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Two Japanese Brothers Study English at FJC After Return From Ironic Visitation in Japan Attending classes at Fullerton Union High school, mainly to learn the English language more thoroughly, are two Japanese brothers, Masatake and Yoshiaki Kasama, 18 and 21 years old respectively, whose lives have been strangely affected by the turn of events during World War II. Both were born in the United States but went to Japan on a visit in March 1941. When war broke out in December of that year, the Japanese government interned them there and neither was able to return home until recently. While in Japan they attended schools among other things to learn English, but instruction in our language was poor; they said, Masatake, the younger, returned to America Jan. 27 and Yoshiaki May 30. Start at Buena Park Unable to converse easily with fellow Americans, they were put in elementary classes at Buena Park, home city of their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Kasama. Much older than their classmates, the two boys were recently transferred to FUHS through arrangement's made by Mrs. Florence Arnold, Buena Park teacher, and Don C. Cruickshank, vice-principal of FUHS. Parents of Masatake and Yoshiaki were born in Northern Japan, but moved to Buena Park before the war. Both boys were born here. General Gives Talk In Washington Church General Matthew B. Ridgway, new Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army, delivered his first public address since his appointment at an evenings service at the National Cathedral (Episcopal) in Washington, D.C. With the Rt. Rev. Angus Dura Bishop of the Diocese, he dedicated the stained-glass window commemorating the supreme sacrifice of the Four Chaplains of the U.S. S. S. Dorchester. Speaking of the "malevolent force" which seeks to "extinguish our liberties," General Ridgway olomew's Church in New York City, but were too young to learn English before their 12-year forced residence in Japan. While there Masatake attended Nippon Gakuen high school where he studied mathematics, chemistry, history and music, using Japanese as his means of conversation. He was also an enthusiastic baseball player in Japan. His older brother, Yoshiaki, recently attended Sendai College in Japan and played on the Japanese rugby team. His ambition is to become a doctor. Determined to Graduate Principal activity for the time being is to learn English, however, and it may take about two years, according to their Japanese friend, Howard Pulito, attending Fullerton Junior College. Pulito, who now speaks and understand English easily, went through a similar experience of learning our language after arriving in the United States in 1948. His present home is Anaheim. The Kasama brothers are waiting for past school credentials to arrive from Japan, but plan to graduate from FUHS no matter how long it takes. Gloria Olvera Named AUHS Year Book Editor Twelve editors have been named for the 1954 Anaheim High School Colonist, the annual senior class publication. Editor-in-chief will be Gloria Olvera, an active Anoranco reporter. Associate editor will be Ginger Otte, a former AUHS drum majorette. Present editor-in-chief of the Anoranco, Shirley Swofford will be editor of the administration section. A real "Cloak and Dagger" ening is in store for those attending the lectures of Col. Sidney Mashbir at the Santa Ana Public club Monday, 8 p.m., in Woman's clubhouse. The public invited to hear one of the most distinguished military men of generation relate the perils, saddugger and intrigues encountered as a daily dish during his fous career as a key aid in se service under General MacArthur. Decorated with the Distinguished Service medal and masters, Mashbir was the first American officer to enter Tokyo the end of World War II. He is exceptionally famed with methods of subversive groups who would destroy our american way of life, and still spends on the enemies within. His assignment after entering army in 1916 was to check or rumored "invasion" of lower Mexico by the Japanese. He found Japanese "mapping" the coast was detected and almost killed. His reports of the incident were brushed off at the time but we entered Tokyo with Gen MacArthur in 1945 maps of Northern Mexico, Southern California and Arizona made by this expedition were found in the files together with details of an invasion of the territory. The Saturday Evening Post carried numerous articles written by Co. Mashbir, and he is well acclaimed as a speaker. He resides in Laguna Beach. The Woman's clubhouse is located at 6th and Baker street Santa Ana. There will be no mission charge. General Matthew B. Ridgway, new Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army, delivered his first public address since his appointment at an evening service at the National Cathedral (Episcopal) in