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<text top="12" left="80" width="45" height="12" font="0"><b>FLOOD</b></text>
<text top="-3" left="710" width="24" height="17" font="1"><b>—n</b></text>
<text top="21" left="595" width="55" height="10" font="2"><i><b>&lt;3 a/ /</b></i></text>
<text top="152" left="80" width="552" height="12" font="0"><b>picture -- a big bus crammed with passengers caught in the</b> </text>
<text top="199" left="81" width="595" height="12" font="0"><b>swirling waters* Terrific rain storms in the upner Rio Grande</b> </text>
<text top="245" left="79" width="596" height="12" font="0"><b>Valley. A deluge overwhelming the countryside. Near Wilcox,</b> </text>
<text top="291" left="79" width="598" height="12" font="0"><b>Arizona, a bus was bumping along, the heavens teeming, the road</b> </text>
<text top="337" left="79" width="606" height="12" font="0"><b>underwater. Ahead the driver could see that the flood was deep</b> </text>
<text top="383" left="80" width="569" height="12" font="0"><b>in a railroad cut. He stopped his bus on high ground, on a</b> </text>
<text top="429" left="79" width="549" height="12" font="0"><b>hillside, waiting for the water further down to drain away.</b></text>
<text top="475" left="152" width="514" height="12" font="0"><b>Suddenly there was a terrific roar, and a deluge swept</b> </text>
<text top="521" left="79" width="136" height="12" font="0"><b>down the hill. </b></text>
<text top="521" left="233" width="409" height="12" font="0"><b>Something had broken loose further up. The</b></text>
<text top="567" left="79" width="548" height="12" font="0"><b>raging torrent engulfed the bus^ Twenty-eight passengers,</b></text>
<text top="613" left="78" width="625" height="12" font="0"><b>They fought their way out, all except two sisters who were trapped</b> </text>
<text top="659" left="79" width="596" height="12" font="0"><b>inside and drowned. Some tried to battle through the water to</b> </text>
<text top="705" left="78" width="588" height="12" font="0"><b>higher ground. Three of these were swept away and lost. The</b></text>
<text top="752" left="78" width="542" height="12" font="0"><b>other^clambered on top of the bus, and were safe stayed</b></text>
<text top="802" left="78" width="236" height="12" font="0"><b>until the water subsided.</b></text>
<text top="849" left="152" width="96" height="12" font="0"><b>The floods</b></text>
<text top="840" left="260" width="425" height="12" font="0"><b>have brought danger and damage for many a mile</b></text>
<text top="895" left="78" width="254" height="12" font="0"><b>along the Upper Rio Grande.</b></text>
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<text top="91" left="185" width="487" height="14" font="3">The -ark Horse won - that is, if you can have a dark </text>
<text top="136" left="96" width="447" height="14" font="3">:0rse in an air race. Benny Howard 0f Chicago. </text>
<text top="136" left="544" width="127" height="14" font="0"><b>Hever </b>heard of </text>
<text top="180" left="93" width="576" height="14" font="3">hiffl? He's known well, enough in the world of planes and pilots, </text>
<text top="225" left="93" width="577" height="14" font="3">but net anywhere else. He flies transports regularly. And, he </text>
<text top="270" left="92" width="586" height="14" font="3">designs his own planes. He was the first to land, swooping onto </text>
<text top="314" left="93" width="580" height="14" font="3">the Cleveland Air Field after a blazing flight from Los Angeles,</text>
<text top="359" left="91" width="552" height="14" font="3">But that didn’t necessarily make him the winner, because the </text>
<text top="403" left="90" width="422" height="14" font="3">various planes had started at different times.</text>
<text top="448" left="183" width="481" height="14" font="3">Boscoe Turner came in next. Maybe he was the winner?</text>
<text top="493" left="90" width="544" height="14" font="3">Yes, it took some tall calculation to figure it out. Benny </text>
<text top="538" left="89" width="543" height="14" font="3">Howard made the long flight in eight hours and thirty-three </text>
<text top="582" left="89" width="535" height="14" font="3">minutes. That put him twenty-three second ahead of Roscoe </text>
<text top="627" left="90" width="616" height="14" font="3">Turner -- showing how close it was. A regular neck-and neck finish.</text>
<text top="671" left="180" width="469" height="14" font="3">When the winner was declared, the two ladies in tne </text>
<text top="716" left="89" width="560" height="14" font="3">race hadn’t shown up. Amelia Farhart and Jacqueline ^ochrane </text>
<text top="764" left="90" width="116" height="14" font="3">still flying.</text>
