Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 202, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 December 1925 — Page 6

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Th? Love Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HEBE TODAY HAWLEY, 25. breaks with ■r fiance. BRUCE REYNOLDS, and geia nr Job on the Indianapolis Telegraph in lorder to see life. , I ANDREW McDERMOTT. a close (friend of Barbara’s father before his rdeath, i9 managing editor. After many exciting adventures, BarIbara and 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter. *o out at m. to cover a night club murder. The murderess proves to .be a woman of refinement, who has shot a man in a love triangle. She tells Barbara. “You can’t beat life." Barbara is sent to the offices of Manners. Stone & Reynolds to rot a

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DIVORCES FOR MERE ASKING But It Costs the Next Groom Something. Bit United Press NEW YORK, Dec. 24.—A globe trotter came in on the liner Paris with the tale of a remote land where divorces are to be had for the asking. Syudam Cutting, photographer of the James Shnpson-Eoosevelt-Field museum expedition Into Chinese , Turkestan, related that divorces are granted automatically to any desiring them there. Cutting’s laundress has been wedded seven times to the sam- man and she wa3 only 30 years old. She had hesitated to ask for the seventh separation because reckoned in Turkestan, she was "old.” It developed her numerous divorces had been obtained with a view to get new clothes, for each time a woman marries In the district she must be given a fine trousseau by the bridegroom. Consequently this professional divorcee was the best dressed woman in Chinese-Turkestan. Building Permits Mothers.il tad r'itton, hotel, 954 N. Pennslyvania, $56,000. Emma Bradbury, garage, 2714 N. Illinois. $302. H. M. Cantwell, garage, 1780 Broolt- ** garage, 3402 Kenwood, $528. Sutton Cleaners, tank. 3806 E. Wash'yngton' S2OO. A Brauchia Realty Company, move, 1213 . W New York $750. \ BraucW* Realty Company, move. 1231 V New York. $250 Brauchia Realty Company, move, 1217 W. New York. $260. Brauohla Realty Company, move. 1209 W. New York. $250. Central Amusement Company, addition. 133 N. Illinois. $40,000. , William Marshall, repair. 1122 Udell, T‘n> Company, sign, 105 W. M elevator, 220 E. ° h SeVMtn°Hotel, repair elevator. 201 S. Illinois. $250. TRUSTEE REAPPOINTED Governor Jackson has reappointed Miss May E. Helmer, Terre Haute, a trustee of the Central Indiana Hospital for the Insane, at Indianapolis. The appointment is for four years. ' ' ' *

story. She sees a stylish woman in mourning come out of Bruce Reynolds private office. Later in the hall of her boarding house. Bruce meets VIOLETTA CRANBY. Barbara, 'jealous ol the woman in mourning, calls Bruce on the telephone, but loses her nerve and hangs up the receiver just ns he answers. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI S 1 "”""* ORRY, Bob, but you’re wrong again. There’s no limit to i__J what a woman reporter can do. Even Mr. Wells admitted the

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Hoosier Briefs

I A IFTER1 FTER J an - 1 a cop will be a cop at Greensburg. The . I force will wear uniforms for the first time in three years. Sedan driven by John Cummings of Bloomington skidded off the road and dropped fifteen feet Into a stone quarry. No one was hurt and the machine was not daipaged. It landed square on its wheels. Lighting a match to hunt a cap for her son was costly for Mrs. Charles Wlckersham of Hartford City. A spark from the match set the house fire. John H. Morris, outgoing mayor of 'Newcastle, in a statement of achievements during his administration points to the reduction of $2,273 in the city’s debts. Mrs. James Bowen of ' Marion won’t have any Christmas tree this year unless she buys another. A thief took it. rr~riEWCASTLE citizens don’t, 1 mJnd Christmas. The li > Chamber of Commerce is running a free wrapping bureau during the holiday shopping period. Park board of Elwood is out of debt. The last SI,OOO has been paid off. Hopes for a swimming pool have been revived as a result. Mrs. Ldu Johnson of Owensville is recovering from a spider's bite. Physicians first thought It would be fatal. Anderson is hoping for a boost from the hard boiled Army. The United States Government has purchased 15,000 cases of canned goods from the Fame Canning Company. Masonic lodge at Wabash laid the corner stone for the new school building to cost $250,000. Muncie basketball team is singing the blues. Coach Maurice B. Murray has ordered the squad to observe "training” Christmas day.

