,250
to 1,300 for women. Other mental
giants were Daniel Webster, with a
measurement of 2,000 cubic centi-
meters; Bismarck, with 1,965; Bee-
thoven, with 1,750; and Kant, with
1,740. On the other hand, Napoleon’s
brain weighed only 68.5 ounces and
Walt Whitman's only 45.3, compared
with the 74 ounces registered by
Turgenev’s. It follows, therefore,
that sheer weight of brain is not
necessarily an index to high intel-
ligence. What counts more is the
“bark” or cortex of gray matter
that sheaths the convolutions of the
cerebral hemispheres. The size of
the dead Aleut’s skull does not in
itself prove that he towered men-
tally above his fellows when he was
alive.
Conrad Jordan observed him “with
satisfaction. "That lad will never
smash up through is own careless-
ness," he nodded. He amplified it
for her—“Most of the crashes oc-
cur on the ground."
“I sofc," Sarah Lynn said quickly.
He considered her shrewdly. "I
believe you do.” They were step-
ping nearer to the plane and he
said above the roar, "You can get
aboard now.” He took her elbow
in a flrm hand and helped her into
the cabin.
She sat down quickly in the rear
seat, fastening the belt about her
waist, calmly folding her hands in
her lap.
The Hermod taxied'sturdily down
the field and took off trimly. There
were instants when it seemed to
hang in the clear air, suspended
over the field. She could see Con-
rad Jordan waving. Presently he lost
dignity and importance and became
a tiny toy figure in a world of
playthings and vanished altogeth-
"Yes,” she said contentedly.
"When is my first lesson?"
“Tomorrow.”
"Oh, not today?”
He shook his head. “Physical ex-
amination—lots of details to fix up.
But I’ll hop you over to the field,
now, and your folks’ll drive over
after you. Ready?" With swift
strength he swung her up and into
the cockpit and climbed in himself.
1. Lake Itasca in Minnesota.
2. Priests of the religion of the
ancient inhabitants of Britain,
Gaul and Germany.
3. Will Rogers.
4. An edict of the pope.
5. Buenos Aires, Argentina.
6. The American Automobile as-
sociation says that U. S. Highway
No. 1 in the vicinity of New York
city has the heaviest traffic.
7. It was discovered on Easter
Sunday—in Spanish, Pascua Flo-
rida, the Feast of Flowers.
and difficult
gifts with
ran to kiss and thank
EXCELLENT
AFTER SHAVING LOTION
They flew over the Santa Cruz
mountains, brown, green, compact
as if they had been carved out of
wood and painted.
They circled the water and turned
inland agaip, picking up the moun-
tains, Danavale, San Jose, the air-
port, like dropped stitches.
Sarah Lynn caught her breath.
"Quick! Such heavenly quickness!”
He nodded. “I have named him
for Hermod, the swift one. You
know?”
"I know. Hermes—Mercury.”
"Yes. We go down, now."
The west was darkening when
they swooped to earth with a suave
landing and rolled briskly to the
hangar.
The old attendant came limping
to open the door and help her out.
Conrad Jordan was not in sight.
“He said would you come speak
to him in the ’phone booth,"
man addressed Gunnar, and
Norwegian ace followed him in.
The older flier stood with the
ceiver in his hand. “Hello, Gun-
r.ar! Do you mind? I'm waiting for
this Glendale connection. Will you
run Miss Dana home for me?"
“Please don’t trouble," she said
quickly. “They will send a car for
me." But Gunnar was already step-
ping toward the roadster and she
followed him.
He drove a car as smoothly as a
plane. They had ticked off a twi-
light mile before he spoke. “You
have no fear."
Sarah Lynn was twenty years old
on the fifteenth of June. Her first
waking thought was, "Now I’m ex-
actly old enough to begin my flight
training!”
For months she had been saying,
"I’d like to fly,” and “I want to
fly,” and finally, "I'm going to fly!”
but without any deeper delving into
the proposition.
Sarah Lynn’s place at the break-
fast table was festive with flowers
and tissue-and-ribboned packages.
Her mother
days.