<text top="805" left="181" width="473" height="14" font="3">There was tragic disaster at the very take-off. One</text>
<text top="850" left="89" width="177" height="14" font="3">after ail other the ±</text>
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<text top="850" left="286" width="396" height="14" font="3"> nine planes hurley themselves into the air. </text>
<text top="882" left="87" width="396" height="14" font="3">The last one was Cecil Allen, Trans-Pacific</text>
<text top="896" left="88" width="573" height="14" font="3">ing in a new type of ultramodern speedster. A plane like bi.r</text>
<text top="913" left="86" width="37" height="14" font="0"><b>with</b></text>
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<text top="109" left="90" width="207" height="14" font="3">wings, a flying bullet.</text>
<text top="114" left="328" width="233" height="14" font="3">He disap-eared in the east</text>
<text top="119" left="581" width="77" height="14" font="3">seemed to</text>
<text top="159" left="90" width="598" height="14" font="3">be going all right. A few minutes later word came - crashed and </text>
<text top="202" left="89" width="57" height="14" font="3">killed.</text>
<text top="248" left="160" width="518" height="14" font="3">During the day, reports came thick and fast. Two racers </text>
<text top="293" left="89" width="555" height="14" font="3">landed in rapid succession at Wichita, Kansas -- within a few </text>
<text top="338" left="88" width="564" height="14" font="3">minutes of each other, Roscoe Turner and Royal Leonard, Eoscoe </text>
<text top="383" left="89" width="562" height="14" font="3">took on one hundred and fifty-six gallons of gasoline and five </text>
<text top="429" left="89" width="132" height="14" font="3">gallons of oil.</text>
<text top="473" left="159" width="475" height="14" font="3">The yearly story of daredevil speed adventure in the </text>
<text top="518" left="88" width="593" height="14" font="3">Bendix Trophy race from Los Angles to Cleveland -- flashing swift-</text>
<text top="549" left="180" width="26" height="12" font="5"><i><b>tff-</b></i></text>
<text top="565" left="88" width="204" height="14" font="3">ness. £&amp; sa prologue to </text>
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<text top="563" left="301" width="212" height="14" font="3">the Cleveland Air Races.</text>
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<text top="27" left="91" width="50" height="13" font="6">BAJNDIT</text>
<text top="123" left="176" width="525" height="13" font="6">A telephone call buzzed today at the Kew York headquarters </text>
<text top="168" left="89" width="609" height="13" font="6">of the Q-men. And there was an instant flare of aotiyity. Alvia</text>
<text top="212" left="89" width="594" height="13" font="6">Karpis^the^last of the big shot public enemies!— that’s what the </text>
<text top="257" left="89" width="209" height="13" font="6">telephone call said. </text>
<text top="259" left="298" width="9" height="10" font="9">a</text>
<text top="257" left="307" width="384" height="13" font="6"> car with an Oklahoma license had driven up </text>
<text top="302" left="89" width="585" height="13" font="6">to an apartment house on East Twenty-Second Street -- in it a man </text>
<text top="347" left="87" width="604" height="13" font="6">whom they thought was Karpis. He ha&lt;2 gone into the house, and now </text>
<text top="391" left="87" width="252" height="13" font="6">was in one of theapartments.</text>
<text top="437" left="173" width="489" height="13" font="6">So there was a swift dash of G-men and city detectives </text>
<text top="482" left="86" width="618" height="13" font="6">to East Twenty-Second Street. They had their submachine guns ready, </text>
<text top="528" left="86" width="242" height="13" font="6">ready for the public enemy.</text>
<text top="573" left="172" width="506" height="13" font="6">They found the man with the Oklahoma license had gone to </text>
<text top="618" left="85" width="602" height="13" font="6">an apartment on the fifth floor* Did the G-men and the detectives </text>
<text top="663" left="84" width="585" height="13" font="6">hurry upstairs and go busting in? They did not. Brains is the </text>
<text top="708" left="84" width="609" height="13" font="6">better part of rashness, with so desperate a killer as Alvin Karpis, </text>
<text top="753" left="83" width="582" height="13" font="6">known as &#34;Old Creepy,” A push at a door where he is would bring</text>
<text top="800" left="83" width="439" height="13" font="6">a stream of machine gun bullets crashing through.</text>
<text top="842" left="170" width="521" height="13" font="6">So they used brains. They noticed it had started to rain</text>
