The Giddings Star (Giddings, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, April 10, 1942 Page: 3 of 8
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THE GIDDINGS STAR
BASEBALL SEASON
OPENS IN HOUSTON
TUESDAY, APRIL 14
Houston, Texas.—All plans for
the opening of the Texas League
baseball season in Houston at 8
p. m. Tuesday, April 14, have been
completed by the Buff Booster
Committee. There will be no speech
making, but there will be a general
patriotic program of short dura-
tion. President Roosevelt has given
the go-ahead signal for baseball
and indications are that clubs
throughout the nation will carry
out the wishes expressed in his let-
ter to the Baseball Commissioner,
when he said:
"I honestly feel that it would be
best for the country to keep
baseball going. There will be
fewer people unemployed and
everybody will be working
longer hours and harder than
ever before. And that means
that they ought to have a
chance for recreation and for
taking their minds off their
work even more than before."
Several bands will participate as
well as a detail from Ellington
Field, which will assist in a flag
raising ceremony. One feature will
be a blackout demonstration at
some unannounced time during the
game. All Soldiers, Sailors and
Marines in uniform will be admit-
ted to the game free of charge.
The Buffs will play Beaumont, a
team that always has a hustling
club. The Houston club will pre-
sent a team made up mostly of new
players who have made fine records
with other clubs in the St. Louis
Cardinal organization. Neither
Manager Clay Hoppe, nor Manager
Steve O’Neill have indicated their
selection of starting pitchers.
Mayor Pickett of Houston has
extended an invitation to the may-
ors of surrounding towns to be his
guest at the game and at a barbe-
cue to be given prior to the game
beginning at 6 p. m.
New Magic Water Cuts
Thyroid Without Pain
NEW YORK.—Science has a new,
magic drink of water which does
an internal surgical operation, com-
plete. bloodless, painless, harmless.
The drink is ordinary water con-
taining radio-active iodine. The
taste is natural.
The operation is done by the
iodine rays on the thyroid glands.
A survey showed this iodine in use
at the University of California and
at the Massachusetts Institute of
Technology, where it is produced by
cyclotrons. Radlo-ectlve iodine
which emits rays like those of ra-
dium, is not known in nature—it
must be made artificially.
When a person drinks water con-
taining this kind of iodine, scientists
can tell exactly where it goes by
listening to the chattering sound
made by the rays in an electrical
pickup. It goes almost entirely to
the thyroid gland, 5,000 times as
much concentrating there as in any
other tissue. Thus concentrated,
these rays do exactly the some sort
of surgical removal as radium or
X-rays. They can dissolve part or
all of a thyroid gland.
Drunk Pays Fine With
Cash of Fellow Prisoner
ROCHESTER, N. H.—Larceny in
a police cell . . .
Two drunks were placed in ad-
joining cells — but the padlocks
weren’t snapped.
On recovering first, one paid a
$10 fine and calmly walked out The
other later complained vigorously
that his billfold containing $80 was
missing.
Policemen began a search for the
first drunk and soon found him.
Two $20 bills and one $10 bill were
secreted in the lining of the waist*
band of his trousers.
He was booked for larceny.
So Recruit Keeps Date
With Pretty Redhead
NEW YORK. — When Richard
Brennan, 17-year-old Brooklyn youth,
makes a date with a pretty redhead
he intends to keep it—war or no
war.
Brennan volunteered at the navy
recruiting service, was accepted
and ordered to report the following
day (Saturday) for active service.
"But I have a date with a beauti-
ful redhead Saturday night," he pro-
tested to the recruiting officer.
“The Japs aren't going to wait
for you, countered the recruiting
officer.
"Neither will this gal,” said Bren-
nan.
"That's a good argument’s er
marked the recruiting officer.
Brennan and the strawberry
blonde kept their Saturday night
date.
Steals Doctor’s Tiress >
And Incloses Payment
PITTSBURGH—A local physician
has discovered that there is such a
person as an "honest tire thief.
Returning to his parked car re-
cently, the doctor found the wheels
jacked up and all tires missing. On
the seat was an envelope containing
some money and the following note:
"Dear doctor—Enclosed find $40.
I have taken the tires off your car.