Her dark
opened her
warmth and
her.
“I’m so glad they make you hap-
py, darling. But you haven't looked
at the big box yet,” she reminded
her archly.
It would be from Duncan Van Doz-
en, of course, from the smartest of
San Francisco florists. She lifted
away damp layers of glistening
green paper and registered authen-
tic appreciation. She touched lilies-
of-the-valley and forget-me-nots and
tiny pink rosebuds with her brown
finger-tips. “Duncan has perfect
taste.”
“Ah, yes, hasn't he?” her mother
said gratefully. “Will you arrange
them now, dear? The low green
bowls and the little crystal vases
for the lilies?”
"You fix them for me, Mother,
please! You do it so much better—
and Penny's waiting. I promised
to walk with her.”
Mrs. Dana was wistfully cheery
about it, sure that a brisk walk
would do her child good. “But don’t
stay away too long, darling!" she
said with the look which meant her
sly, sweet hopes. “Happy plans for
the birthday."
Sarah Lynn found the governess
and the greyhound waiting for her.
They set off together through the
increasing loveliness of the day.
“Queer! No presents from Great-
granny and Uncle Lynn!"
"Ah, well, the day’s not done!"
Miss Pennington wagged her head
in its stern, out-dated sailor hat.
“Penny, where shall we go? The
high meadow? Remember how I
used to tease the ladybugs and
make them fly away home and tell
JUk Me Another
• A Guttural Qui*
Dr. Ales Hrdlicka, the curator of
physical anthropology at the Smith-
sonian institution, has found that
the human head swells in a literal
and not a metaphorical sense as its
owner grows older, notes a writer in
the New York Sun. The theory is
supported by the testimony of Sir
Flinders Petrie, the eminent arche-
ologist and Egyptologist, who has
kept tab on his hat sizes through
the years. At twenty a size 6*4 hat
fitted nim comfortably; at thirty he
required a 7 to 714; with the passing
of another decade his hat size in-
creased by a quarter; at fifty an-
other quarter was added, and at
sixty his head had outgrown all
standard size hats. The Smithson-
ian considers this record as of more
than usual significance “because of
the incessant and continued intel-
lectual work of the English archeol-
ogist."
In the Aleutian islands, off the
southern coast of Alaska, Dr. Hrd-
licka discovered a skull with a brain
capacity of 2,005 cubic centimeters.
This find aroused great interest be-
cause the skull, so far as is known,
is the second largest in the history
of mankind. The record is held by
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Leeches, being parasitic to a con-
siderable degree, can usually be
found clinging to the skin of the
bind legs of a snapping turtle, feed-
ing on its blood.
granny's splendid 1 She ran away
from home when she was fifteen
and joined an emigrant train and
came across the plains in a covered
wagon, and there were Indians and
hunger and thirst and—”
They were running into Danavale.
"Oh, not my uncle'e house! I want
to go home, please. To the left."
It would be over in a moment and
there was a thing she must ask.
“I’ve been wondering. There isn’t
any fear, I know that, of course,
but when you're flying alone, hour
after hour, do you ever think about
death?"
"Often,” he told her readily.
“With great interest. But not with
—what is your word?—eagerment?"
She nodded; it seemed an excel-
lent word.
“This house?” The large, com-
placent dwelling of Edwin and
Adelaide Dana was all golden win-
dows. “Of death: yes. An adven-
ture," Gunnar Thorwald said, stop-
ping the car. "Life is one adven-
ture; death is another. I wish you
the good-evening."
Sarah Lynn stepped out, and in-
stantly, without another word, he
was away.
Gunnar Thorwald drove Conrad
Jordan's car swiftly back to the air-
port and found the Hermod put
away for the night and his friend
waiting for him outside the hangar.
"So," the Norwegian ace said
gravely, "you are satisfied? I have
them their houses were on fire and
their children would burn?”
“I remember.”
"Uncle Lynn and Great-granny
used to call me Ladybug, didn’t
they? I haven’t thought of that for
yean.”
“Haven’t you, indeed?”