<text top="890" left="82" width="533" height="13" font="6">and that the Oklahoma car had its top down* So it was pla </text>
<text top="936" left="81" width="417" height="13" font="6">and smart to flash a telephone call up to the </text>
<text top="935" left="499" width="68" height="14" font="3">apartmen</text>
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<text top="18" left="80" width="51" height="13" font="10"><b>BANDIT</b></text>
<text top="22" left="140" width="9" height="5" font="11">- </text>
<text top="16" left="150" width="7" height="12" font="12"><i>2</i></text>
<text top="110" left="82" width="621" height="11" font="13"><b>«it'3 raining, you'd better put up the top of your car.&#34; it worked,</b> </text>
<text top="156" left="81" width="66" height="11" font="13"><b>but how?</b></text>
<text top="199" left="168" width="478" height="11" font="13"><b>The supposed Karpis came down ail right — G-men and</b> </text>
<text top="245" left="82" width="607" height="11" font="13"><b>detectives with machine guns ready to receive him. But he turned</b> </text>
<text top="290" left="82" width="581" height="11" font="13"><b>out to be nothing but a humdrum, inoffensive Oklahoman on a trip</b> </text>
<text top="338" left="83" width="100" height="11" font="13"><b>to New York.</b></text>
<text top="380" left="170" width="528" height="11" font="13"><b>Just a few faces exceedingly red. But it's an instructive</b></text>
<text top="427" left="84" width="379" height="11" font="13"><b>indication of how unceasing the manhunt is</b></text>
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<text top="24" left="89" width="87" height="11" font="14"><b>wasKii'.ayoi.</b></text>
<text top="74" left="177" width="500" height="11" font="13"><b>&#34;her, sre plenty of ceremonlee in the \7hite House these</b> </text>
<text top="117" left="89" width="52" height="11" font="13"><b>days, </b></text>
<text top="118" left="141" width="45" height="10" font="15"><i>&amp;ft 'r</i></text>
<text top="117" left="187" width="456" height="11" font="6"> all <b>‘-^ose </b>oil] <b>a Congress passed in its ru*h to get</b></text>
<text top="163" left="89" width="581" height="11" font="13"><b>home. hills for the President to sign, and there is commonly a</b> </text>
<text top="208" left="90" width="560" height="11" font="13"><b>bit of ritual at the Waite House when he puts pen to paper and</b> </text>
<text top="252" left="91" width="403" height="11" font="13"><b>inscribes the monher that makes a bill a law.</b></text>
<text top="297" left="177" width="459" height="11" font="13"><b>moday it was the Guffey Coal Bill, which creates a</b> </text>
<text top="343" left="91" width="587" height="11" font="13"><b>little H.R.A. in the coal industry, regulating working conditions</b> </text>
<text top="388" left="90" width="520" height="11" font="13"><b>The Sponsors of the bill were 'there&#34;, together with sundry</b> </text>
<text top="433" left="90" width="196" height="11" font="13"><b>distinguished guests. </b></text>
<text top="433" left="305" width="351" height="11" font="13"><b>And among those present were a battalion</b></text>
<text top="478" left="91" width="576" height="11" font="13"><b>of cameramen, newspaper and newsreel. When everything was set,</b> </text>
<text top="523" left="91" width="494" height="11" font="13"><b>the President’s signature made the coal-field if, R. A, </b></text>
<text top="522" left="585" width="18" height="13" font="10"><b>a </b></text>
<text top="523" left="603" width="59" height="11" font="13"><b>law of</b> </text>
<text top="569" left="91" width="75" height="11" font="13"><b>the land.</b></text>
<text top="614" left="180" width="462" height="11" font="13"><b>3o that ends that - except for one slight question.</b> </text>
<text top="658" left="92" width="577" height="11" font="13"><b>&#34;What will the Supreme Court do about it?&#34; The President hopes</b> </text>
<text top="705" left="90" width="456" height="11" font="13"><b>that the high justices will uphold the Guffey Bill.</b></text>
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<text top="12" left="95" width="70" height="11" font="6">ETHIOPIA</text>
<text top="106" left="164" width="461" height="11" font="6">in London - cash contributions pouring in to help </text>
<text top="153" left="93" width="563" height="11" font="6">Ethiopia. The Abyssinian Legation put out a sign that reads: </text>
<text top="198" left="94" width="547" height="11" font="6">-Donations for the Ethiopian cause are gratefully received.&#34;</text>
<text top="244" left="92" width="592" height="11" font="6">And in response gifts are pouring in, all the way from a shilling </text>