You can buy them easier than I
can.—A Friend."
SHE LOVED-SP
by SYLVIA TAYLOR
TUB STORY SO FAR. Joan Leland
accepts a secretarial position In n night
club and falls In love with the handsome
proprietor, Karl Miller. Her sister, Syb.
II, suspects Karl's motives snd Is not
mollified when he also gets her s new
position. Paul Sherman, club manager,
warns Joan about Karl but she defends
him to both Paul and Sybil. Delivering
a mysterious message for Karl to a
tramp steamer, she finds Paul secreUy
following her. He rescues her from Eric
Strom, Karl's partner, when Eric tries to
kiss her. Karl shoots and kills Eric in
Juan's presence, and threatens to blame
her if she calls the police. He admits
he is German, and part of a spy ring. To
her surprise, Paul backs him up. At her
home that night, Paul enters through tbs
window and reveals himself as Paul
O’Malley of the FBI. Knowing her finger-
prints were on the gun Karl made her
pick up, he had to side with him tempo-
rarily, he explained, as this work was
mors important than their lives. Joan Is
sickened by the revelation that Karl also
has a wife in Germany. Sybil disappears.
Now continue with Use story.
CHAPTER X
One-thirty and still Sybil had not
come home. What had she meant
by that note saying “something ter-
rible had happened?”
"She never trusted Karl.” Joan
spoke fearfully.
Paul was looking out of the win-
dow. "He’s not there now. What-
ever happened to Sybil had nothing
to do with Karl personally. He
hasn't been out of sight all eve-
ning. Of course there are plenty
of others working with him.”
"Karl said that everyone at the
Club Elite was involved. Is that
true?”
"I'm afraid so. Karl is too clever
to take any chances.”
"But what does he actually do?”
Paul thrust his hands into his
pockets and stared at the fire. "I’m
not sure of all his activities and I
have no proof, but he is suspected
of transferring plans of bombing
planes and munition plants to other
foreign agents. He’s working with
someone else, of course.”
"Remember that freighter Karl
took me to and later sent me to with
a package?”
“Maybe establishing refueling
bases for submarines.”
“Not here!" Joan cried.
“No. Probably in the South At-
lantic. I don't know yet.”
Joan sighed. “I always wanted
adventure but I certainly didn’t ex-
pect it to take this form.”
"I’m sorry you got in so deep.”
Paul told her very seriously.
"It’s my own fault. You tried
to warn me, so did Sybil . .
Their eyes met. Two o’clock and
Sybil was still out.
"I’m going,” Paul said, rising,
“and you'd better get some sleep.
I’ll be by for you at one-thirty.
Karl's orders, you know.” He smiled
grimly. “It’s fortunate for both
of us.”
“I’m not going to bed until Syb
comes,” Joan insisted.
“Oh, yes you are! You need your
sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a
tough day. You’ve got to be click-
ing on all cylinders. Both our lives
are at stake. You can’t afford to
make a slip. If Karl ever finds out,
we’ll end up just like Eric.”
"Don’t say that! Oh Paul, I’ve
been such a fool. I loved him . . ,”
He patted her shoulder. "We all
make mistakes,” he said comfort-
ingly.
When he had gone she tried to
obey his instructions. She went to
bed and tried to sleep. But the
grandfather's clock had chimed
three, then three-thirty before she
slept, a fitful doze. It was a little
after six when she awoke.
"Sybil!" she called hysterically,
but there was no reply. Her sister’s
bed was untouched.
Joan got up, shivering in the cold
of the December morning. She went
into the kitchen and made a pot of
coffee. What had happened to Sybil?’
"I’ve got to keep my head,” she
thought desperately, pouring the
coffee with shaking hands. "But I
feel so helpless.”
At one-thirty Paul arrived and
took Joan to the Club Elite.
“Now remember,” he said as he
parked the car, "we’re not friends.
Ignore me. And watch your step."
“I’ll do my best,” Joan said grim-
ly.
But it was not easy to walk into
this office, to see Karl sitting at
his desk with the familiar red car-
nation in his buttonhole, the same
smile that had once endeared him
to her. With shaking hands she re-
moved her hat and coat and sat
down at her desk.
