Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 141, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 October 1933 — Page 13

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BFf,rV HFRF TODAY JOAN WARING pretty Memphis elrl, and 808 WE3TON son of a New York millionaire, rr.ee 1 in Memphis and fall In love The romance progresses happily until Joan and Bob are invited to a house par’y. Through the scheming of BARBARA COURTNEY who is trying to win Bob Joan and Bob become estranged. Meanwhile PAT WARING. Joan's younger .Ister is in an automobile accident and ~'F.RRY FORRESTER, her escort, is itiiled. The far 1 "hat they had iust come from a road house ana that erry had been drinking appears in the newspapers. Bobs father reads about the accident and asks Bob to give up Joan. Pat rur, away o New York, leaving a note explaining that she feels she has brought only unhappiness to the family. Joan follows and Degins a search for her sister and also for a Job which will enable her to remain in New York. Aided bv KATE JONES a model, Joan is given a tryout, bv BARNEY BLAKE, night club owner Joan waits breathlessly to learn whether or not she has won a Job NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 'Continued) The accompanist lifted his eyebrows slightly. From another rack he took more music. His hands rippled over the keys and Joan began singing. She was conscious that the arrogance had dropped from the youth who was playing. Suddenly she knew that he was putting his heart into the music. "Hmn!" said Blake when Joan had finished the song. He was regarding her intently. There was a light in his eyes. ‘"Now,” he said. "Let’s see what she can do with something a little different. Try her on this!” He selected a song that was one of the season’s newest. "A little ballad with the kind of sentiment and rhythm that makes a hit these days,” he said. ‘ Play it over once, Andy.” The accompanist obeyed. ‘‘Got the swing of it?” Blake asked Joan. She nodded and waited for the introduction to be played again. The song was light, but it had melody, rhythm, and Joan sang it with feeling. "That will be all, Andy,” Blake said abruptly. “Bea, will you and Miss Jones wait outside for a few minutes?” Kate waited until the door had closed behind them. “Gosh, I’m scared pink,” she said. “Do you think she has a chance?” "What do you think?” Bea asked, smiling. "I couldn’t guess. One minute I thought he liked her fine. And the next minute I wasn't so sure. He looked at her so hard, kind of frowning.” "If you ask me I’d say your friend has landed with both feet,” Bea said wisely. In his private office Barney Blake leaned forward, smiling. He said, "We are going to be friends, aren’t we?” CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO . . JOAN looked at the night club manager without replying. He went on, whimsically, but with a current of seriousness behind the words. “Don't mind me. Miss Waring. I'm always jumping fences instead of stopping to open gates. It’s just my way of getting past a lot of preliminaries which really are unimportant. We move fast in this business. What I mean is that it isn’t going to be difficult for us to understand each other,” he concluded. He smiled then, and Joan smiled back. People instinctively liked Barney Blake. His infectious smile and boyishness won them completely. He was shifting papers in a desk drawer, frowning a little. "Here it is. Just luck that I have it.” He smoothed out a newspaper clipping and handeed it to Joan. Her eyes were caught by bold, black headlines and the picture of a masked woman. “Europeans have a flair for the unusual.” Blake was saying. ‘They do things beautifully that we would be afraid to attempt. We Americans always are putting a curb on our enthusiasms because we are so afraid of ridicule.” Joan waited, bewildered. She was sure this was not the usual approach to a business arrangement. This young man was going all around the field instead of jumping fences. “When I was in Monte Carlo several years ago,” he went on, “I was in one of the elaborate night clubs which had a large and wealthy patronage. The place was packed every night principally because of a singer—an attractive woman who was always masked. People are really like children. You must humor them in a lot of foolish notions! a s INCIDENTALLY, the singer disappeared one night. At the same time an American woman

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missed a costly diamond necklace. Guests remembered afterward that the singer had stopped near the Americans to untangle her scarf which had caught on a chair. The police worked on the case, but the woman never was found. She simply removed her mask, and escape was simple." Joan was becoming more bewildered. "It sounds like the fiction I always was encouraged to leave on the bookshelves,” she said. “Are you planning to involve me in a jewel robbery?” ‘Hardly! I've built my business on unexpected things. I am preparing to offer you a chance now because I believe we can put over an idea I’ve had in mind for four years. I'm taking you on as one of my singers and you will sing in a mask. Other cabarets have tried the same thing, but I mean to do it differently.” When Joan reached the hotel she found a telegram waiting for her. It read, "Received long letter from Pat. She has job and is living with another girl. Gave no address but promised one soon. Am writing tonight. Mother.” Joan sat down and cried over the telegram, the burden of anxiety slipping from her with her tears. Now she could bear looking out of the window at the millions of lights. Pat was safe. Pat had found work. Clever, efficient, level-headed little Pat. Oh, if she could only see her tonight! It was a long while before Joan could think of her own new job. She had been vaguely troubled at the Idea of singing in a night club but had pushed aside her scruples. The melodramatic plan to have her wear a mask changed all that. She could sing at the “Jigsaw” and no one would be wiser. Masking seemed silly but i would make the job much easier. Blake had terminated the interview a little abruptly. “There’ll be SSO a week for you in it. Perhaps more later on if the act goes over. n a a JOAN smiled. Fifty dollars a week was a fortune! She went to the window and looked out at the brilliant play of lights against the velvet background of the sky; the shining electrical display dwarfing the stars. They seemed like shining pin points in a black canopy. That was illusion. Small things appearing big and vast and infinite things seeming little and unreal. “It seemed cheap to sing in a night club,” she was thinking, “but when I took the job I was thinking of finding Pat. Now- it’s only fair to go through with it. Besides I won’t leave Pat in New York. When I go home I want to take her with me.” Joan went to the small desk in the corner of the room and wrote: "Darling Mother, you will never know how happy your telegram made me. I guess you do know, because all the anxiety and fear must have fallen from you when Pat’s letter came. "It was just like that with me. I was so happy I cried. I have been nearly frantic with fear for three weeks, but I didn’t want you to know that. I will write Pat tonight, care of general delivery, and beg her to tell me where she is staying. “I am going to stay in New York as long as Pat does. I have a job singing at a night club. Don’t be shocked about it. It really is a nice place and the manager isn’t at all what you’d expect. "He loks just like any young business man and he is as nice as can be. They say he’s just a smart Yankee who’s made a lot of money because he manages to out-guess the crowd that comes to his club—always giving them some new or different sort of entertainment, Barney is his name. "One of the girls told me he went to college but didn’t want to practice law and somehow he turned out to be a night club manager. “In my act I am to wear a mask and I’m never to take it off until I return home at night. Os course in the day time I'm just Joan Waring, but at night I'll be singing old songs like ‘Love Brings a Gift of Roses,’ wearing a lovely oldfashioned frock. And there’s a gypsy song with a gorgeous gypsy costume. I think I like that best. Really the job is going to be fun—” Bill grinned when his mother finished the letter. “Sounds like our little Joan sort of likes that night club fellow. What do you say, mother?” His mother said, “Nonsense, Bill! Don’t be foolish." (To Be Continued)

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“Bwana!” he cried, excited. The men saw him pointing at a fern which was spattered with blood. “Blood!” exclaimed the black man. As he saw the proof of his marksmanship, Holt cried, exultantly: "I’ve hit him!” It was true one of Holt's bullets had strtick Tarzan, the Ape Man!

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At length, painfully, he came to an open place in the jungle. Here, it was necessary for him ta climb down. By half-climbing and half-falling, he managed to reach the ground, and staggered across the open place. It was getting dark. Tarzan felt himself growing weaker.

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