Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 87, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 August 1922 — Page 6

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THE ADVENTURES OF RAGGEDY ANN AND ANDY

Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy j woods, filled with fairies ‘n everything j when they were surprised to hear the whir of wings above their heads and j to see Wallie Woodpecker fly down to them. Wallie Woodpecker was so excited he could scarcely speak .and Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy had to x.tit him to repeat what he s&id five times before they could understand. “Come Quick, Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, little Benny Bunny is i acting so funny, lam afraid something is wrong!” "Where is Benny Bunny?’ asked Raggedy Ann. "He's right over that knoll there!” Wallie Woodpecker replied, "and he j has a string fastened to him and he is j dancing around and kicking up his' heels and turning somersaults.” “You fly ahead and show us where ■ Benny Bunny is, and we'll follow you.; Wallie Woopecker!” said Raggedy ; Ann. go Wallie Woodpecker pushed his \ little red cap down farther on his! head and made his wings whistle as | he flew through the deep, deep woods. Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy ran after Wallie Woodpecker as fast as their little cotton stuffed rag legs would carry them until they came to where Benny Bunny was i jumping and twisting and turning ; somersaults. Raggedy Ann and Rag gedy Andy ran up to Benny Bunny and held him still so that they could ■ see what was the trouble with him. ! And what do you think, Benny Bunny I had pushed his head right into a noose I trap while he was hopping along his own little path through the woods and i the noose had pulled tight around his ; neck. The other end of the string was fastened to a small bush and Benny Bunny pulled and twisted and ; wiggled and turned somersaults, but | he could not get loose. Even while Raggedy Ann and Rag | gedy Andy held Benny Bunny, he j kicked so hard, he almost knocked ! them over, hut they held him tight until Raggedy Andy could untie the string and taka It off of Benny Bun ny’s neck. “There.” said Raggedy Ann as Benny Bunny sat down and looked at j them, “now you do not need to twist I and wiggle and kick and turn somer saults any more. Benny Bunny. You were caught in a trap. That's what it was.” “Whoever placed it there was very, very wicked.” said Wallie Woodpecker “If they had tied the tring to a stout little tree snd had bent the tree dowu, then Benny Bunny, you would not have wiggled and twisted very long for the little tree would have snrung ! up and carried you Into the air as soon ! as you touched the noose and you would have just hung there." “I’m glad it wasn’t tied to a stout ; little tree,” said Benny Bunny. “For j just the noose alone, tied to the lit- I tie hush, was bad enough.” Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy smoothed Benny Bunny’s pretty little coat and Raggedy Ann tied his little necktie, for be had mussed himself very much, as he wiggled and kicked and turned somersaults. Then Raggedy Andy went behind a tree and wished. He wished very hard. So hard that had he not had shoe-button eyes. Raggedy Andy would have closed them. But. of course, he could not close his shoebutton eyes. But. he wished very hard, just the same, so that when he came out from behind the tree Raggedy Andy held a pretty little red

The Red House Mystery

(Continued,) The minutes went by slowly. To Anthony, lying hidden in the undergrowth at the foot of his tree, anew problem was presenting itself. Suppose Cayley had to make more than one journey that night. He might come back to find them in the boat, one of them, indeed, in the water. His eyes were fixed on the boat as j he considered these things, and sud- | denly, as if materialized' from nowhere, Cayley was standing by the boat. In his hand was a small brown i bag. Cayley put the bag in the bottom i of the boat, stepped in. and using an j oar as a punt-pole, pushed slowlyj off. Then, very silently, he rowed toward the middle of the pond. . . He had stopped. The oars rested j on the water. He picked up the bag j from between his feet, leant over the j nose of the boat, and rested it lightly ' on the water for a moment. Then he ! let go. It sank slowly. He waited tbere. watching: afraid, perhaps, that it might rise again. Anthony began to count. . . . And now Cayley was back at his starting-place. He tied up the boat, looked carefully round to see that he had left no traces behind him, and : then turned to the water again. For j a long time, as it seemed to the watchers, he stood there, very big, very silent, in the moonlight. At Dst he seemed satisfied. Whatever his secret was, he had hidden it; and so with a gentle sigh, as unnts takable to Antony as if he had heard it, Cayley turned away and vanished i again as quietly as he had come. Antony gave him three minutes, and stepped out from the trees. He waited there for Bill to join him. “Six,” whispered Bill. Antony nodded “Good." smiled Antony. “Mine was the eighteenth—a little way past it. Better hang your coat over the sixth post, and then we shall see it more easily. I’ll put mine on the eighteenth. Are you going to undress here or in the boat?” “Some here, and some in the boat. You’re quite sure that you wouldn’t like to do the diving yourself?” “Quite, thanks.” They had walked round to the other side of the pond. Coming to the sixth post of the fence. Bill took off his coat and put it in position, and then finished his undressing, while Antony went off to mark the eighteenth post. When they were ready, they got into the boat, Antony talkin the oars. "Now, Bill, tell me as soon as I’m in a line with your two marks.” He rowed slowly toward the middle of the pond. “You’re about there now,” said Bffl at last. Antony stopped rowing and looked about him. “Yes, that's pretty well right.” He turned the boat's nose round until it was pointing to the pine tree under which Bill had lain. “You see my tree and the other coat?” “Yes.” said Bill.