Washington, D.C. With the Rt. Rev. Angus Duna Bishop of the Diocese, he dedicated the stained-glass window commemorating the supreme sacrifice of the Four Chaplains of the U.S. S. Dorchester. Speaking of the "malevolent force" which seeks to "extinguish our liberties," General Ridgway olomew's Church in New York City, a former vestryman of St. Barth called it "an implacable threat to all that we possess, and most of all to the treasures of our spiritual heritage. CALIFORNIA BARBER SHOP Six Barbers To Serve You Bill Jackson, Proprietor 314 W. Center St. AUHS Year Book Editor Twelve editors have been named for the 1954 Anaheim High School Colonist, the annual senior class publication. Editor-in-chief will be Gloria Olivera, an active Anoranco reporter. Associate editor will be Ginger Otte, a former AUHS drum majorette. Present editor-in-chief of the Anoranco, Shirley Swofford will be editor of the administration section. Patty Jo Fry, active feature editor of the Anoranco was elected editor of activities. Student pictures will be taken care of by Priscilla Lopez who writes the GAA column and Carol Sloman will be exchange editor. Nolan Blackman and Susan Arnold reporters on the Anoranco will be club co-editors. Vince Deveney, sports editor on the Anoranco will have the same editorship on the annual. Ophelia Tovar will be in charge of girls sports while Shirley Briggs will be art editor. There will be a bigger snapshot section this year under Rella Cherry, snapshot editor. If It's News You'll See It In The Bulletin KANSAS CITY, Mo. — J. Carrol, St. Louis, one-time convicted on one count of a count indictment charging violates the Internal Revenue code. A jury which deliberated a four hours acquitted Carroll on second count. The conviction was on an appeal that Carroll failed to file 1949 a required form report payment of more than $600 to person. The second count involved esame charge for the year. CHAPTER NINE THEN CARLOTTA was wearing a black slack suit which set off her alim hips to perfection and her dark heavy hair was smoothly coiled as usual. When he saw her, Larry tried to get the flask back into his pocket, but he was not quick enough. "Drinking again?" she asked coldly. "I needed it," Larry defended himself. "You don't know what happened to the captain." "I know all about it." Carlotta stoned him, but she did not disclose the source of her information. Instead, she returned to the attack. "I should think you would want to let that stuff alone. Now of all times." "Why now?" "Because you might want to be able to keep your mouth shut." "I'll keep my mouth shut all right. And so will he. I paid him to." If I didn't know what Larry was talking about, it was evident that Carlotta did, for she looked at him agnart. "Do you mean to tell me that you gave him what he wanted?" "What else could I do?" "You fool. You dope. You've played right into his hands." "But he said he saw it when he unpacked." "Will you shut up!" Carlotta fairly screamed at him. "You'll ruin all of us. Oh, why couldn't I have married a man!" as she talked, and now she took a threatening step forward. Larry scrambled out of his chair. "Keep away from me, Carlotta. What are you trying to do?" "You can't hang a murder rap on me," Carlotta said. "I don't have to wait for Todd to talk about the gun. I'll turn you in myself." "For what? Turn me in for what?" "For shooting Opdyke." "But I didn't..." "Who will believe that?" "You did." In the deadly pause which followed I felt my flesh creep as if I were the one who was being threatened. "You'll pay for that," Carlotta said at last. "Tell the whole story. There won't be a rag left of either one of you when I get through. Frame me, would you?" "You can't prove a thing, Carlotta. You can talk as much as you like." Larry was backing away from her now, and he sounded unconvincing and uncertain. "Don't look at me that way: You know I never thought of framing you! You're making the whole thing up." Carlotta! She was on him with her hands like claws, but just then a great wave struck the ship broadside with a crash like an explosion. Tons of green water fell upon the Spiritis, buried her, rolled over her. The gray patch of daylight had been beginning to show at the window, vanished under so concentrated that she seemed unaware of it. I followed her eyes, and saw knife—a sportsman's model gusting fish—with a polished wood handle and a curved blade, sort of knife an enthusiast might bring if he hoped for deep-sea fishing. As Carlotta pulled herself ward the corner where the knife had rolled, I started for the door. Neither of us could move quickly. It was like one of those nightmares in which time has slowed down. The smaller chairs were firing from one side of the room to the other. They attach us, impeded us. Crossing the saxon was an obstacle race with dead I moved sideways because I w afraid to take my eyes