Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 140, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 October 1933 — Page 11

OCT. 21, 1933

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BEGIN HIRE TOIMV 808 WK?TON - ~ of a Sw York XT..:: - nc •(> M -r.phU sn '.. T • '•:> plant owr.fd i t • . ,r-r H* f;IU in love with i JOAN ISO : ’.fi-mpr!s girl. TANARUS! * rema pr'lreppiljr until | .1- ... . Bob ' ;r.v <v! "o a house 1 l.r- : ■:<■ -heir.;!.* of BAR- • JiAPA COLTiTSTY ■ho .< Tying to win !. •■•vged r. JIM WAW-IFLI/ anoTier gueit at the partv. j During the next few weeks Bob turn* to I! . - • • for -j.rojaMon ; He i.i : ' jrv :c e.t-ar up the | “"r ■V J : .r." ". r PAT is ! 1- • :. . ... -1 JKKRY ' KOR.r"f>TRR. ,-r ■ .rkilled Bobs j father t <•;><!' aro-i! -he accident in a ; ne ’ : v, ft ~:id *>:■ Bob not to see Joan ! oral:.. I Pat hrnrt.-.ric. runs awav to New v ! - next train aft'r v,'.. , *i.e Truvelers A.d to detain , her • r !-,♦ , T-i , the Travelers' Aid -• i--r‘r; reNew York* f;V . JONES, a model, who vm\ bli'o'.V WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY < Continued) Hf.iV‘ nr ‘ The exclamation spoke volumes. Well," the other Kiri " ’ on, "if you land a job it ? on’t be coaching. Maybe, thougl you ■ uld be a model. Ti. ' what I do—at Himbel’s mo. - And sometimes I pose for soap advertisements. My face isn • n.y fortune but my arm holding a now white cake of soap—well, you wouldn’t believe it!" I don’t know,” said Joan hesitantly, "if I could do anything like that—” “Aid n't sold on the proposition, are you? Well, you have the right to suit yourself. If you ever want to talk your troubles over, call me up.’ •'-■•up drew a card from her puree and scribbled across It. Joan took the card and read, ‘‘Kate Jone-. Woodmere Apartments,” followed by a telephone numbs r. She thanked the stranger who . ..'id "Forget it! You’d make ;t swell model li luck runs away from you. call A week later, frightened by her fast diminishing funds and with the stabbing fear that she must leave New York without finding Pat, Joan took up the telephone and called the number Kate Jones had given her. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE IT was a gay, little place. Joan had never imagined anything quite like Kate Jones' apartment. There were bright draperies at th* ir.tlmv Bright: cushions. Modernistic und flaming sketches on the wall, and black furniture. Near a window a brilliant parrot in a bright green cage was talking shrilly And, completing in.- exotic picture, Kate and Pally in their decorative lounging costumes. "Take a look at this," screamed the parrot as Joan stood hesitantly in the doorway. Kate Jones, uncurling her long length from a sofa said cordially, ‘ Come in and don't let that crazy bird embarrass you. She has a sharp tongue and a dull mind. It didn’t take you long to get here." "Shut up," shrilled the parrot. ' I don’t know why I stand her," said Kate, smiling. "She’s just one of many bad habits. Sally,” she turned to the other girl, "you remember Joan, don’t you? I’m going to teach her how to walk right up to Old Man Business with a ’’gimme" look in her eye. Good looks and nerve. You can’t miss if you’ve got 'em!" Presently they were sitting at a tabs' on which was spread as appetising meal. The linen was fresh and the china was dainty. J mi was thinking that this vast city where young girls fought every incii of the way for a living, was very real. Memphis seemed less real now, and very far away. Perhaps she could never get the slant on life these girls had. but already she could sec stanch qualities behind their light and brittle conversation. It had been thoughtful of Kate to ask her to come to dinner, generous to take in a stranger. "I've an inspiration!” said Kate, after the meal was concluded. "But first you’ll have to show me. I'm not from Missouri, but a little town just over the border in Illinois gave me the same ideas. Can you really sing or were you just paying compliments to yourself?” u a a JOAN smiled. "I sing some, but I don't expect an audition at the Metropolitan. ” Mod* t, huh? Well—let’s hear you!” Joan looked from Kate to Sally, hesitatin n she stood up before her .-trap!,e audience—two sophisticated girls and a green and red parrot, cocking its head and gazed at her speculatively. The words—in Italian—meant nothing to Kate, but Joan's voice.