“Paul tells me you have decided
to be sensible,” Karl commented.
“What else can I do?” She paused
for a moment, then burst out, “What
have you done to my sister?”
Karl regarded her with apparent
surprise. "Sister? What do you
mean?”
“She didn’t come home all night.”
Karl Miller shrugged and smiled.
“What makes you think I had any-
thing to do with it? 1 have no inter-
est in your sister."
"You know what I mean . . .”
“Let us get on with our work,”
Karl said. Joan managed to con-
trol her resentment, and obeyed.
The afternoon finally dragged to
a conclusion. At six Paul Sherman
appeared and he and Karl had a
short conversation in German, after
which Karl left.
"I'm taking you to dinner,” Paul
said, “Karl's orders.”
1
w Joan laid the dazzling emerald before Karl without speaking and
Karl put it in his pocket as if it had been a slip of paper.
Without a word Joan got her coat
and they left the club.
Safe in a small restaurant, she
asked, “What about Sybil? Have
you heard anything?”
“Not a word. And I can’t ask
Karl. It’s too much of a chance.”
“But we have to do something,”
Joan pleaded.
“Wait until tomorrow and see
what happens.”
Paul smiled grimly. “It amuses
me the way Karl trusts me. Even
the most clever criminals make one
fatal mistake. This is his.”
“You really think he trusts you
now?”
“Yes. And since he does, he is
sure to reveal something.”
“And all this trouble started be-
cause I wouldn't take Sybil's ad-
vice."
As Joan picked up her purse she
remembered the ring Karl had giv-
en her. It was in its velvet box in
her purse where she had placed it
this morning. She had completely
forgotten to return it. Karl did not
seem to care particularly whether
she did or not.
"It’s probably stolen anyway,”
Joan thought bitterly as Paul took
her back to the club.
Joan laid the dazzling emerald be-
fore Karl without speaking and Karl
put it in his pocket as if it had been
a slip of paper.
Joan-wanted to scream, to pour
out her anger. But she suspected
that it would only amuse him.
Karl actually seemed to think that
she would return to their former re-
lationship. "You loved me yester-
day,” he reminded her. "What is
so different?”
"You can force me to work for
you-that’s all!” Joan told him, her
green eyes blazing. Had she ever
loved this cruel, conceited man?
An hour later Paul Sherman ap-
peared again and said something to
Karl in his own language. Joan
noticed that Paul did not look at her,
but she felt a personal importance in
those guttural words even though
she could not understand them.
Karl smiled as he turned to her
but there was warning in his eyes.
"There are two officers here to
see you, Joan. I believe they have
news of your sister.”
"The police!” In an instant Joan
was on her feet.
“Something about Sybil,” Karl re-
peated calmly, but his eyes warned
her not to make a false move.
Joan risked a glance at Paul. It
seemed to her that he shook his
head ever so slightly. He was try-
ing to tell her not to take any
chances.
“All right," Karl snapped. “Show
them in.”
Paul disappeared.
When the door opened as he left,
Joan could hear the music and
laughter from the front of the club.
Christmas gayety! How could these
people laugh and be merry? How
could they be so unaware of the
drama that went on in that back
office?
"Watch your step,” Karl advised.
“If you say anything, you will be
the loser, I warn you. I will not
hesitate to use all the cards I hold.
Shall we put it that way?”
Her green eyes filled with tears.
“Don't worry! Sybil is all I’m think-
ing about now.”
Paul returned with two officers.
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Miller."
“Not at all,” Karl replied gra-
ciously.
"Tell me," Joan cried, "is it some-
thing about my sister? What's hap-
pened to her?"
"We’re not sure it’s your sister.
Miss Leland. We want you to come
down to headquarters and identify
the clothes.”
“Clothes? You mean . . oh, no!".
Her voice rose to a scream.
"Take it easy now,” the officer
advised. "We’re not sure."
"Tell me," Joan begged. "Where
did you find them?”
“A woman's garments were found
on the Golden Gate Bridge—a coat,
shoes and a handbag with a letter
addressed to your sister. Apparent-
ly it was suicide.”
"Suicide? Sybil would never do s
thing like that!”
“Maybe she didn't. Maybe she
just wants you to think so. But
we called up her employer, Mrs.