other day that he wouldn’t be afraid to send me on any story that broke.” “All sob sisters talk alike,” commented Sinbad Sullivan, a free lance press agent, who sometimes drifted into the Telegraph bffice with Bob. “Never saw a woman on a paper yet that didn’t want to be the best ‘man’ on the staff. They are all right, too, for advice to girls and stories about starving orphans.” Barbara turned on him with blazing eyes. “At any rate, Mr. Sullivan, women are more likely than men to be sober when a big story breaks.” “Wow. Babs!” yelled Bob in glee. ’“What a knockout blow. Sinbad hasn’t much on that score." “But I never thought you were a cat, Babs. Guess you’ve been working too late nights and forgetting your daily dozen. Old temper’s on the warpath.” “I’m not a cat." snapped Barbara. “But 1 get so tired of superior males. I’m not always responsible. Sinbad knows I like him. But he also knows I’m just as good a newspaper ’man’ as there is on this staff. And I get just as good assignments.” “Oh, Miss Hawley, Mr. Wells wants to see you," Miss Badger’s voice cut In. Babara turned, startled. It was the first time that the society editor had ever volunteered a remark to her. WeLls looked up with his chronic frown of anxiety when Barbara approached. “You’ll find a stack of letters over on that table —lovelorn mail. Miss Badger tells me she no longer has time for the column. And I said I’d hand it over to you. Better look ’em over tonight and pick out some snappy ones for tomorrow." "Lovelorn,” repeated Barbara, aghast. “Sure, Dotty Dimple’s advice to young girls, Wlnnlfred’s Warnings, you know- the stuff.” “What’s the matter, Babs?” asked Bob, when she returned to the group. Sinbad Sullivan was just lurching away to the elevator. Barbara turned a face toward him, half-humorous, half-tragic. “Wells has given me the lovelorn column.” She dumped the mass of mall on her

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desk. Lavender, and pink envelopes predpminated. Bob opened his mouth to roar, but changed his mind and shut it again. “Well,” he said, his eyes twinkling. '“This has the elements of great tragedy. I can see that.” Barbara’s face was more solemn. "Cut It out. Bob,” she retorted. “llow would you like to do advice to young girls and Winnifred’s Warnings?”

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

“Right In my line,” said Bob. “But, of course, we men don’t ever get a chance at that kind of assignment. Tough!” Barbara walked away. She could not trust herself to speak. She found Miss Badger standing beside her. ‘You’ll learn the lovelorn column Is quite a task. Miss Hawley. Every letter has to be answered, either In

print, or personally. And you have to be very careful whit advice you give. Always be conservative, you know. Tell ’em to come in at 9 p. m. and never to kiss anybody they’re not engaged to, and ;iever give any advice that will break up a home, or stir wives to revolt, or anything like that. “Quito a responsibility, really. But you’ll get along all right. You’ve reached years of discretion yourself.” “Thank you, Miss Badger.” Barbara’s voice was velvety. “You should know. How many years Is It that you’ve run this column—ls or 20?” She turned and walked back to her desk. Bob came back to her. “I say, Babs, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You’ve always been such a good scout that I thought we could tease you.” “I know. Bob,” she answered. “But I can t Imagine what’s wrong with me lately. I'm cross and snappy all the time, and there are days when I hate everybody around me. I’m afraid I’m getting to* be a sour old woman already, and I’m only 25. What'll I be when I’m 35?” “Well,” said Bob gravely, “if you don’t get hold of yourself and live more sensibly, you’ll be another Miss Badger at her age. You’re burning the candle at both ends, Babs workhappen to think of it. You'd better ing all hours and eating when you take a tumble and let up a bit.” A few minutes later she left the office on her way to a beauty parlor. “I want a shampoo and marcel and a facial massage and a manicure,” she said to the crisp woman In charge. “And I want somebody to fuss over me without talking to me. I’m so tired of this universe I am afraid I’d shriek If any one even spoke to me.” “You're a business woman, aren’t you?” replied the woman. “We get lots of customers Just like you. In fact, the bulk of our business comes from Just such girls. I think we can make you comfortable.” The next two hours were a blissful series of warm lathers and cold cream pats and delicately perfumed rinses. Barbara lay under the deft hands of ‘he girl operator, enjoying