Something in her tone made Sarah
Lynn halt. “Penny, dear, we an
going too fast? Lightning seems to
set the pace but we can shift into
low if you like!"
“Certainly not!”
“Oh, look at Lightning!” The
greyhound, at the bend of the road,
tensely silhouetted, was gazing fix-
edly into space. “Isn’t she glori-
ous when she’s sighting something?
Her lines do things to me, like sun-
sets and symphonies.”
They rounded the curve and Sar-
ah Lynn cried: “There’s a plane!
Look, Penny—a plane in our field I"
She began to run. Lightning bound-
ing before with shrill, suspicious
barks.
There in the center of the broad
meadow, searing already toward the
long, bright, rainless summer, an
airplane rested on the ground like
some great bird briefly breaking its
flight. It did not look disabled to
Sarah Lynn, and the pilot stood un-
hurt beside it. Out of gas, prob-
ably. There was a closed car close
by, and she was abreast of it be-
fore she realized it was the one
shared by her great-grandmother
and her uncle.
She stood still, then, beginning to
shake with excitement.
The ancestress hopped nimbly out
of the machine and hurried to her.
There were dabs of dull crimson on
her cheek-bones and she was laugh-
ing in her shrill, cackling giggle.
Her great - granddaughter man-
aged a strangled whisper. "What—
what is it?”
“It’s your covered wagon, Sairy
Lynn!”
"For me? To keep?” Questions
going off like a string of small fire-
crackers.
“Yours,” Lynn Dana answered
from the windows of the car.
She ran to him, her mouth work-
ing. "Uncle Lynn, Uncle Lynn! Not
—belonging to me? To fly?”
"All yours and only yours. Many
happy returns from Great-Granny
and me. We let Conrad Jordan and
Gunnar Thorwald pick it out for us,
but we were very firm about having
a Gipsy Moth.” He grinned at her.
“It was the nearest we could get.”
Then she saw what he meant. The
little ship was painted a clear,
sharp, lacquer red with its name in
black letters—L A D Y B U G.
The pilot tugged briefly at his cap.
"Le Roy's my name. Flew her
over for you." He had a deeply
scarred face and a bitter mouth,
but there was a look of weathered
and seasoned youth about him.
“Want to take a hop?”
"Yes! But first I must look!” She
walked round and round the plane,
several times putting out a hand
to touch it. Then she went back
to the donors and gave a hand to
each and stood staring at them.
“Great-granny, Uncle Lynn—”
she began, trying to assemble an
adequate sentence. She shut her
eyes and kept the lids tight for a
long instant before she opened them
again, and the nonagenarian and
the man who had sat still in a
chair for more than half his life
would always remember the
drowned glory of them. “Do you
mind if I go?” she asked huskily.
“You just up’n put out, Sairy
Lynn,” the ancient woman told her,
shrilly competing with the noise of
the motor.
The man said with his good grin,
"Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away
home!”
Then she ran back to the plane.
Lightning beside her. “Are you go-
ing to teach me?”
"Penny.*' adoring lovwnm ot the girl,
saying the to unhappy and misunderstood.
At a family dinner party. SaUy Ann flrat
hears of Keaton Dana'i ultra-modern wife.
Ardlne. who runs a roadhouse called the
Stewed Prune, and to trying to wangle a
flight with Gunnar Thorwald. Norwegian aee.
famous for hto refusal to fly women, through
their mutual friend. Jim Allison Gunnar
Thorwald arrives with Jim Allison. and
Sarah Lynn to attracted to Mm. Duncan
Invites her to the Stewed Prune. Sarah
Human Head Swells in Literal and Not
Metaphorical Sense as Owner Grows Older
Soon they were taxiing over the
meadow, and Sarah Lynn saw with
a warm uprush of gratitude that it
had been leveled into the semblance
of a decent landing-field. Great-
granny, Uncle Lynn, going to that
extra expense so that she might see
her Ladybug first in the setting ot
old memories.
The plane turned, disdained the
browning grass, rose serenely into
the air. Instantly, Sarah Lynn knew
in a blaze of ecstasy that she had
never flown before! Turning traitor
to all earlier thrills, she realized
that a cabin-plane cut in two the
kingdom and the power and the
glory. Now, with nothing between
her and the sky, she was really fly-
ing!