off Olomew who had managed to get the knife and who was branding it in her hand. I screamed at beat against the door. Suddenly it opened behind me and I fell backward into the pavement. "Hello there!" exclaimed a milliar voice. Robert; Oh, Robert! Robert! I couldn't do more at first bable his name, while tears of lief ran down my face. Robert w picking me up. Robert w tearing me on my feet, making coorting noises. He wore a di sipper suit which he had left off from air-raid days, and even in agitation I noticed that it was wet as if he had been swimming... If I didn't know what Larry was talking about, it was evident that Carlotta did, for she looked at him aghart. "Do you mean to tell me that you gave him what he wanted?" "What else could I do?" "You fool. You dope. You've played right into his hands." "But he said he saw it when he unpacked." "Will you shut up!" Carlotta fairly screamed at him. "You'll ruin all of us. Oh, why couldn't I have married a man!" "Shut up yourself. You were glad to get me after old Tremaine shot himself. There weren't many other takers then. I saved you, and you know it." "You saved me!" Carlotta shrieked. "Why you poor little rich boy, I was taking care of myself when you were still running to your nanny to get your pants buttoned. You wouldn't have a penny today if I hadn't showed you how to handle it. Do you suppose it was the end of me because one old fool couldn't stand the gaff? Nobody was going to get me down, and nobody ever will. But I'm not sure that I can save you, now." "I was trying to protect you," Larry said. There was a long and terrifying silence, and I have heard rattle snakes sound more friendly than Carlotta when she spoke again. "What are you hinting at?" Larry was both drunk and confused, but not beyond realizing that he had put a foot wrong. He took refuge in a sulky defiance. "If people get to know I had a gun, you know what they'll think. You knew I had it, didn't you?" he asked. For a while there was no human sound to compete with the shrieking of the storm, then Carlotta's hot whisper came again. "You really do want to get rid of me, don't you?" "Don't look at me like that. Carlotta. I haven't done a thing." Larry was definitely scared. "I was a fool not to see it before. It's Gay, of course. You want to marry Gay." "Not Gay. Not Gay," said Larry urgently. "Yes Gay." She had been standing over him She was on him with her hands like claws, but just then a great wave struck the ship broadside with a crash like an explosion. Tons of green water fell upon the Spiritus, buried her, rolled over her. The gray patch of daylight which had been beginning to show at the window, vanished under solid water. It was like looking up from the bottom of the sea. The shock flung Larry and Carlotta together into one corner of the room. It flung me from the sofa to the floor. Far too slowly the angle lessoned, and the curtain swung back. The Spiritus floundered like a drowning animal. The sea-green water which had swept past the window was succeeded by white spray, and then by the beautiful gray daylight. We were still afloat. Larry sat up and rubbed his hands across his bloodshot eyes. It was all too much for his fudged mind to cope with. He gave an articulate cry, scrambled up, and escaped from the room. Carlotta and I went on staring at each other. Slowly Carlotta rose, lurched to a chair, sat down. Not to be left at a disadvantage, I did the same. Carlotta's eyes were as expressionless as a cat's—baleful, cold, unnerving. We sat there saying nothing, while the Spiritus thrashed like a wounded shark. "I tried to go downstairs," I said at last, and even to myself it sounded childish. "You seem to overhear a lot on this ship," Carlotta said. "It's a pity." Her tone was impersonal, remote, devoid of regret. It implied that whatever had been heard or not heard was of no consequence, needed no comment, and no explanation. Her eyes wandered away from me, searching the floor, hack and forth, up and down, until they came to rest on an object in the corner. She rose and began to make her way toward it, swaying and balancing with the ship, but you like." Larry was backing away from her now, and he sounded unconvincing and uncertain. "Don't look at me that way: You know I never thought of framing you! You're making the whole thing up." Carlotta! She was on him with her hands like claws, but just then a great wave struck the ship broadside with a crash like an explosion. Tons of green water fell upon the Spiritus, buried her, rolled over her. The gray patch of daylight which had been beginning to show at the window, vanished under solid water. It was like looking up from the bottom of the sea. The shock flung Larry and Carlotta together into one corner of the room. It flung me from the sofa to the floor. Far too slowly the angle lessoned, and the curtain swung back. The Spiritus