basket In his hand and he gave it to : Benny Bunny. “Here, Benny Bunny,” aid Raggedy Andy, “take this nice little red basket home, just as fast as you can hop. It's a surprise for you and your Mamma and all the other little Bunny Family. But do not stop to peep inside, else It will melt and then ice cream will spell all out.” “Oh, thank you so very. very much,” Benny Bunny said as he took the basket. "Mamma wanted some ice cream all day yesterday, and won't she be pleased to get this! Yes, indeed!” And Benny Bunny, with the pretty little red basket filled with magic ice cream, ran down the path to his home lickety-split. And Wallie Woodpecker looked so funny when he heard what was in the pretty little red basket, Raggedy Ann wished that Wallie Woodpecker would have one, too. “For.” said Raggedy Ann, "Wallie Woodpecker really was the one who saved Benny Bunny and he should have a lot of ice cream, too.” And Wallie Woodpecker thanked the Raggedvs and flew to his stump home, and as Raggedy Ann and Rag- '

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“Right. Now then. I’m going to j row gently along this l,ne until we're j dead in between the two. Get it as ! ; exact as you can—for your own ; sake.” “Steady!” said Bill warinngly. "Back a little * * * a little more * * * a little more forward again j * * • Right.” | Antony left the oars on the water and looked round. As far as he could tell, they were in an exact line , w.th each pair of landmarks, i “Now then, B.U, in you o.” Bill pulled off his shirt and trousers. > | and stood up. "You mustn’t dive from the boat, i old boy,” said Antony hast.ly. "You'll jsh ft its position. Slide in gently.” j Bill slid in from the stern and | swam slowly round to Antony. “What’s it like?” said Antony. “Cold. Well, here’s luck to it.” He gave a sudden k ck, flashed for | a moment in the water, and was gone. Antony steadied the boat, and took another look at his landmarks. Bill came up behind him with a loud explosion. “It’s pretty muddy,” he protested, i “Weeds?” “No, thank the Lord.” "Well, try again.” Bill gave another kick and disappeared. Again Antony coaxed the boat back into position, and again J Bill popped up, this time in front of him. “I feel that if I threw you a sardine," said Antony, with a smile. \ “you'd catch it in your mouth quite j prettily.” “It’s awfully easy to be funny from where you are. How much longer have I got to go on doing this?” Antony looked at his watch. “About three hours. We must get back beforp daylight. But be quicker if you can. because it’s rather cold for me sitting here.” Bill flicked a handful of water at him and disappeared again. He was under for almost a minute this time, and there was a grin on his face when it was visible again. “I’ve got it, but it’s devilish hard to get up. I’m not sure that it isn’t too heavy* for me.” “That’s all right,” said Antony. He brought out a ball of thick string from his pocket. “Get this through ' the handle if you can, and then we can both pull” “Good man.” He paddled to the side, took one end of the string and paddled hack again. “Now then." Two minutes later the bag was safely in the boat. Bill clambered in after it. and Antony rowed hack. “Well done. Watson,” he said quietly, as they landed. He fetched their two coats, and then waited, the bag in his hand, while Bill dried and dressed himself. As soon as the latter was ready, he took his arm and led him into the copse. sat down, and taking the bag between his knees. Antony pressed ; the catch and opened It.