<text top="286" left="92" width="178" height="11" font="6">to five pounds each.</text>
<text top="335" left="161" width="538" height="11" font="6">The British Cabinet is going to delay a bit, pending a full </text>
<text top="380" left="92" width="617" height="11" font="6">study of the American neutrality law. London hoped for the support </text>
<text top="425" left="90" width="599" height="11" font="6">of Vmshington in holding Italy back, but if the Americans are com- </text>
<text top="470" left="89" width="592" height="11" font="6">mitted to all-around neutrality, wfee London won’t get much help, in</text>
<text top="480" left="393" width="9" height="11" font="14"><b>A</b></text>
<text top="516" left="89" width="363" height="11" font="6">applying economic pressure — sanctions.</text>
<text top="561" left="159" width="539" height="11" font="6">In Astrfcshyge -- the cabinet today voted nNo Sanctions&#34;. The</text>
<text top="606" left="88" width="567" height="11" font="6">ministers are instructing their Australian High Commissioner in</text>
<text top="652" left="89" width="575" height="11" font="6">London to back up the British Government in trying to keep Italy</text>
<text top="697" left="88" width="556" height="11" font="6">from <b>going to </b>war, but -- no <b>sanctions. Australia is against</b></text>
<text top="725" left="497" width="17" height="11" font="6">be</text>
<text top="743" left="87" width="583" height="11" font="6">England’s taking economic measures that would^likely to draw the </text>
<text top="792" left="87" width="140" height="11" font="6">empire into war.</text>
<text top="833" left="156" width="531" height="11" font="6">Addis Ababa - the <b>Emperor Haile Selassie calls </b>his people </text>
<text top="879" left="86" width="584" height="11" font="6">to rally <b>to the defense of </b>their <b>country. </b>In his <b>own newspaper</b> </text>
<text top="925" left="86" width="514" height="11" font="13"><b>the </b>King <b>of </b>Kings issued a <b>heartening declaration, sayi g</b></text>
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<text top="17" left="100" width="96" height="12" font="0"><b>ETHIOPIA -2</b></text>
<text top="108" left="99" width="478" height="13" font="16">pla„es can't destroy the country^aQks can.t cUmb a</text>
<text top="156" left="169" width="28" height="12" font="0"><b>in </b></text>
<text top="155" left="197" width="177" height="13" font="16">the Mediterranean, </text>
<text top="156" left="374" width="315" height="12" font="0"><b>Italian submarlnes are getting ^</b></text>
<text top="201" left="100" width="49" height="12" font="0"><b>sixty </b></text>
<text top="200" left="149" width="177" height="13" font="16">of them ordered to </text>
<text top="201" left="327" width="134" height="12" font="0"><b>be in snic end </b></text>
<text top="201" left="507" width="16" height="12" font="0"><b>^ </b></text>
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<text top="208" left="383" width="244" height="12" font="0"><b>t»pic and span trim for naval</b></text>
<text top="246" left="97" width="94" height="11" font="13"><b>manoeuvres.</b></text>
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<text top="74" left="103" width="33" height="34" font="17"><i>0 I</i></text>
<text top="112" left="166" width="521" height="11" font="13"><b>Today soldiers liste d to the whistle of bullets and the</b> </text>
<text top="157" left="96" width="548" height="11" font="13"><b>striek and burst of shell. Bullets passing Just over their</b> </text>
<text top="202" left="95" width="565" height="11" font="13"><b>heads, shells bursting Just behind them. it was a sham battle</b></text>
<text top="245" left="95" width="84" height="11" font="13"><b>war games.</b></text>
<text top="294" left="163" width="513" height="11" font="13"><b>Mussolint^determined to make those big manoeuvres on the</b> </text>
<text top="339" left="94" width="600" height="11" font="13"><b>Alpine front just as like real war as is possible, without killing</b> </text>
<text top="384" left="94" width="556" height="11" font="13"><b>anybody. The racket and pandemonium of rifles, machine guns</b> </text>
<text top="430" left="93" width="573" height="11" font="13"><b>and cannon firing blanks — not realistic enough. The Italian</b> </text>
<text top="475" left="93" width="590" height="11" font="13"><b>leaders decided to get their soldiers used to the close proximity</b> </text>
<text top="521" left="92" width="590" height="11" font="13"><b>of the deadly hail of missiles in modern warfare. It would help</b> </text>
<text top="566" left="93" width="588" height="11" font="13"><b>to keep them from getting panicky when the real thing came along,</b> </text>