floundered like a drowning animal. The sea-green water which had swept past the window was succeeded by white spray, and then by the beautiful gray daylight. We were still afloat. Larry sat up and rubbed his hands across his bloodshot eyes. It was all too much for his fudged mind to cope with. He gave an articulate cry, scrambled up, and escaped from the room. Carlotta and I went on staring at each other. Slowly Carlotta rose, lurched to a chair, sat down. Not to be left at a disadvantage, I did the same. Carlotta's eyes were as expressionless as a cat's—baleful, cold, unnerving. We sat there saying nothing, while the Spiritus thrashed like a wounded shark. "I tried to go downstairs," I said at last, and even to myself it sounded childish. "You seem to overhear a lot on this ship," Carlotta said. "It's a pity." Her tone was impersonal, remote, devoid of regret. It implied that whatever had been heard or not heard was of no consequence, needed no comment, and no explanation. Her eyes wandered away from me, searching the floor, hack and forth, up and down, until they came to rest on an object in the corner. She rose and began to make her way toward it, swaying and balancing with the ship, but you like." Larry was backing away from her now, and he sounded unconvincing and uncertain. "Don't look at me that way: You know I never thought of framing you! You're making the whole thing up." Carlotta! She was on him with her hands like claws, but just then a great wave struck the ship broadside with a crash like an explosion. Tons of green water fell upon the Spiritus, buried her, rolled over her. The gray patch of daylight which had been beginning to show at the window, vanished under solid water. It was like looking up from the bottom of the sea. The shock flung Larry and Carlotta together into one corner of the room. It flung me from the sofa to the floor. Far too slowly the angle lessoned, and the curtain swung back. The Spiritus floundered like a drowning animal. The sea-green water which had swept past the window was succeeded by white spray, and then by the beautiful gray daylight. We were still afloat. Larry sat up and rubbed his hands across his bloodshot eyes. It was all too much for his fudged mind to cope with. He gave an articulate cry, scrambled up, and escaped from the room. Carlotta and I went on staring at each other. Slowly Carlotta rose, lurched to a chair, sat down. Not to be left at a disadvantage, I did the same. Carlotta's eyes were as expressionless as a cat's—baleful, cold, unnerving. We sat there saying nothing, while the Spiritus thrashed like a wounded shark. "I tried to go downstairs," I said at last, and even to myself it sounded childish. "You seem to overhear a lot on this ship," Carlotta said. "It's a pity." Her tone was impersonal, remote, devoid of regret. It implied that whatever had been heard or not heard was of no consequence, needed no comment, and no explanation. Her eyes wandered away from me, searching the floor, hack and forth, up and down, until they came to rest on an object in the corner. She rose and began to make her way toward it, swaying and balancing with the ship, but you like." Larry was backing away from her now, and he sounded unconvincing and uncertain. "Don't look at me that way: You know I never thought of framing you! You're making the whole thing up." Carlotta! She was on him with her hands like claws, but just then a great wave struck the ship broadside with a crash like an explosion. Tons of green water fell upon the Spiritus, buried her, rolled over her. The gray patch of daylight which had been beginning to show at the window, vanished under solid water. It was like looking up from the bottom of the sea. The shock flung Larry and Carlotta together into one corner of the room. It flung me from the sofa to the floor. Far too slowly the angle lessoned, and the curtain swung back. The Spiritus floundered like a drowning animal. The sea-green water which had swept past the window was succeeded by white spray, and then by the beautiful gray daylight. We were still afloat. Larry sat up and rubbed his hands across his bloodshot eyes. It was all too much for his fudged mind to cope with. He gave an articulate cry, scrambled up, and escaped from the room. Carlotta and I went on staring at each other. Slowly Carlotta rose，lurched to a chair，sat down.Not to be left at a disadvantage，I did the same.Carlotta's eyes were as expressionless as a cat's—baleful，cold，unnerving. We sat there saying nothing，while the Spiritus thrashed like a wounded shark. "I tried to go downstairs," I said at last，and even to myself it sounded childish. "You seem to overhear a lot on this ship," Carlotta said。"It's a pity." Her tone was impersonal，remote，devoid of regret。