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CANCER DELAY
Dr. Barton
Just as we are congratulating our-
selves that knowledge of cancer was
making great headway not only in
America but throughout the world, it
comes as shocJt that
cancer authorities
state that "the pub-
lic education on the
cancer problem is
inadequate and in-
effective." We have
naturally been think-
ing that as more
people now live to
the cancer age, this
is the cause of the
increase of cancer,
which is true to a
great extent. How-
ever, that more could and should be
done, in fact is absolutely neces-
sary, if we are to reduce the cancer
death rate, is more knowledge of
cancer. Thus the slogan "F'ight Can-
cer with Knowledge" is timely.
That knowledge of cancer is great-
ly needed is the statement in the
Journal of the American Medical
Association, by Drs. Charles R.
Harms, Jules A. Plant and Ashley
W. Cughterson, New Haven, Conn.
In the study of the causes of delay
In obtaining treatment by 155 pa-
tients, it was found that only about
one-fourth of the patients had read
about cancer and that all but two
of these had obtained their informa-
tion from newspapers and popular
magazines. Only two admitted read
ing public health pamphlets.
"Delay in the diagnosis and treat-
ment of cancer is one of the most
important factors in the failure to
obtain results by the methods now
available—radium, X-rays and sur-
gery."
What is considered delay insofar
as the patient and physician are
concerned?
This depends to some extent on
location of the cancer, as a cancer
on the skin or where it can be seen
easily will not take as long to recog-
nize as cancer inside the body.
Delay by the patient. This con-
sists in having persistent symptoms
for one month or longer before con-
sulting a physician.
Delay by the physician. This con-
sists in the waiting for any period
longer than three weeks after the
patient is first seen during which a
diagnosis may be announced or a
consultation with another physician
or cancer specialist requested.
• • •
Salt Reduction Aid
In Meniere's Disease
A recent valuable discovery is
that most cases of Meniere's dis-
ease—hard of hearing, head noises,
dizziness, nausea and vomiting—are
due to "waterlogging" or swelling
of a part of the hearing system. By
cutting down on liquids and salty
foods most of these cases obtain re-
lief from these symptoms.
Just what causes this swelling or
waterlogging in the ear is not defi-
nitely known. Dr. W. E. Grove,
Milwaukee, in Annals of Ear, Nose
and Throat, suggests that the swell-
ing may be due to allergy—sensi-
tiveness to foods or other substances
—just as swelling occurs in other tis-
sues due to allergy. Swelling may
also be due to lack of certain vita-
mins in the food, or to the lack of a
sufficient amount of some gland ex-
tract in the system.
It is fortunate that while the search
for the cause of these symptoms con-
tinues, so much relief can be ob-
tained by the medical treatment by
histamine and by avoiding foods
rich in salt.
Foods to avoid because they con-
tain too much salt are: salted but-
ter, ordinary bread, crackers, eggs,
milk, spinach, carrots, oatmeal and
all corned, pickled, smoked or salt-
ed foods.
Foods that can be eaten because
they contain very little salt are:
apples, asparagus, cabbage, Brus-
sels sprouts, lettuce, grapes, or-
anges, lemons, sugar, jelly, unsalt-
ed butter and unsalted bread.
There are of course some cases
where the histamine and food treat-
ment gives little or no relief. What
can be done for these cases because
the symptoms are distressing and
weakening T
Surgery is now used where medi-
cal and diet treatment fail, or for
those who for economic or other
reasons cannot be kept on a super-
vised trsatmsnt for a long time and
for patients whose occupation inter-
feres with obtaining benefit from
medical or diet treatment becsuse of
carelessness in following a pro
scribed routine.
pirates head
ISABEL WAITTV^
THE STORY SO FAR: Judy Jason,
who is tilling the story, receives an
anonymous letter enclosing $800 and ask*
it>K lier to bid for an abandoned church
to be auctioned the next day. She sus-
pects, in turn, each of the quests at the
inn where she Is staying. They are the
Reverend Jonas DeWitt, Lily Kendall,
Thaddeus Quincy, Albion Potter, Hugh
Norcross and his sister, Bessie, and Vic-
tor Quade, a writer who has Just ar-
rived. Judy bids for the church and gets
it. The body of a man identified as Roddy
Lane, found in a chest iu the basement of
the church, disappears. Later, Victor
Quade tells Judy that he found a golf
club near tb«j chest.