<text top="611" left="92" width="556" height="11" font="13"><b>that funny feeling in the pit of the stomach that comes to men</b></text>
<text top="659" left="91" width="236" height="11" font="13"><b>under fire the first time.</b></text>
<text top="700" left="237" width="95" height="11" font="13"><b>So today, </b></text>
<text top="700" left="332" width="125" height="12" font="0"><b>in the Alpine </b></text>
<text top="700" left="457" width="225" height="11" font="13"><b>war games, waves of troops</b></text>
<text top="748" left="90" width="547" height="11" font="13"><b>advanced in the face of real shot and shell, actual *± rifle</b> </text>
<text top="792" left="90" width="582" height="11" font="13"><b>fire. Bullets streaming from machine guns, cannon pounding away</b> </text>
<text top="837" left="89" width="583" height="11" font="13"><b>with shattering high explosives. The fire was directed over the</b> </text>
<text top="882" left="88" width="264" height="11" font="13"><b>heads of the advancing line. </b></text>
<text top="882" left="429" width="252" height="11" font="13"><b>Riflemen, icachine-gunners and</b></text>
<text top="930" left="88" width="548" height="11" font="13"><b>artillerymen took careful aim to come close to the men in the</b></text>
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<text top="24" left="94" width="69" height="14" font="3">ITALY -2</text>
<text top="129" left="103" width="458" height="14" font="3">attack, as close as possible, without hitting them.</text>
<text top="176" left="165" width="477" height="14" font="3">It certainly was a complete novelty in great military</text>
<text top="220" left="94" width="523" height="14" font="3">manoeuvres. And it must have been flaming excitement. </text>
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<text top="220" left="625" width="33" height="14" font="3"> bit</text>
<text top="251" left="406" width="70" height="14" font="3">bursting</text>
<text top="265" left="96" width="547" height="14" font="3">of bad aim, stray bullets, shellin the wrong place, </text>
<text top="311" left="96" width="545" height="14" font="3">and somebody would get killed. The news doesn’t say whether</text>
<text top="356" left="96" width="317" height="14" font="3">anything like that happened. ^</text>
<text top="381" left="95" width="43" height="14" font="0"><b>-Wn.</b></text>
<text top="401" left="165" width="467" height="14" font="3">A new blazing bit of drama to show how dealy earnest</text>
<text top="448" left="96" width="328" height="14" font="3">Mussolini and his modern legions are</text>
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<text top="25" left="81" width="60" height="14" font="0"><b>vrEDDING</b></text>
<text top="72" left="170" width="462" height="14" font="3">There's a royal wedding coming, which may turn into </text>
<text top="114" left="82" width="513" height="14" font="3">high drama. It's the wedding of Don jua^ the Prince <i>Qf</i></text>
<text top="163" left="83" width="592" height="14" font="3">Asturias, <i>tow</i> and Princess Maria de la Esperanza, to be solemnized </text>
<text top="207" left="83" width="542" height="14" font="3">at Home in October. -he Prince of Asturias, son of ex-King </text>
<text top="252" left="83" width="575" height="14" font="3">Alfonso, is &#34;he former Crown Prince of Spain. They say Alfonso </text>
<text top="298" left="83" width="558" height="14" font="3">may take the occasion of the wedding to .renounce his claims to </text>
<text top="342" left="84" width="524" height="14" font="3">the Spanish throne, and pass them on to his son. Spanish </text>
<text top="387" left="83" width="492" height="14" font="3">Royalists are urging Alfonso to make this renunciation.</text>
<text top="433" left="170" width="488" height="14" font="3">What difference would it all make? That's the crux of </text>
<text top="478" left="84" width="581" height="14" font="3">the whole matter. They say the ex-King has just made a visit to </text>
<text top="524" left="84" width="575" height="14" font="3">the eighty-seven year old Don Carlos. Who is ^on Carlos? Back </text>
<text top="569" left="84" width="567" height="14" font="3">in the last century, there was a dispute over the Spanish crown.</text>
<text top="614" left="83" width="560" height="14" font="3">One branch <i>of</i> the iroyal family won out. The other was beaten.</text>
<text top="659" left="83" width="548" height="14" font="3">The defeated party was called the CarXists, The present Don </text>
<text top="704" left="82" width="566" height="14" font="3">Carlos is the heir to the Carlist' claim, a claim that still has </text>
<text top="750" left="83" width="565" height="14" font="3">supporters in Spain and divides the Spanish Royalists, So now </text>