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gedy Andy walked on through the deep, deep woods filled with fairies 'n everything they could hear Wallie Woodpecker sending his message, asking all the other Woodpeckers to come and share his pleasures.—Copy--1 right. 1922, by Johnny Gruelle.

MISS ETHEL TRINKLET

admit then* are disagreeable sides and some tasks that she prefers to others. Miss Ethel Trinkley. head laboratory technician of the city hospital, says ver\ firmly that she honestly like*

’ Clothes!’ said Bill. Antony pulled out the top garment and shook it out. It was a wet brown J flannel coat.. “Do you recognize it?” he asked. “Mark's brown flannel suit.” “The one he Is advertised as having run away in?” “Yes.” Antony put his hand in the breast j pocket and took out some letters. He j considered them doubtfully for a moment. “I suppose I'd better read them,” he said. “I mean, just to see—” He looked Inquiringly at Bill, who nodded. Antony turned on his torch and glanced at them. Bill waited anxiously. “Yes. Mark . . Hallo?” “What is it?’’ “The letter that Cayley was telling the inspector about. From Robert. ‘Mark, your loving brother is coming to see you—’ Yes, I suppose I had better keep this. Well, that’s his coat. Ret's have out the rest of it.” He took the remaining clothes from

IT SANK SLOWLY’. HE WAITED. and bag and spread them out. "They’re all here,” said Bill. “Shirt, tie, socks, underclothes, shoes —yes, all of them.” “All that he was wearing yesterday?” "Yes.” “What do you make of it?” Bill shook his head, and asked another question. “Is it what you expected?” Antony laughed suddenly. “It’s too absurd,” he said. “I expected—well, you know what I expected. A body. A body in a suit of clothes. Well, perhaps it would be safer to hide them separately. The body here and the clothes in the passage v where they would never betray themselves. And now he takes a great deal of trouble to hide the clothes here and doesn’t bother about the body at all.”' He shook his head. “I’m a bit lost for the moment, Bill, and that’s the fact.” “Anything else there?” Antony felt in the bag. “Stones and—yes, there’s something else.” He took It out and held it up. -“There we are, Bill.”

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each one of the many sorts of diagi noses she makes, and finds them j equally interesting. Miss Trinkley has been In laboratory j work for the past five years and still | is able to don a cheering smile with her white apron each morning and enj ter the day’s work with the same amount of zest. She likes the people with whom she works, every one, and speaks most admiringly and respectfully of her superior officer. Shortridge High School gave Miss Trinkley her schooling and the rest of the knowledge of her profession she has learned from the school of experience. “T’ve never had any college or special school training,” says Miss Trinkley. "Mine has all been of a practical nature, which after all is a necessity in any line of business. Women can do so many kinds of enjoyable work these days that there should be a lot less dissatisfaction in the world. I. for one, am contendted and love every bit of my job." ACCEPT INVITATIONS Mrs. Harding and Other Prominent I>adies to Attend Convention. Mrs. Warren G. Harding. Mary Rob erts Rinehart. Mrs. W. 11. Miner, presi : dent of the General Federation of Women's Clubs, and Mrs. Phillips North Moore, president of the National : Council of Women, are among the: well-known women who have ex j pressed their intentions of attending the national convention of th American Legion Auxiliary, to be haid Oct. 16 to 20 at New Orleans. Queen Marie of Roumania was also among the Invited guests, but thus far her acceptance has not been received. Marriage ala Mode The Mexican youth courts the wontan of his choice by singing outside her window night after night. If she tosses out a rose, that means she looks on him with favor and he may approach her parents or let. the priest be his representative Ts they are agreeable he may call upon her. but never sees her alone. She is chaperoned until the marriage ceremony is over. . Jacquettes j Separate stik Mouses of satin matelasse or embroidered fabrics are worn with accordion pleated satin skirts ' and from what is known as a Jao(spiet'e costume