Murdock, and she said she hadn't
shown up for work.”
Joan’s eyes were upon Karl. “You
had something to do with this,” her
eyes accused.
For one moment she was tempted
to pour out the whole story of the
spy ring, to scream her accusations,
but Paul was at her side now, grasp-
ing her firmly by the arm, and the
pressure told her to be silent.
Karl was saying, “I’m terribly
sorry, Joan. You may go with the
officers. Paul will go with you and
see that you get home safely.”
“Thanks!” Joan flung the’ word
into his expressionless face.
All the way to headquarters Joan
prayed that all this might be a mis-
take—that those clothes found on
the Golden Gate Bridge were not
Sybil's. It could not be Sybil! Her
sister had said she would “be back
soon." Was that indicative of sui-
cide? But when she was faced with
the coat, shoes and handbag she
knew there was no mistake.
"Yes. These are my sister’s,"
she told them tonelessly.
There was a sympathetic silence
as an officer removed the clothes
and letter.
"Do you know of any reason why
your sister should have done this?”
"No.” Joan wanted to cry but
the tears would not come. A great
pain welled up inside her. Sybil!
Sybil was all she had in the world!
She felt the floor swaying beneath
her. She clung to the table.
"Poor kid!” Paul was saying as
he helped her into a chair. Some-
one else brought a glass of water.
“It’s almost impossible to recov-
er a body from that part of the
bay," one of the men was saying.
“Of course we’ll do all we can but
the tide is so strong . . .”
“Stop it!" Joan screamed. “I tell
you my sister didn't kill herself!
I know she didn't!” She was speak-
ing incoherently now.
The officers leaned closer. “Just
what do you mean, Miss Leland?"
Paul came to the rescue. “Miss
Leland is hysterical. It’s only nat-
ural. This has been a terrible shock,
of course. Probably a good night's
sleep will fix her up. Why not let
me take her home? She’s had
enough for one night.”
“Sure,” the officer said sympa-
thetically. “Go ahead.”
Paul led the trembling figure down
the cold marble hall and into the
street. Joan could not have stood
without his support.
“Why didn't you let me tell
them?” She asked over and over.
"Paul, you know Karl had some-
thing to do with this.”
“We can't prove it," he reminded
her kindly. “Our only chance to
convict Karl of this, or anything
else, is to be seemingly unsuspi-
cious.”
They were driving home now,
through the wet streets of San Fran-
cisco. Wreaths shone from the win-
dows of homes and apartments.
Small Christmas trees sparkled.
Next week—Christmas.
“Oh, Paul, I can't stand it!”
“Listen, honey,” he said tenderly,
“I.don't think Sybil committed sui-
cide.”
“Then you think Karl is behind
it?"
“I wouldn't be surprised."
“But where is Sybil? Has he . . .?”
“As a matter of fact," Paul said
thoughtfully. "I think Sybil is alive.
Now this is pure theory, understand,
but 1 think Karl is trying to put a
scare into you. He’s probably tak-
en Sybil away somewhere, but 1
don't think he’s really harmed her.
He doesn't want to take that much
of a chance. He wants her as a
hostage."
"You mean,” Joan said slowly,
"that Karl will someday tell me that
Sybil is alive and threaten her life
if I don't do as he asks?"
"That’s the way 1 have it figured.”
“As long as Sybil is alive, that's
all that matters. Surely we can
find out if we go on with Karl and
he isn't suspicious."
"Good girl,” Paul approved aa
they drove up before her apartment.
"If we work together, I think we
can beat Karl Miller at hie own
game. He's bound to make a slip
and when he does we'll have all the
evidence, not only about Sybil but
his other activities. You'll stick it
out, Joan?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Lucy Talked Of, but How!
Before the court on wife-brought
charges of desertion and non-
support, Mose Brown meekly ad-
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lady talked too much.
“That's no excuse for desertion,
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“Yassuh, Jedge. I knows it
do. Only Lucy she never stop
talkin’. She keep it up stiddy.
mo’nin’, noon and night, till I cain’t
stan’ it no mo’.”
“She does? What does she talk
about?” inquired the court.
“Jedge, suh,” Moses said, “she
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