<text top="796" left="82" width="551" height="14" font="3">the supposition is that King Alfonso, has madd peace with him.</text>
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<text top="842" left="629" width="50" height="12" font="19">should </text>
<text top="887" left="122" width="504" height="14" font="3">up their claims and pass them to Alfonso's heir, thereby</text>
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<text top="49" left="83" width="47" height="14" font="3">'.TSDSII</text>
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<text top="92" left="83" width="72" height="15" font="16">uniting </text>
<text top="92" left="155" width="446" height="14" font="3">the Spanish loyalists in support of the Prince of </text>
<text top="140" left="85" width="76" height="14" font="3">Asturias.</text>
<text top="182" left="173" width="354" height="14" font="3">These are the surmises and rumn-r-^ +</text>
<text top="184" left="424" width="191" height="14" font="3">rumors, that paint the</text>
<text top="229" left="87" width="516" height="14" font="3">picture of a dramatic denunciation of royal rights at the </text>
<text top="274" left="88" width="254" height="14" font="3">forthcoming wedding in Rome.</text>
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<text top="23" left="93" width="53" height="13" font="13"><b>FRANCE</b></text>
<text top="71" left="185" width="76" height="15" font="16">Informa*</text>
<text top="72" left="262" width="288" height="14" font="3">Ion wanted - about the Queen of </text>
<text top="73" left="549" width="114" height="13" font="6">Spades. The </text>
<text top="117" left="94" width="129" height="14" font="3">French police </text>
<text top="117" left="223" width="20" height="13" font="20"><i><b>•« </b></i></text>
<text top="117" left="243" width="402" height="14" font="18"><i>at</i> it. To be sure, they are well acquainted </text>
<text top="163" left="94" width="570" height="14" font="3">with the Queen of Spades. They've questioned her often. Have </text>
<text top="208" left="95" width="595" height="14" font="3">investigated her extensively. The only trouble is. the more they </text>
<text top="253" left="95" width="81" height="14" font="3">question </text>
<text top="254" left="176" width="37" height="12" font="19">and </text>
<text top="253" left="214" width="444" height="14" font="3">*he more they investigate, the less they find out.</text>
<text top="298" left="184" width="427" height="14" font="3">All they know is, that the C^ueen of Spades is a </text>
<text top="342" left="94" width="561" height="14" font="3">beautiful brunette, charming, cultured, well traveled - one of </text>
<text top="387" left="94" width="552" height="14" font="3">those international characters that baffle and mystify. The </text>
<text top="432" left="93" width="552" height="14" font="3">detectives of the Paris Surete know one other thing about the </text>
<text top="477" left="94" width="551" height="14" font="3">Queen of Spades - that she has swindled the French government </text>
<text top="522" left="93" width="552" height="14" font="3">out of ten million dollars - she and her gang. They declare </text>
<text top="567" left="92" width="544" height="14" font="3">outright that she is the mastermind of a huge smuggling ring </text>
<text top="612" left="92" width="113" height="14" font="3">working from </text>
<text top="612" left="248" width="401" height="14" font="3">Havre. The ring operates with false customs</text>
<text top="625" left="218" width="9" height="9" font="21"><b>A</b></text>
<text top="656" left="91" width="579" height="14" font="3">declarations, forged import licenses, and other tricks that beat </text>
<text top="702" left="92" width="267" height="14" font="3">the quota system for foreign </text>
<text top="703" left="359" width="53" height="12" font="19">goods </text>
<text top="702" left="413" width="243" height="14" font="3">allowed to come into trance.</text>
<text top="746" left="181" width="424" height="14" font="3">Y/hy hasn’t the Queen of Spades been arrested? </text>
<text top="746" left="605" width="30" height="13" font="20"><i><b>Way</b></i> </text>
<text top="790" left="90" width="579" height="14" font="3">haven’t her smuggling operations been broken up? That indeed is </text>
<text top="835" left="126" width="525" height="14" font="3">question. The Police have never been able to get anything </text>
<text top="880" left="89" width="585" height="14" font="3">definite on her. &#34;hey know what she is up to, but con never pm</text>
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<text top="28" left="96" width="90" height="13" font="13"><b>FRANCE. - 2</b></text>