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[ It was the office key. “By jove. you were right.” j Antony turned the bag gently upside down on the grass. A dozen large stones fell out —and something else. He flashed down his torch. “Another key," he sa;d. He put the two keys in his pocket, j and sat there for a long time In si- | lence, thinking. BUI was silent, too. ; not liking to Interrupt Ills thoughts, but at last he said: "Shall I put these things back?” Antony looked up w;th a start. “What? Oh, yes. No. I'll put them back. You give me a light, will you?” Y’ery slowly and carefully he put the clothes back in the bag. pasing as he took up each garment, in the certainty, as it seemed to Bill, that it had something to tell him if only he could read it. When the last of them was ins.de, he still waited there on his knees, thinking. “That's the lot,” said Bill. Antony nodded at him. “Y’es, that’s the lot,” he said: “and that’s the funny thing about it. You’re sure it is the lot?” “What do you mean?” "Give me the torch a moment.” He took it and flashed it over the ground between them. "Y’es, that's the lot. It’s funny.” He stood up, the bag In his hands. "Now let's find a hidingplace for these, and then —” He said no more, but stepped off through the trees, Bill following him meekly. As soon as they had got the bag off their hands and were clear of the copse. Antony became more communicative He took the two keys out of his pocket. “One of them is the office key, I suppose, and the other is the key of the passage cupboard. So I thought that perhaps we might have a look at the cupboard.” “I say, do youfreaffy think it is?” “Well, I don't see what else it can be.” “But why should he want to throw it away?” “Because it has now done its work, whatever it was, and ho wants to wash his hands of the passage. He’d throw the passage away if he could. I don't think it matters much one way or another, and I don’t suppose there's anything to find in the cupboard, but I feel that we must look.” “Do you still think Mark’s body might be there?” "No. And yet where else can it be? Unless I’m hopelessly wrong, and Cayley never killed him at all.” But the cupboard had not much to tell them that night.* It was empty save for a few old bottles. “Well, that's that.” said Bill. But Antony, on his knees with the torch in his hand, continued to search for something. “What are you looking for?” asked Bill at last. “Something that isn’t there,” said Antony, getting up a.nd dusting his trousers. And he locked the door again. (Continued in Our Next Issue)

Atlantic City Beauty Pageant Contest Enters Home Stretch; Ends Wednesday

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Among the several hundred entrants who aspire to be chosen as Miss Indianapolis and given the great honor of representing this city at the Atlantic City pageant, Sept. 6, 7 and 8, are Miss Edna Wilding, 963 West Thirty-third street (left); Miss Mae Aired, 767 North Warrnan avenue (upper right), and Miss Gertrude Deßorde, 1316 Rellefontaine street. Only two more days remain for prospective entrants to submit, pictures, as the quest for Misi Indianapolis ends next Wednesday at 6 p. m.

Flapper Rises to Defend Right to Bobbed Hair in Atlantic City Pageant Contest

The "flapper” demands "equal | rights’ in the beauty pageant. “The Indiana polls flapper writhes under the lash." writes an Indianapolis Flapper’ to The Times Pageant Editor. “Even a worm will turn when trodden upon. I insist upon the bobbed-headed, short-skirted girl being given equal rights in your Miss In diatispoUs beauty contest. “Why are people so opposed to bobbed hair? One would think it was a reflection upon their character, judg ing from the number of letters you \ have published from people who would bar the bobbed head. I am writing to you to tell you that a. girl can he just as virtuous and good with bobbed hair as she can with long hair. Os course, there is always the certain per cent of undesirables and we would never want Indianapolis to be represented by one of these. “Indianapolis is an up-to-date progressive city and should he represented by up-to-date progressive young lady and show me a flapper who isn't

WELL TAILORED I COPYRIGHT nr >CCAm | It is noticeable that many of the new fall models show a marked pref erence for severely tailored lines. Two of the dresses are especially popular. One has a high collar—quite up under the ears. It retains the rudiments of the cape that flaunted so gayly last spring and lengthens its already long skirt by

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just that. Without conventionalities, they ask for whatever they want, and get it. They are modern and not symbolic of a young lady of one hun dred years ago. And after all, were girls any better a hundred years ago than they are today? Perhaps they were, perhaps too, the men were better. Safe to say every one was better but that was a hundrd years ago. "Let modern Indianapolis be replesented by a modern girl. If you find a girl with all of the qualifications.* with the exception of her having bobbed bair. and you turn her down because of it. at least give her credit for having the courage to face all the unkind things people say about It.” Again we have some more poetry. Dora Kelly. 1422 E. Fifteenth St., evangelist, author of sacred poems and music, writes a poem which spells "Indianapolis Girl.” It is as follows: I I now advise the very best N No giddy or gorgeous one.

