Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 171, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 November 1934 — Page 19

N'OV. 27, 1934

nrr.nr hirf todat Am K' > *r. pr *‘?jr r.<s -0 **:;* 1h r- .v r.! v-' to F*T Os hr B -* On tn* day of :fe# * a to-.t* ran 'c;rp'! fc tr 'nt trWib * rom** to tsar r : • :o t. #p- - Afr h- >•• Ar.n Cr.i a t * mm rr.:.r.g and .n ita P-f a rota t anad r K and IV) A-.n £•■ t a l:trar:an and “la*".dir -h Sarah Knt. a.ao #' r ■ • *.:4 irin 6bt Tor.y ' - mrc:al a* .• ar.d : at--1 fcr rthotsrr Sarah *rr.a her • • and rraaponst hi*. Th c*■ f ::Brar an *nd Am to tee rtea <-.d P*'r Kr,d>i. fao*ory oarer, to oft'atn perxij .or. to open a branch of the i.fcrar - m Ker.da..ood factory < eatful Re- • I Ith | a roadavr dr.rer by a yousy mas. SOW GO ON WITH THE STORT INSTALLMENT FOUR < Continued? "But—" Aral began indignantly. “1 m very sorry, miss, but It would be useless to ask ram—” Ann's face crimsoned. How xtu- ! p.d to stand here arguing with a servant, sending messages to that terrible old man! She went out :de. stepped into the roadster and drove away. It was because she started off in a rather reckless burst of speed, anx: .us to put distance between herself and old Peter Kendall’s house, that she almost collided with another car coming at a swift clip stlso.

Afterward she realized that quick thinking on the part of the driver of the other car had probably saved a collision. He swung sharply to one side as Ar.n turned the comer, narrowly ma-smsf the ditch. Ann halted a short distance away and looked back. The man had stopped al.o ar.d now was backing his car toward her. CHAPTER FIVE NOW,’* Ann thought, “I'm in for a lecture.” She said, as the gray roadster drew alongside, “You don't have to tell me that was dumb driving. I know it.” And then she stopped in amazement. “I was about to admit it was all mv fault,” the man in the gray car beeain. It couldn't be. Ann told herself. And yet it certainly was the same young man who had stopped at her home in Georgia while his automoDhe tire was being changed. I hope your mother liked the vase,” Ann said. The young man leaped from his car and came forward, extending hand. ' You!” he said. “Where die. you come from? First I spring us: on % our doorstep and then you—"s “Almost run over you,” Ann laughed.

•It wasn't nice of you to leave rr. r than the vase was worth. I war n't accepting charity,” she said. • I’m sorry if I appeared officious, i p;iid what I thought it was worth. It wa.> worth as much as that, wasn’t it.” ••.\t one time.” Ann c&nceded. dov-btcdly. W I've always understood good thh ip value with age." “Still.” Ann said. “I’ll always think you took an unfair advantage.” Asa matter of fact. I didn’t give that vase to my mother after all I kept it in memory of a very p’fvsant interlude.” He smiled at her. • I'verything turned out very well.” Ann slowly. "VYi. .t are you doing now—here?” h* ask' and. Pern mbering her errand, her failure, Ann said: “I’m on my way to r> p . t a failure to the head of the library where I work.” As he looked mystified, she r} into an explanation: warm: . to her subject as she saw the nit rested light in the young man's eyes. “But of course.” she concluded. “Mr. Griffin won't really blame me. He wouldn’t have sent me, probably. if he had known how terrible that old man is.” “So you think he’s terrible!” “I know he is,” said Ann indignantly. •*He probably wouldn’t have seen you if you had come 100 miles.” the your. : man said. "Besides, you must remember, he didn’t let you come He didn't know anything about it.” Ann said, a little vexed. “You wouldn't be taking his side if you kr.ew how ill-mannered he is.” “I'm really sorry you had the trip for nothing. It happens I'm going to sot* him now. Suppose you try again, with me.” "Th nk you. but I think not. He practically put me out.” “S you work at the city library?” “Yes.” “I'm surprised.” “Don't I look like a librarian?” “Not in the least.”

This Curious W >rld Ferguson

MO TWO total EVER CAM S liH HAPPEN h jfi NEARER. E 9 kmMeWt ; B each g|| OTHEC. 11 &* JW THAN K EStßSbkm.*. jB ONE 4* Sjßfik, -JuSy hundqed \ : ' v ' SEVENTY- ■ BHHBWB SEVEN DAYS ■ IN 1C33.. — /7>\ $125,000,000 // y ]\ // / V/AS PA\D FOR TO VS vi ev_y L- I L MADE IN THE UNITED STATES, AMD TWO CC'i >?/ s\ V® >Nw 7^M^sS2^ >A QUARTER. T>A MILLION DOLLARS T__ WORTH WERE BROUGHT f^" USt FROM OTHER. Ta,ES - ajggu, JT ' -^gEayggss A O-AM OF EASTERN* UN'ED STATES, CESEMBI.ES .tVT* 11 THE Blade OF A rV razor. 31 - ivun sit Sf VKI WC 5

FROM flures of the United States Department of Commerce, on the amount of money paid out annually to manufacturers for toys, it may be assumed that about twenty out of every thousand dollars of a merer an income is spent for childrens toys. • • • NEXT—What language contains the most slant?