<text top="72" left="96" width="572" height="14" font="3">anything on her. And why not? That's the fascinating part of </text>
<text top="118" left="98" width="22" height="14" font="3">it.</text>
<text top="162" left="188" width="464" height="14" font="3">nlhe suave detectives of Paris shrug their shoulders </text>
<text top="206" left="99" width="563" height="14" font="3">and murmur, &#34;The Queen of Spades has many friends.&#34; They say </text>
<text top="252" left="99" width="561" height="14" font="3">the beautiful mystery woman has in her power, not only obscure </text>
<text top="296" left="99" width="563" height="14" font="3">customs officials, but also high personalities. <b>She </b>controls </text>
<text top="341" left="99" width="572" height="14" font="3">men of lofty station and great political influence, not only in </text>
<text top="385" left="99" width="597" height="14" font="3">Le Havre, but in Paris. Hot only in Paris, but also in Hew York. </text>
<text top="430" left="99" width="563" height="14" font="3">They do her bidding and protect her. That's how she piles up </text>
<text top="474" left="100" width="539" height="14" font="3">crooked millions, that nefarious enchanting Queen of Spades.</text>
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<text top="115" left="184" width="495" height="11" font="6">Two Americans under arrest in China, charged with being</text>
<text top="159" left="95" width="556" height="11" font="6">spies, fhey are described as Julius Lemclce of Michigan, and </text>
<text top="204" left="94" width="243" height="11" font="6">Eugene Brinson of Georgia. </text>
<text top="204" left="355" width="307" height="11" font="6">in China their address is Shanghai.</text>
<text top="248" left="93" width="557" height="11" font="6">Lemcke is said to have lived there for a long time, Brinson a </text>
<text top="293" left="93" width="565" height="11" font="6">newcomer. The story aDout the arrest of the two men takes us </text>
<text top="338" left="94" width="608" height="11" font="6">to a mysterious character. (There are always mysterious characters </text>
<text top="383" left="94" width="644" height="11" font="6">in spy stories. That’s to be expected. You don’t find plain, simple </text>
<text top="427" left="93" width="610" height="11" font="6">folk, open and above-board, engaged in the dangerous, sub-rosa work </text>
<text top="472" left="92" width="119" height="11" font="6">of espionage.)</text>
<text top="517" left="181" width="475" height="11" font="6">At Hankow, the great city far up the Yang-ste River, </text>
<text top="562" left="92" width="591" height="11" font="6">the Chinese High Court has imposed a sentence of fifteen years on </text>
<text top="606" left="92" width="580" height="11" font="6">Joseph Walden. Whether or not that is his real name is unknown.</text>
<text top="651" left="90" width="617" height="11" font="6">He says he is a Frenchman, but how true that may be is also unknown. </text>
<text top="695" left="90" width="626" height="11" font="6">Little or nothing at all, in fact, is known about this Joseph ’Walden, </text>
<text top="739" left="90" width="627" height="11" font="6">whom the Chinese put on trial as a master spy. He doesn’t talk, not </text>
<text top="785" left="91" width="581" height="11" font="6">even in the face of fifteen years in a Chinese prison, which has </text>
<text top="829" left="90" width="211" height="11" font="6">a sound of doom at its </text>
<text top="828" left="301" width="100" height="12" font="3">darkest. </text>
<text top="829" left="400" width="290" height="11" font="6">During the trial he kept his lips</text>
<text top="878" left="89" width="297" height="11" font="6">pressed together, saying nothing.</text>
<text top="916" left="255" width="418" height="11" font="6">But what about the two Americans? The Chinese</text>
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<text top="126" left="89" width="633" height="11" font="13"><b>accusation# against them is this — that they tried to help the master</b> </text>
<text top="171" left="89" width="615" height="11" font="13"><b>spy escape from jail. During the course of Walden’s trial, the two</b> </text>
<text top="216" left="89" width="590" height="11" font="13"><b>Americans plotted a jail break and tried to get him out. So say</b> </text>
<text top="261" left="90" width="482" height="11" font="13"><b>the Chinese, who promptly arrested Lemcke and Brinson.</b></text>
<text top="305" left="178" width="502" height="11" font="13"><b>As American citizens they were turned over the American</b> </text>
<text top="350" left="91" width="581" height="11" font="13"><b>consul, and are likely to be brought to trial before the American</b></text>