Now continue with Judy's story.
CHAPTER VI
Toward dawn the shed was just a
sputtering heap of cinders. And what
would they find? What would they
find!
We were all running around try-
ing to help. I'd encountered, as I
remembered afterward, everybody
except Uncle Wylie, still sleeping it
olT in his room, and, of course,
Thaddeus Quincy, wrapped in a
blanket, watching the fire from his
chair. He'd managed to wheel
himself onto the porch. But none of
us had found a trace of Old Man
Brown until my foot slipped.
Ugh! I can feel it now—like a
bony snake. It threw me off bal-
ance so that I barged into the Rev-
erend's stomach, and he let out a
word which any editor would most
certainly delete. I picked up the
thing which had tripped me to dis-
cover it was a large, old-fashioned
ear trumpet—the kind you used to
see years ago, in plays, when a
deaf person would hold one up to
your nose and shout "Hey?" Well,
poor old Mr. Brown would never
again use this one. I took it at once
to Victor.
"Well, there's certainly nothing
more to do here. The trees are safe.
The fire's over. Why don't we go
back and get dressed and have some
toast and coffee, if Mrs. Gerry can
manage it? Perhaps some of you
ladies—"
"Of course, we will," my aunt
and Lily both cried.
"Me, too," added Bessie Norcross.
"Come along, Hugh."
Victor Quade called me back.
"Judy"—even he was calling me by
my first name now, common danger
having bred familiarity. I loved it—
"does your Uncle Wylie smoke a
pipe?"
Did Uncle Wylie smoke a pipe!
Why, one never saw him without it
—a smudged little old briar that
smelled to heaven.
"Yes; why?"
"Keep it under your hat. Take a
squint at this."
I took a squint in the faint morn-
ing light. Looked like my uncle's
pipe, all right.
"But, good land, Mr. Quade, that
was hours ago—if he dropped it."
"Exactly. Maybe he didn't drop
it. If I'd found it written in one of
my books I'd say it was a plant."
"In one of your books? But I
thought you were just beginning to
write. You said—"
"Come along, Judy. We might
as well have colTee, too." He smiled
down at me rather grimly, I
thought. "Don't give me away, will
you? Quade is my real name. If
I told you my pen name you'd see
me mobbed with pink teas and auto-
graph hounds. I needed a rest—to
get away from all that. No one
ever heart! of Victor Quade. I may
have to tell them myself. That Quin-
cy fellow suspects me."
I couldn't speak. One second I
puffed with pride to be in the confi-
dence of an author famous enough
to be mobbed; the next, my hopes
fell. I mustn't let myself like him.
He'd never give me a thought. Prob-
ably he was married anyway. As-
tonishingly, I heard myself say,
"Lucky you didn't bring Mrs.
Quade."
"Mother? She'd never ride with
a trailer. Or did you mean—? Why,
you artful little devil. Just like
that! And I've spent years wonder-
ing how to do that little thing on
my typewriter. Judy Jason, you're
going to be a great help to me."
I felt all happy again. Nothing
pleases a woman so much as to be
told she's a help.
1 ran on ahead to help Aunt Nella.
She was the quickest thing you ever
saw in her kitchen. Already cofltec
was percolating. Lily Kendall was
turning toast. She'd poured too
much cream into the cups. I halved
it from cup to cup and set her to
getting plates and spoons.
Such a hubbub in that dining
room! Auntie and I decided we
might as well boil eggs, too, and let
them fix their oi&n oranges. If we
didn't we'd just have to give them
a regular breakfast in an hour. Mur-
der and explosions and flres csn
work up awful appetites. The Rev.
Mr. De Witt consumed five three-
minute eggs I
"Give 'em all they want," Aunt
Nella said. "They'll be leavin'
soon." Auntie hadn't stopped to
change her clothes. She looked like
the Witch of Endor. I told her she'd
better fiy, because when the police
came all otir pictures might get
into the Eockville Gazette.
Though it made more work for
me, I was glad our high schooler had
gone home right alter doing the
dishes last night. At least she was
out of this mess. I carried in Mr.
Quincy's cereal, soaked with hot
milk, as he liked it.