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D Developed as a god’s queen. I I would this girl he won. A A modest gir! should represent, N Now will our judges see A An honored name should he our plan, P Prove out our part is free. O Oh. let. not beauty alone be won. L Lead out Indianapolis's best. I I vote for eyes that shine like stars, S Smiles that win the honor test. G Grace should be In every line, I I long to see her blush; R Roses fair should not compare, L Lady Indianapolis, so sweet and rare.”

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Social Activities Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Bailey of N. Meridian St., announce the engagement of their daughter, Bernice, to Henry A. Meyer, son of Mr. and Mrs. George Meyer of Winthrop Ave., the wedding to take place early in Sep- ’ tember. Miss Bailey is a graduate of Shortridge High School and a student of voice with Glenn Friermood. • * * Mrs. Walter Krull and her sister, Mrs. Lawrence Freeman, will entertain with a miscellaneous shower and bridge Tuesday afternoon at their home in Irvington in honor of their niece. Miss Marjorie Spencer, whose marriage to Richard Johnson will take place Saturday. The bridal colors, pink and white, will be used in decoration. • • • Miss Lois Mahan of Neosha, Mo., who is visiting in Lafayette, will visit Indianapolis for a few days as the guest of Miss Pauline Holmes. * • * The marriage of Henry Jameson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Alex Jameson, to Helen Frances Fields, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Chester Fields of Nash ville, Tenn., will take place early this fall. * * • Miss Sarah Stewart, who has been the house guest of Miss Lydia Jameson of Irvington, has returned to her home in Cherryfield, Maine. • • • K. D. Brown of Northwestern University was the guest of Mr. and Mrs John Diederich over the week-end. Miss Lou Gentry. Miss Mildred Gibbs, Miss Mildred North and Miss Hilda Wright have returned from Lake Tippecanoe. ... Among the Indianapolis people who" have returned from Lake Maxinkuc kee are Mr. and Mrs. Addison Miller. Miss Mary Anne Miller and Addison Miller Jr. and Mrs. W. H. Benton. Miss Rachel Benton and Miss Mildred Benton. Mr. and Mrs. George W. Fromm. Miss Ruth Fromm. Miss Mary Elizabeth Sutherland, Mr. and Mrs. Theodore H. Seuel, Miss Edna* Seuel and Miss Irene Seuel. Mr. and Mrs. Russel King and Addison King. * • • Miss June Moll has as her guests Miss Helen Lamb of Crawfordsvilte and Miss Mary Mutschler of Napps nee * • * Mr. and Mrs. J. Brooke Clawson gave a delightful entertainment Sat urday for the Christian Soldiers Class of Central Christian Church, at their home in Highland Dale In Meridian Heights. The boys who attended were; Max Nealey, Frank Welland, Robert Stewart, Leslie Bradley, Gaylord Evans Walter Leman, John Bowman William Bowman, Perry Morris. Jr., and Russell Vernon Teeter, a. grand son of Mr. and Mrs. Clawson. Assisting were: Mr. and Mrs. Earl Dolen, Miss Glenethel Stellhorn, Mrs. Daisy Cooper. Miss Ruth Bowman, Mrs. Rachel Benedict and Mrs. Delia Doup. • • • Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Shoohridge announce the engagement of their daughter,# Mable Gertrude, to James N. Jackson, Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs J. N. Jackson. The wedding will tak place at 8 o'clock Wednesday morn-| ing at Holy Cross Fhurch. Mgr. Byrne| officiating. Miss Helen Jackson, sis ter of the groom, will be maid of honor, and William Nagle will be test man. Edward Herman and William Duffey will usher. Following the ceremony a wedding breakfast will be served at the home of the bride's parents on Ashland Ave., after which Mr. and Mrs. Jackson will leave for a visit in Chicago and the Great Lakes. They will he at home after Seyt. 7.