<text top="396" left="91" width="244" height="11" font="13"><b>Consulate Court at shanghai</b></text>
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<text top="37" left="106" width="46" height="12" font="19">RAD IQ.</text>
<text top="85" left="198" width="486" height="12" font="19">There ire all kinrt 3 cf babies in this world, including </text>
<text top="129" left="108" width="441" height="12" font="19">sugar babies and cry babies. Mow - Badio Baby. </text>
<text top="128" left="549" width="63" height="12" font="0"><b>sai3ed </b></text>
<text top="129" left="612" width="75" height="12" font="19">on radio.</text>
<text top="175" left="198" width="512" height="12" font="19">Engineer Darlington of Schenectady oegan by wiring little </text>
<text top="219" left="106" width="563" height="12" font="19">Jean's cradle with a microphone, and when she was heard to cry,</text>
<text top="263" left="105" width="569" height="12" font="19">Le touched a button, which turned on a phonograph in the baby's </text>
<text top="308" left="106" width="568" height="12" font="19">room, a lullaby, which crooned little Jean to sleep. Now she's </text>
<text top="353" left="106" width="533" height="12" font="19">five, and goes playing around the neighborhood. Papa is an </text>
<text top="397" left="106" width="550" height="12" font="19">ardent radio amateur and has his own sending apparatus. Jean </text>
<text top="442" left="107" width="592" height="12" font="19">always pulls a wagon with her. And in the wagon is a special loud </text>
<text top="486" left="107" width="592" height="12" font="19">speaker. When they want her to come home they just broadcast, and </text>
<text top="530" left="107" width="593" height="12" font="19">the loud speaker blares the call to her. Being an obedient little </text>
<text top="576" left="106" width="190" height="12" font="19">girl, home she trots.</text>
<text top="619" left="196" width="495" height="12" font="19">The engineer says that when little Jean gets big enough </text>
<text top="664" left="106" width="565" height="12" font="19">to go to the store, she will pull the radio wagon with ner, and </text>
<text top="710" left="104" width="413" height="12" font="19">they will broadcast to her what things to get.</text>
<text top="753" left="198" width="444" height="12" font="19">&#34;Mary had a little radio and every place the radio</text>
<text top="801" left="103" width="449" height="12" font="19">went Mary was sure to go&#34; - only her name is Jean,</text>
<text top="843" left="195" width="263" height="12" font="19">From the radio baby - to the </text>
<text top="843" left="458" width="51" height="13" font="6">Radio </text>
<text top="843" left="508" width="148" height="12" font="19">Magic Eye. E. T.</text>
<text top="874" left="102" width="544" height="12" font="19">Cunningham, President of R. C, A. Victor, .ells me aboa......uis</text>
<text top="903" left="102" width="582" height="12" font="19">latest witchcraft gadget It’s a follow-up to the Magic Brain of</text>
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<text top="27" left="92" width="71" height="11" font="13"><b>RAP ic - </b></text>
<text top="26" left="163" width="8" height="12" font="18"><i>2</i></text>
<text top="73" left="92" width="581" height="11" font="13"><b>last ye'.ir, which just about does the thinking for you in picking</b> </text>
<text top="118" left="93" width="563" height="11" font="13"><b>out short wave pro-rams. how, the Magic Eye will wink at you</b> </text>
<text top="162" left="93" width="573" height="11" font="13"><b>and tell you when you're tuned in right on any station. It's a</b> </text>
<text top="208" left="93" width="580" height="11" font="13"><b>cathode ray tube, which glows with a greenish fluorescence. It</b> </text>
<text top="253" left="94" width="597" height="11" font="13"><b>gleets from a set something like a green eye. As you tune in and</b> </text>
<text top="298" left="93" width="607" height="11" font="13"><b>come to the most sensitive spot in the station's channel, the green</b> </text>
<text top="343" left="95" width="333" height="11" font="13"><b>eye narrows. Something like a wink.</b></text>
<text top="388" left="183" width="474" height="11" font="13"><b>And so it will be like this?—* When you tune in just</b> </text>
<text top="432" left="95" width="569" height="11" font="13"><b>right on a news broadcast,^the magic eye will wink. You know,</b> </text>
<text top="478" left="95" width="395" height="11" font="13"><b>one of those skepticalt doubtingt winks, and.</b></text>
<text top="524" left="185" width="186" height="11" font="13"><b>SO LONG UNTIL MONDAY,</b></text>
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