" killed Roddy Lane, burned
his house and jumped into the sea,"
Hugh Norcross was saying.
"You've got it twisted, my boy,"
boomed the minister. "Roddy killed
Brown, more likely. The fire was
his funeral pyre. Then Lane dis-
appeared from the Head."
Lily tittered, twiddling a string of
pearls. "How, please? I didn't hear
no airplane."
Thaddeus Quincy thumped his
cane. "Listen, folks. This is a lot
of fun, I know, conjecturing about
murders. But you're all wrong.
The whole business is a series of
odd coincidences. Very odd. First,
Judy has the jitters and imagines
she sees something. Well, we proved
there was nothing there, didn't we?
Then the bridge broke down at the
V
Bessie Norcross stood clinging to
the porch rail.
same time a car backfired, and we
assumed it was blown up. I'll wager
the police won't think so. Next that
fish shed burns. Spontaneous com-
bustion, probably. Place wasn't fit
to live in anyway. Just a shack full
of tar paper and oily ropes and old
tarpaulin. A wonder anyone would
sleep in the dump, but someone
did. Judy and I saw the light
through the one window. Couldn't
see in. Too dirty and cobwebby.
Had a paper curtain over it, too,
didn't it, Judy? I just remember
slits of light." I nodded and he con-
tinued, "Old man may have been
smoking. But it was an accident,
pure and simple. Lane didn't kill
anybody. He's a mean skunk, but
he's far away by now. As to how,
Miss Kendall, he came in a car and
left the same way."
Victor Quade stood up and Mr.
Quincy stopped abruptly. "You're
wrong, too, unfortunately," Victor
said quietly. "Lane's car is still in
the castle garage. It's now," he
glanced at his watch, "not quite 5.
Mrs. Gerry says the Head is the last
place on the trade people's route.
Milk not until noon. Being a holi-
day, there'll be no mail. Market
man tomorrow. You can see we
have quite a little time before the
first person along that empty stretch
of road you call the Neck discov-
ers the broken bridge and sum-
mons aid. Funny Rockville didn't
see the fire, but remember the fog
was mighty dense and we project
nearly Ave miles out to sea. Take it
for a bonfire to honor the Fourth if
they chanced to see it."
"So what?" Bessie interrupted.
"Just this, my friends. Your Rod-
dy Lane did not leave the Head. His
car is still in the garage. Saw it
last night when we searched. I had
the flashlight. It's my belief Judy
was right, but now it's daylight and
I propose further March.
"Mr. De Witt and Mr. Potter, you
take another look in the garage.
RELEASE
See if you can get into the Lane
castle. Break a window if neces-
sary. Here are the keys to my
trailer. Scout around. Cut espe-
cially scan the rocks."
Bessie began to cry, and Hugh
said resentfully: "I think you might
consider the ladies. My sister—"
"Of course. You girls help Mrs.
Gerry. Poor woman, she needs it."
Bessie left the room, but Lily and I
sat tight, while Victor continued his
directions. Lily begged to be al-
lowed to join the hunt.
"All right, Miss Kendall, you and
Mr. Hugh What's-your-name, take
the church end and the woods. Scour
the shore. Yours is the quieter side
toward the cove. You might find
something. Anyway, if Brown or
Lane is in those woods, come quietly
back. The Head is so tiny you all
ought to search it in no time. But
don't touch anything you may find. I
wouldn't go into the church base-
ment again till the police come."
Mr. Quincy folded his hands, his
lips working pitifully. I could have
squeezed Victor when he said,
"Quincy and I will look at the (ire
ruins." And he seized the invalid's
chair, while I ran to hold open the
door.
I didn't like to be left behind, but
they'd virtually dismissed me, so I
had no choice. Anyway, they'd soon
be back. I fixed a tray for Uncle
Wylie, which Aunt Nella took up.
Bessie wiped and I washed the
dishes. Every other minute one of
us would race to the door, and as
soon as we were through I ran down
to where the other men were gradu-
ally collecting around the ruins of
the fish shed.
Bessie Norcross stood clinging to
the porch rail. She wouldn't budge
till her brother came 'or her, she
said. And of course my aunt and
uncle were in their room at the
time.
"Don't come any closer," Victor
cautioned. "Don't touch a thing."