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exquisitely clear with a quality of haunting sweetness and pathos, stirred her. She surveyed Joan wonderingly. “Gee, child! Why didn't you tell us you could sing like that? What is that queer thing any way? It turns on the tear drops, all right. Say, am I getting sentimental or what?" “It’s ‘Caro Nome’ from the opera Rigoletto.’ I sing it because I love it, though I know I don’t really do it properly." “Oh. yeah?” said Kate. She continued to stare at Joan. "Listen, Galli Curci. I know a girl who does a song and dance at the Jigsaw. Ever hear of the place? No, you wouldn't. It's a very swanky night club. Nobody ever knows what they'll see or hear or do there. And so everybody goes to find out. It’s one of the few places that’s always crowded in these dull days. I’m going to take you there to meet the manager.” “A night club?" Joan asked slowly. “Gosh. Are you going to be choosey?" “But a night club,” Joan said again. "Oh, I couldn't!” "Yes, they’re terrible places,” mocked Kate. “Mink coats, diamond bracelets—yeah! But I know one girl there who is supporting an invalid mother and a brace of sisters on her salary. Don’t be redic, Joan! You needn’t ride home in a limousine or live in a love nest if you prefer subways and coal flats.” “You must think I'm absurd,” Joan said. a a a rp NCOURAGED, Kate went on. “Sally may have different notions because these blond Loreleis can't be trusted. But, as for me, I’m getting a plain gold wedding band from a red-haired boy friend soon instead of a diamond and platinum choker from the head of the firm. Just a matter of taste, which is hard to account for. “The Jigsaw girls get opportunities to make money in other ways, too—like singing at swell parties. What do you think of the idea?” Joan was turning the idea over in her mind. “You want to stay in New York, don't you?" said Kate, clinching the argument. Joan did want to stay in New York. She must stay in New York. “When can we see your friend?” she asked, definitely committing herself. "No time like the present,” said Kate. “I’ll call her up .right now. After her numbers are finished she goes home to mother because she has inhibitions.” "The manager of the Jigsaw' has been a riot in New York,” Sally added. "Lots of lovely ladies spend their spare change just to get a look at him.” Joan dressed carefully next day, putting aside her doubts and apprehensions. Kate met her during the noon hour and shortly afterward they were in the small waiting room adjoining the club manager’s private office. “Well, darling, on the minute!” Kate said, as a pretty girl entered the room. “Bea, this is the girl I was telling you about. Joan, meet New York's cutest tap dancer.” The pretty brunet smiled at Joan and led the way to a private office. Barney Blake looked up when the trio entered. He had turned almost impatiently as the door opened, but his impatience seemed to slip from ; him suddenly. a a a • JOAN decided in a brief appraisal that night club managers must ! be quite different than she had expected. At least this one was. He had a tanned face, hazel eyes, a | whimsical mouth and dark brown hair that was inclined to w r ave. “This is Miss Jones, Mr Blake, and her friendv-ihe girl I told you about.” said Bea .Benson. “Your name?” Blake’s eyes were i appraising Joan. “Joan Waring.” “Tliat’s a nice name. And can | you really sing?” Without waiting for an answer he turned to Bea. “Tell Andy to come here,” he said. Bea returned with a dark-eyed young man. He had sleek, blond hair and a definitely bored manner. He selected some music from a rack and sat down at the piano. "Let her sing that Carey thing,” called Kate excitedly. “Cora Nome,” said Joan. (To Be Continued)

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The men paid no attention to her protests, but continued closing in upon the ape-man. All of which Tarzan, standing quietly behind the tree, was aware of. His face alert, he stood for several seconds, listening. . . . Suddenly there came a loud scream from the girl.

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At Jean’s scream, Tarzan moved out from behind the tree and looked excitedly. The three men wheeled about abruptly and, to their horror, saw a large ape with Jean in his arms, swinging up into one of the trees and disappearing. All three raised their rifles but hesitated to fire.

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Once more Tarzan uttered his cry, this time exultantly! He swung up the tree behind which he had been standing. Hearing that ringing call, the white men turned about to see the ape-man disappearing. Holt raised his rifle and fired rapidly twice in succession. *•

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