I "You thought w wore spectacles and slicked our hair?” “No. but I su; pec ted a harassed expression.” “Gracious! Don't I look harassed now?” His eyes twinkled. “You look like —well, like girls should look aU the time.” “Sweet of you.” smiled Ann. “but I have my moments of reversion to typ* ” “Don't worry too much.” he said. “They'll probably be able to work things out at the library.” “Geod-bv. I hone you'll havp better luck than I had,” Ann said. The shining little roadster tore back at a rapid rate. In less than ar. hour Ann was entering ‘he library. Sarah looked up as Ann came in. Ts was a wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Wonderful?” “I don't see how you did it—yet I was sure you would.” “I don't know what you are talking about.” "Ann, Mr. Kendall’s grandson . phoned a few minutes ago and said everything was arranged. We can nave the space for the branch—and rent free.”

"Sarah! I didn’t even see him*” "Well, you did something. You must have seen somebody.” “Not a soul except the servant, and on the way back—Sarah, who did you say phoned?” “Peter Kendall.” Ann said slowly, wonderingly, P K.” “What did you say?” “Nothing. What is the grandson ake?” a a a began an elaborate description. Peter Kendall had gray eyes with a hint of humor in them, a nicely chiseled nose, a strong mouth with a hint of obstinacy about the chin. “His grandfather adores him. they say.” Sarah continued. "After he as graduated at Harvard he won honors at the Beaux Arts in architecture and then walked off with first honors in a Junior engineering competition.” Ann said, in a queer voice, “Part of the description seems to fit. Oh, Sarah, if you knew' what awful things I said about Mr. Kendall to his grandson!” Tony wanted to celebrate what he termed Ann's entry into “polite society.” He had a democratic scorn for the pretensions of the rich “So you’ve been hobnobbing writh millionaires,” he said. "Anyway, Tony, rich people are people. Well, at least I know one nice rich man.” “No, they are not. They are a bunch of snobs.” He asked after a moment. "Who is the nice man?” "Peter Kendall.” There was a frown between Tony’s eyes. “Big man helping little girl.” “Not at all,” Ann denied. “Look here, Ann. If he tries any iunny business —” “There's no reason for you to get hot and bothered,” Ann laughed. Besides, Sarah told me his weakness is a beautiful blond named Valeria Bennett.”

“I believe I've heard that,” Tony said, pleasantly enough now. Early that evening Ann and Tony were part of a'milling crowd at the . ment park. It was fun to cling to Tony in “The Crazy House”; to become almost frightened wandering about the maze; romantic to drift with him in the little gonuola at the “One Night in Venice” concession. And then the chutes. Taking tneir places, ready for the long, breathless dash to the water below. The spill, and Ann coming up to oe caught in Tony’s arms. And ihen his wet face against her own, as he kissed her. "For goodness sakes! Can’t you wait until we re out of the water?” Ann said, trying to sound sophisticated and nonchalant. a u b C CROSSING the river on the little i chugging boat. Tony's light manner vanished. There was a gentleness in his manner that was new to him. He was, he said, as though the words held significance, going after a very neat contract. If he got it he’d b$ pretty well fixed during the next year. He'd always thought a man should be sure of his financial status before settling down—- “ Yes.” Ann agreed. "You don't know a thing about seeping house or cooking, do you Ann?” “No, but I can—l could learn.” (To Be Cont'nued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

11~7 7 UFA-3UST "BEST WACvll ) 4 howdy / [^TRAINING*— am' WTo s-\ot>% -LUG-r# k'# having \tHAX table! ROOF La PLAYS TRAINING. can WE HOLDHIM/ THREAT, \S TOR / NOW, AIM' L L AT th* LINE OT--,slo 60 AERIAL; U / ] THIS WILL 1 KEACH FAR J rAY Jr BE /AY FIRST \ r N. y>'REAL HOYiE-La rETD J\ c S?!^P,^ NO VOSS' T tor> youw^ ii

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

™ V/ELL.YA GOTTA J / DOHT WORRY ABOUT TWAT KID? 1 -v SIGNALS... C LOCK. f THEY P& ASKIN* DONT YOU REALIZE THAT LEAVE HIM IN,MOW? f \ f WE’IL FIND SOME WAV OUT OF ) f \ J CORMAT’CN C 1§ FOR NEW SIGNALS.' S FRECKLES HAS THE WRONG Yol! TOOK DODO OUT, \ COUNT L HE Ll 1 HOPE M I SIGNALS M THEY DONT KNOW XvAKE ME SIGNALS? I SWITCHED ALL 1 FRECKLES RE- jMV SO* 14..36...k3.~ # OVER M THE ONES HE i UP WHEN MY PLAYS AND FORMATIONS pLAfCED HIM...THAT \ HAIRS, 19- SHIFT..— * Md KNOWS. AND HE,- ) ITS ALL * WHEN I FOUND THAT $ LEAVES US WITHOUT ) WILL "YbU,, 1 . OOESNT KNOW A )GVER,B'PF.' L. PAPER MISSING.'/ /£? ANV MORE QUARTER- V BIFF/ J ‘ H L THE ONES THEY 'S I CANT — _ . ' ' ' - ' ‘‘‘/cv.'