"Glory be—they've found some-
thing. Ain't it exeitin'?" Lily burst
her pearls down poor Mr. Q.'s neck
as he leaned forward, pointing with
his cane.
"See it? That, girls and boys,"
Thaddeus shouted, "is the corpus
delicti, without which there can be
no murder. Now all we need is tc
find out if it's Brown or Lane."
"Or both of them," Potter said,
shuddering.
"You girls go back," Victor said,
taking the shawl Mr. Q. handed him
from his shoulders and covering the
charred torso lying in the midst ol
ashes and debris. I won't describe
it here; it's too horrible. I'd never
before seen a body burned and
blackened beyond recognition. What
little there was left might have been
anybody. Could experts tell wheth-
er the remains were of an old mall
or a middle-aged? I wondered.
"Of course it was Old Ma.i
Brown," Mr. Q. said, "or we'd have
found Lane's diamond ring. Dia-
monds will burn under pressure, be-
ing allotropic forms of carbon, but
not in a fire like this. Well, there
wasn't any ring we could find, was
there, Quade?"
"No, only don't tell the police we
poked."
"That leaves us just where we
were before," Lily Kendall said.
"Mr. Norcross and I didn't see any-
body in the woods."
Hugh agreed, "That's right. Lane
skipped, and this was an accident.
How do you know Lane didn't walk
to town?"
"Bless you, I don't. He may
have," Victor agreed. "But is it log-
ical to suppose he did—a man with
a car?"
"And the car's still over there,"
the minister thundered. "Strange.
Passing strange."
"There wasn't a thing wrong with
the trailer," Albion Potter added.
"Did you go into the castle?"
"No, we didn't," De Witt said.
"Breaking and entering—I thought
we'd better wait for the police. But
Potter here shinnied up on to a bal-
cony and saw that one room had
been used all right. Suitcase on the
bed wasn't there. Potter, and
clothes strewn about?"
Albion nodded. "Couldn't see
much, but the bed didn't look as if
it had been slept in."
"A man's clothes? You—you
coudn't be sure they were Lane's?"
"How could I? But a man's, all
right. Helter • skelter, pajamas,
shirts, tumbled out of an open suit-
case."
"It's beginning to make sense,
Victor Quade said. "How about it,
you people? We can do a lot to
clear up this business for the police,
and the more we And out the more
we'U be saved afterward. What do
you say we take a good look at the
bridge first, post a sentry in case
anybody should happen along the
Neck bright and early, and then
have a general co-operative get-to-
gether and clear up what we canT"
(TO BE CONTINUEDI
Gem* of Thought
vi^ere * *° "ve over
* * again, I should live it just
as I have done. I neither com-
plain of the past, nor do I fear
the future.—Montaigne.
The sufficiency of merit is to
know that my merit is not suf-
ficient.—Francis Quark's.
The golden poppy is Ctxfs Hold,
The mold that lifts, nor weighs us
down.
The. gold that know/: no miser's hold,
The nold that banks not in the town.
-JOAQUIN MILIA R.
Troubles of this world are
vain as billows in a tossing sea.
—Wordsworth.
Force works on servile na-
tures, not the free.—Ben Jonson.
Indians 'Bargained' Out
Homes; Laugh Best
The Osage Indian tribe has the
!ast laugh on the white man. Dur-
ing the 19th century, the Osage
were forced and "bargained" out
of Arkansas, Missouri, and Kan-
sas, retaining only the rocky hills
of northern Oklahoma out of their
; once great domain.
; Then came oil, black gold gush-
ing from the Osage hills. Once
1 worth 70 cents an acre, this land
; has since produced 273 million
i dollars in gas and oil—more than
| $120,000 in cash revenue for each
: Osage Indian.
If you were to say the first bugle
call of the day in the Army is
"Reveille"—you'd be wrong. It's
"First Call." But you probably
; know what cigarette gets first call
i with Army men—it's Camel. And
Camel is the favorite with men in
all branches of the service—Navy,
Marines, Coast Guard, too. (Based
on actual sales records from serv-
ice men's stores.) And though
| there are Post Office restrictions
on packages to overseas Army
men, you can still send Camels
to soldiers in the U. S., and to
j men in the Navy, Marines, and
Coast Guard wherever they are.
—Adv.
momi
Tennyson—1943
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