It implied that whatever had been heard or not heard was of no consequence，needed no comment，and no explanation.Her eyes wandered away from me，searching the floor，hack和 forth，up和down，until they came to rest on an object in the corner.She rose和 began to make her way toward it,swaying和 balancingwiththeshipbutthroughit? "You must listen to me，RobertI said。"Shehada knife." Carlottawasgentlypuzzled“Whatknife?” Therewasnoknifetobeseen“Ivegottotalktoyou,RbertI,”Isaid.Ihadcontrolofmyselfbythistime. "Ihaventime,Virginia,"Rbertsaid.Ivegottogetuptowherbridgeandgivethemawareness“Letmegowithyou.” Heshookhishead.“Thewhouldblowyouoffthedeck.Yousmuststayinside whateverhenspan.” “Yes,dear,”Carlottacoo“Stayherewithmeandnotgettoimaginingthings.Illlookafteryou.”ShegaveRobertanunderstandingglanceandraisedhereybrrows.” (ToBeContinued) Books By UNITED PRESS A full-dress revival of the tale that ranks as one of the great love stories of the world is encompassed in The Enchanted Cup (Appleton-Century-Crofts), Dorothy James Roberts' masterful recital of the romance of Tristan and Isolede. Tristan was of heroic physique and bearing when at 18 he won knighthood by slaying a great Irish champion in defense of his uncle, King Mark of Cornwall. In Ireland Tristan met Isolede and for her fights the Saracen knight Palamides, although it coats him his sanctuary in the Irish court. A treacherous cousin arranges marriage between King Mark and Isolede and forces Tristan to escort the bride to Cornwall. On the voyage the young lovers drink a love potion prepared for Isolede's wedding and from them on are lost to each other. Their stolen love arouses kingdoms against them, breaks the heart of a French princess and closes all doors to them except that of the great knight Launcelot. Moving through King Arthur's court and the pageantry of tournaments and the Round Table, this is a stirring presentation of an ageless story. A Book-of-the-Month-Club selection. Capturing the intangible something that has given San Francisco a reputation envied by all cities in the Western Hemisphere, Joseph Henry Jackson's "My San Francisco" (Thomas Y. Crowell Company) is a small book packed with that something that makes San Francisco — San Francisco. Anyone who has ever visited the Bay City will get a nostalgic thrill from Mr. Jackson's well-done book. The Raid, by Laurence Greene (Holt) is a gay, irreverent "biography" of the sleepy (West) Virginia town of Harper's Ferry, with special emphasis on the high point in its history — the weird crackpotery of John Brown's two-day insurrection." Greene, who now lives in the ghost town which is all that remains on the site of the once-thriving U. S. arsenal, is fond of his few neighbors. His book is Mexico, Southern California Arizona made by this expedition were found in the files toter with details of an invasion the territory. The Saturday Evening Post has ed numerous articles written to Mashbir, and he is widely aimed as a speaker. He now lies in Laguna Beach. The Woman's clubhouse is lod at 6th and Baker streets, a Ana. There will be no addition charge. KING of Bookmakers" Invicted in Missouri KANSAS CITY, Mo. — James Carrol, St. Louis, one-time "king of bookmakers," last night was detected on one count of a twoindictment charging violation the Internal Revenue code. Jury which deliberated about hours acquitted Carroll on the and count. The conviction was on an allegethat Carrol failed to file in a required form reporting ment of more than $600 to any on. The second count involved same charge for the year 1950. concentrated that she seemed are of it. followed her eyes, and saw a sportsman's model for dog fish—with a polished woodandie and a curved blade, the of knife an enthusiast might if he hoped for deep-sea fish. Carlotta pulled herself to the corner where the knife rolled, I started for the door. Of us could move quickly. as like one of those nightin which time has slowed. The smaller chairs were belung from one side of the to the other. They attacked apeped us. Crossing the saloon an obstacle race in slow moan obstacle race with death. covered sideways because I was to take my eyes off Carrowho had managed to grab mife and who was brandishin her hand. I screamed and against the door. Indently it opened behind me, fell backward into the pashello ther!" exclaimed a favor voice. Robert; Oh, Robert! Robert!" couldn't do more at first than his name, while tears of renation down my face. Robert was going up. Robert was set me on my feet, making coming noises. He wore a dark suit which he had left over air-raid days, and even in my action I noticed that it was as The Raid, by Laurence Greene (Holt) is a gay, irreverent "biography" of the sleepy (West) Virginia town of Harper's Perry, with special emphasis on the high point in its history—the weird crackoolery of John Brown's two-day "insurrection." Greene, who now lives in the ghost town which is all that remains on the site of the once-thriving U. S. arsenal, is fond of his few neighbors. His