“My first flight in my own plane!”
she told herself rapturously. "I can
never be as happy as this again
if I live to be a hundred!”
She wished passionately that there
were more hours instead of minutes
before her. but the Gipsy Moth de-
voured the miles relentlessly, and
came daintily down at the San Jose
airport.
Men came running with grinning,
friendly faces to help her out, me-
chanics, helpers, attendants. There
was a youth with a camera which
clicked as Sarah Lynn stepped to
the ground.
“Well, Miss Dana, how do you
like your boat? Slick job, huh? Go-
ing to fly her yourself?” He came
closer. “Mind if I get one of you
and Gunnar Thorwald together?"
the reporter persisted. "Shaking
hands, huh? Sort of ’Welcome to
the sky!’ ”
“Gunnar Thorwald isn’t here,”
she began coldly, but then she saw
him coming toward her. “Oh,
please, we'd rather not!” She kept
her head down.
The Norwegian ace reached them.
"I drive you home,” he said with-
out preliminary greeting.
The young newspaper man man-
aged a snapshot while they got into
Jordan's car. “Thanks a lot!” he
called out, his nose looking pertly
triumphant.
They rolled out of the field and
down the road.
“Oh, I forgot!” Sarah Lynn said.
"Great-granny and Uncle Lynn
were coming for me! I'm afraid I
must wait for them.”
"We meet them on the road?”
“Yes, we could—"
“You must go quickly home?”
“Oh, no,” she discarded the hap-
py birthday plans at which her
mother had archly hinted,
mean—”
“I have the earnest wish
those large trees.”
A muscle twitched in her
"Then we’ll go to Felton, over the
mountains, an hour, an hour and a
half—”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Dunean Van Daren, Di droit society youth.
Greet-Granny Dana, covorod-wagon pioneer,
and community matriarch, recognizee in the
girl the rostleaa advanturouaneaa ot the
"dark Danae." a trait shared by her and
Cousin SaUy Ann Dana, traveler and author.
"No.”
“That is
After a
want to be
“That is also good."
“Then, you think women should
fly?”
“Why not? Women have courage;
the skill they may learn. In the
ancient history of my country the
women fought often beside their
men.”
“I know.” She remembered the
governess' books from the library.
“My grandmother," he began
again, his voice warmer than she
had heard it before, “there could
be no more of courage in woman or
man.” Presently he said, “Your
grandmother I also like.”
Sarah Lynn kindled. "Oh, Great-
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ale. Cousin Mary Dana Webster tells Sarah
she suspects Arcline and her friends of fram-
ing on Gunnar, and Sarah Lynn, in an in-
creasing stupor, decides to warn him. When
Gunnar arrives, angry at Jim Allison for
hours solo flying; that’s the mini-
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fly away home.” and sees her carried out
to the ladies' room, unconscious Gunnar
arrives at the airport Sarah Lynn, partly
out of her stupor. Imagines the sensations
ot flying, with Gunnar at the controls. Gun-
nar. flying to Lol Angeles, senses someone
standing behind him. When he realizes
it to Sarah Lynn, he shouts. "Keep awey
from me. drunken fool." will listen to no
explanation, and detours to Fresno. Thrown
out at Fresno "like a seek of mall.” Sarah
Lynn to greeted by a group headed by a
bride and groom, who recognize Gunnar.
White the "bride” drives Sareh Lynn to the
hotel to await her father, one of the party
phones the story to the newspapers. Iden-
tifying the two fliers, and the "bride" as
Kitty Medlll. wild stunt flier. Danavale is
convinced Sarah Lynn has been drugged.
Uncle Lynn promisee to get the truth to
Gunnar Sally takes Sarah Lynn abroad, and
writes Uncle Lynn of her plan to make an
aviatrtx out ot her. Sarah Lynn receives
• cable from homo, saying her mother to
threatened with pneumonia Sarah Lynn ar-
Gunnar comes to ask her
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