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

PJONSENSE, PRINCESS. PRINCE'') ("STRIKE UP A \( BE A MICE VTomI^^LUNTPoX ’Hilbert iss bright ess a tune on vouc \ gov, ppincev.J duce vou to vdur lOLLAR. J —/, . s- OLD HATBAND. s _ BRIDE-TO-BE. ,

ALLEY OOF

SO wp-gp Al.LOnm' /WELL. POOZV. I SURE MATE T'gUN IHBBH TO V\Aul AGAINST J \ OUT ON 'rA, BUT I'VE ANOTHER. SBMMM LEM, AT DAWN .> J MATT EG TO TEMP TQ/FOCE

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

u\/\/xo mil/ nun l/i/ijuu 1 f GOGH*. VOCTtTA ME&G OV MES6EG l VTG - +ll f , G.OMMA IAV4t AVL MV VOWA. POWtd, K \*_)ooT6 \DEA A SWt\A. SENSE OP UOMOR AMO | \ "/■(Z/M/f''* / f\ OV \MW\M6 ALL TH’ VQtEH A\R \M TvV CAT&KWAjS J&M/A V* ' / \ MOW, ,wo

TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

The Queen looked sadly at Tarzan as her mood changed. “Come.” she said, “we shall go to the temple together and perhaps Thoos may answer the questions in my heart.” She struck a resounding bronze disc, and ordered the guard which would accompany her in regal splendor to the temple.

Shop in the "Buy-Way”—Downstairs at Ayres—Where You SAVE on Everything for Home and Family!.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

In the brilliant procession, NCnone rode in a golden chariot drawn by lions. Tomos walked on one side of the glittering car. Tarzan on the other, where formerly Erot had walked in honor. Tarzan was uneasy, for he knew not what fateful mystic rites he would witness within the strange temple of Thoos.

—By Ahem

OUT OUR WAYi

' 1 GOT' THAT DEER BECAUSE \ . X GOT MY DEER \ I KNEW THE VELOCITY OP THIS 1 \ BECAUSE I DIDN'T \ RIFLE AND THE TP?AJECTOPY OP \ KNOW A TH(N<a \ THE PROJECTILE-IV PACT, L HAVE \ ABOUT THET STUFPf .1 STJDIED BALLISTICS THOROUGHLY. \ TH 1 DEER WOULD I —ONE MUST KEEP IN MIND THE \ q C GO w acpoCE J iV U W'A OP THE BULLET—FOR INSTAncc- Jv Th FiRsT PRiNCiPLEW ' iT.RwhuiAwe, THE EXPERT AND THE WIZARD WO rr

oav DfCKOCy MOCK, -THE A f please, philbertAgh, pirenan? SE JUMPED OPP THE DOCt/. DOT'S NO VAV TO J PI REMAN, —' TREAT A LUFPER. J SAVE MV

r ( DO VEE STUFF, PINNY- WE GOTTACeANWhII^SOMBWIERE V PIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO OOOLA, >, /Ni the MOOVIAN JUNGLES-' we can y

VOtAA. ©UVkW-VOO AM I * \ 6000 - . J \jtT'6 6ET MOM* CAM TA\OE / CAM SWS TAAT VUVTU UJUOtA ARE. TV\ CbO'NGVOOP. SViNtt* i SHE'S ACTOAU.V <=>o\N<j SOU GOING? VOGGAfct HOVO'i-V WE. ROADBTtQ AN* ATO \JEV AMO ME v R\OE ? VEAO TVA' WIAV V E>t AV.OME. ,W>\TWOUT / / \ AM' TW’ 1 E.urT\M6 \M ? W)V\AT IM m|J.— X Vr F CAKI VOUVOIAi (-A tub. uooqvo '(k cm. OT, .Mi ■ ’ -

*Then Tarzan saw a group of priests leading a slave girl in chains. As they walked they chanted a strange hymnal giberish which the ape-man could not understand. procession halted. The holy men bound the girl to the chariot of Nemone, as Tarzan gazed in wonder. Then the procession re-4, sumed its solemn march.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Soon Tarzan’s keen eyes saw from afar the secred portals of the temple. And he was surprised to see, too. that the sentry was the giant Phobeg, whose life he had spared in the arena. And beside beg stood a young woman whispering in his ear, nwhile glancing significantly toward Tarzan 1

- COM3O PAG*

—By Williams

—By Blosser

—By Crane

—By Hamliri

—By Martin