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every process In complete relaxation. She closed her eyes and almost went to sleep during the massage. Two women were talking in the next booth. “It sure makes me sick,” said a harsh voice, “the way these sheltered women talk about us working girls spending qjir money in beauty shops and for clothes and thing*. They seem to think a woman viho stays at home and lives on some man has a better right to a marcel than the Jane that gets out and earns the $2 herself. >, “Should see my boss’ wife. Every time she comes Into the office she gives my hair the once over and then looks as if she’d like to see me struck by lightning for my sinful extravagance. “Tell you, a woman that works all 'day In an office has got to have some beauty helps. With all she can do, she’s an old woman years before her time, wrinkled with worry and pale and stringy-haired. “She hasn’t no time to take care of her hair and skin, or to get any exercise or recreation. Gosh! Mabel, wouldn’t I grab some man If he only hov in sight!” "It’s a hard life,” came the voice of the, operator. “Nobody realizes It but the women who have to do it.” Barbara found herself listening intently. The discussion went on, taking more and more the tone of an impassioned harangue. “All this rot about the new woman and her Independence—blah! What the heck does a woman care about independence? All she wants or need In this world Is some good looks and good clothes and a man to take care of her. Us women weren’t meant to battle the world for ourselves. “Would I be a clinging vine? Say, bo. Just give me the chance!” Barbara opened her eyes and looked at the calm face of the girl who was marceling her hair. “How many do you get like that?" she asked. replied the girl. "They don’t all talk so much. But they all feel the same way. And they’re all here to save their beauty, for some man, or get some beauty they never had. Sometimes it’s a definite man, and sometimes it’s just Man —the species. But if all the men should die off, every beauty

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

THURSDAY, DEC. 24, 1925

shop would go bankrupt over night, and the word marcel would paps out of the language.” Barbara looked at her reflection In the glass. Her skin was freshened by the treatment and her hair lay in shining streamers that were falling into sleek waves under the operator’s irons. With the disquieting conversation still in her mind. Barbara looked more critically at her face, and smiled with satisfaction-’ What a cat Miss Badger had been ‘.o speak of her as though she were getting really old! The girl had stopped in the middle of the marcel, and was bending over Barbara. “What about coming* in some day, Miss Hawley," she asked, "and having one of our new mud pucks, followed by electric vibration? It’s fine for tiny wrinkles and for bleaching circles around the eyes. I'll guarantee that by the time you’ve had two or three of the treatments, you won’t look a day over 27.” • • • SHE interurban was flying between gray November fields. Barbara lay hack with her hat pulled over her eyes, trying to rest. The -new marcel had caught her hair up in close boyish lines about her ears. ' s -j She was trying not to think. 'was still • a half hour before she - would reach her home station. The lights In the car had Just been turned on, and commuters were rustling the pages of their newspapers and talking In monotones. “Been noticing this new real estate firm?" said somebody in front of her, “Going big, looks like. See the Telegraph says they’re going to throw millions Into the new Vale Acres development scheme. Show Indianapolis what progress really means. Better get Manners or Stone to come and talk before the Civitas Club next Tuesday noon. They're big men, with a big idea." “All the same,” replied a drawling voice, "I wouldn’t put a brass nickel in anything that chap Manners is interested in. I don’t like his eye, or his taste in women cither.” Barbara sat bolt upright. (To Re Continued)