book is essentially about their predecessors, and the impact on them of Brown's raid and all that followed, rather than about great events on the wider stage of history. Here, clearly and simply told, is the story of a strange rising against the slaveholding South which began and ended with an attack on a federal arms factory, and was put down by U. S. marines; an attempt to aid the "suffering slaves" whose first victim was a Negro feedman, shot in the back as he ran unarmed down the street. As befits a biography, The Raid begins with birth and ends with death. Greene, however, has an advantage accorded to fed biographers—he also can record a rebirth, for Harper's Ferry is now in the process of being restored as a historic monument and a tourist attraction... The history of the United States does not include the reigns of any political kings. But we developed our own special brand of "nobility"—the kings of finance and industry. These were the men who built empires in oil, steel, railroads, automobiles, copper, banking, etc. in the day before taxes spoiled the fun. Stewart H. Holbrook tells about these men and their times in The Age of the Moguls (Double-day). Vanderbilt, Carnegie, Rockefeller, Ford, Du Pont, Morgan, Hearst and the others march across these pages in all their pomp and power. Holbrook's account of how each got his money and what he did with it is as fascinating reading as you can imagine. The Age of the Moguls is the first volume of a new series, edited by Lewis Gannett, which will present American history from earliest days of exploration to the recent past. Well-known writers like Carl Carmer, Bruce Catton, John Doe Passos and others will deal with a specific period each in subsequent volumes... One of the best hunting stories to appear in many a year is Tigrego, by Sasha Siemel (Prentice-Hall) Siemel as a restless young man in Brazil had heard of an old Indian who hunted jaguars with a spear. Being a man who could not resist a challenge, Siemel set out to find this renowned hunter to learn his method. Find how he did and he became the only white "Siemel." IT'S A NEAT TRIAND A FINI COLLEGE for fami Dear Parents— If you want your children who are ten years old, ticipate in this program and become friendly beggars or evening hours of 6 to 8 P.M., just follow the simple rule: ARE YOU GOING TO LETTAND WITCHES AND RING BOTH GING CANDY, COOKIES, A SELVES,LET THEM DO THE FRIENDS AND THEIR FAROF THE SIMPLE NECESSITIES TO TEACH YOUR BOY OR TRICK OR TREAT WITH THE TRAINING FOR THEM. MAKE DOOR BELL WILL BE RUNNED LIKE TO HAVE SOME OF THE THAT NIGHT TO GIVE.WITH BE HELPING TO TEACH CHILDREN. LIST OF EDUCATIONAL ITEMS Pencils Pen Points Crayons Ruler (metro) Penholders Eraser HALLOWEEN CAN BE FUN FOR EVERYONE CHILDREN AND ADULTS HAVE DISCOVERED NIGHT WHEN GOBLINS PROWL IT IS EXCITING BEGGARS. BEST SELLERS Compiled by Publisher's Weekly Fiction DESIREE—Annemarie Selinko BATTLE CRY—Leon M. Uris BEYOUND THIS PLACE—A. J. Cronin TOO LATE THE PHALAROPE—Alan Paton TIME AND TIME AGAIN—James Hilton THE HIGH ND THE MIGHTY—Ernest E. Gann Non-Fiction THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING—Norman Vincent Peale A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME—Polly Adler HOW TO PLAY YOUR BEST GOLF ALL THE TIME—Tommy Armour A MAN CALLED PETER—Catherine Marshall SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IN THE RUMAN FEMALE—Alfred C. Kinsey and others BUREAU STRAWBERRY STUDY Strawberries will have their day next Wednesday, when growers will study their development and progress at the Farm Bureau office, 253 Main St., Orange, 7 p.m. Harry Matsukane, who has been studying with research specialists in San Diego, will speak. Al Holland will discuss the results and findings of methylbromide fumigation. 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Pocket Comb Up (small) Safety-pins PERSONAL ITEMS BOYS Necktie Toy Truck Ball & Jacks Bracelet Doll Socks Belt Hair Ribbon Kerchief Barrette Marbles H'ndkerchief Bobbie Pins Beads Socks "IT'S A NEAT TRICK TO COLLECT A FINE TREAT FOR FRIENDS OVERSEAS" CLOTHING CAN BE GIVEN: winter comes in some lands children will suffer if we do not help! It's used clothing in good condition and clean is acceptable; Undersocks, socks, mittens, dresses, coats, odds and ends of yarn and etc. kirts, panties and stocking too. If each article given is well wrapped and marked, then the packing and mailing will be an easier task for the agencies who will distribute all gifts. AMERICAN FRIENDS SERVICE COMMITTEE AND JUNIOR RED will see that your gifts will reach worthy and needy peoples. WOULD LIKE TO HELP FURTHER WITH THIS VOLUNTARY TEAM YOU CAN HELP YOUR CHILDREN TO REMEMBER TO THESE TRICK OR TREAT ARTICLES TO THEIR SCHOOL FOLLOWING MONDAY MORNING, November 2. RUN FOR EVERYONE IN OUR COMMUNITY. IS HAVE DISCOVERED THAT ON THIS ROWL IT IS EXCITING TO BE FRIENDLY