Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 215, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 January 1935 — Page 9

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(Continued From Page One) his emotion communicated itself to her drawing her toward him but almost as quickly it receded. "Don’t. Carlos, please! Someone will see you,” she remonstrated. Later when they hrd left .he car she tried to resum* their former friendly footing. With her arm through his they walked up the deserted street toward her home. ••Don't be cross with me, Carlos! What have I done?" "There are girls in San Francisco who are crazy to dance with me.” "I know that." "They wouldn't expect me to take them out and give nothing in return.” "What do you mean?” “You won t even kiss me.” “I am not interested in kissing.” "You don t know anything about it.” "Maybe I don’t want to." He seized her hand. "I could teach you, Treasure. Same as I have to dance. Why do you think I've spent my evenings off all the.se weeks practicing as we have?” "I thought you wanted me for a tango partner.” "I want you for a sweetheart,’ he cried snatching her into his arms. ‘Think of the fun we can nave. I’ll take you dancing every Saturday night!” She stniggled against the Importunity of his embrace. "No. Carlos! I can’t. I love to dance with you but I’ll never be anybody's sweetheart.” "Os course you will.” “I won’t,” she insisted.

“You’ll probably marry the next guy that comes along,” he prophesied bitterly. "No, I won’t. I've seen enough of marriage to keep out of it the rest of my life.” Do vou mean your old man?” “Yes.” "Is he as mean to your mother as ever?” “Yes,” the girl said, ashamed. “I’d rather die than have to live ‘he way she does.” “But I wouldn’t be like that." ‘ How do I know' you wouldn’t? Do you suppose she expected him to be like that before she married him?” Carlos shrugged. They were approaching her porch and the main issue was a kiss and not the relationship of Treasure's parents. Slipping a hand beneath the girl’s round chin he pleaded. "Won't you even kiss me good night?” k She did not refuse but the kiss \ie took was as sweetly indifferent fes if it had been stolen from a child. "Good night, Carlos! It was nice of you to take me dancing.” a a a sighed and hurried down * the steps as she opened the door. Mike McGuire's rages were too well known in the neighborhood to be provoked unnecessarily. But although the lights were on in the living room it was Treasure's mother who was waiting. She sat huddled in an old shawl before a fireless grate and the face that she lifted to her daughter was so sodden with misery that Treasure cried involuntarily, “What's he done now?” "He’s gone," Ellen McGuire said. | Her faded hair hung in wisps j across her pinched cheeks. She had never even as a child looked young and now, although she was only 19 years older than her daughter, she looked more like 57 than the 37 she really was. "He said he was tired of us all,” the mother sobbed. "He was mad because I'm going to have another baby.” Treasure's eyes flashed. "He would be. How can you cry about it? I should think you'd be j glad to be rid of him.” "But he's taken his pay check. How* can we get along without it?" Treasure looked at the doors which led into the three bedroctns. "Terry and I can quit school and go to work.” she declared. "Don't worry, mama. We can manage some way.” Ellen had shaken her head with doubt but finally consented to go to bed. where she lay shivering with apprehension. It w-as the same bed where 18 years ago she had lain, pallid and exhausted while her new-born child howled at her side. "It's a girl. Ellen,” the neighbor woman who had been with her during the long confinement said sympathetically. Tears rolled from the young mother's closed eyelids. "Mike will be mad about it,” she whimpered. The other woman tossed her head. “If Mike McGuire had been here to see what you've been through he'd be grateful for anythine.” "He said he'd never forgive me if his first child was a girl. "Maybe he'll feel different about it when he sees what a darling she is." The mother stretched an eager arm toward the bundle on the bed. ‘ Is she pretty?" she demanded. • Prettiest baby I ever saw. She looks like a little doll.” "I'll love her enough for both ot i us,” Ellen said tenderly. "Little 'Treasure! My Treasure!” The name stuck. Mike McGuire,

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who gave one look and strode disgustedly from the room, professed no interest in the christening of his daughter. But to the 19-year-old Ellen the golden-haired, blue-eyed child was like an angel from heaven. Although in the ensuing 18 years she had presented her husband with four other children, three of them boys, not one was as dear to the mother’s heart as Treasure. Her beauty, which had developed like a flower in the sun of her mother's devotion, was the pride of Ellen's life. Left in a foundling's home at birth by her own chorus girl mother, adopted out at 14 to work for the McGuires where she had met Mike, the warm-hearted response of Treasure's affection was the only tenderness Ellen had ever known.

Her other children w r ere copying their father’s attitude to their mother almost before they were out of her arms, but Treasure was loyal and loving. "Never mind, mama, we can manage some w'ay,” had been her childish response many times when the burden of life seemed more than the older woman could bear. She had repeated it again that night on her return from the dance. But Ellen was unable to sleep for worrying. How could a girl of 18 and a boy 16 support a family of six?” "It can’t be done,” she thought. "But if they w'ere older or I weren’t so sick I'd be glad if I never had to see him again.

THE bedroom door opened quietly to admit Treasure looking like a little girl in her long nightgown. "Are you asleep, mama.” "No, dear! What’s the matter?” "Nothing, only I thought maybe you'd like to have me sleep with you.” "God bless the child,” Ellen thought as she climbed into bed and snuggled comfortably beneath the covers. Treasure was so tired that she fell asleep instantly tut the warmth of her unconscious body, the strength and courage of her youth reassured the despairing woman. “She’s been more to me than all the rest of them put together,” Ellen sighed before she slept. "Someday maybe I can make it up to her.” The next day brought a November sun brightly indifferent to human woes. Ellen opened her eyes to the sight of Treasure standing beside the bed. "I've made a cup of tea for you. mama.”

Ellen holding the cup in a shaking but graceful hand said, ‘‘You look as if you hadn’t a worry in the world.” ‘‘l haven’t! We haven’t! I’ve always hoped that some day he'd make good his threat to run away. Now that he’s really done it we know where we stand.” ‘‘But what will we live on, Treasure? Jobs are scarce enough even for men with experience.” ‘‘l’ve been talking it over with Terry and he's going to ask Mr. Gagen for a job delivering groceries.” ‘‘He already has a boy,” Ellen said dejectedly. ‘‘Maybe he can use another one. At any rate it can’t do any harm j to ask,” the girl insisted. Refreshed by the cup of tea Ellen rose to prepare breakfast for the rest of the family. Although weakly incompetent in her ability to cope with fate she was a capable housekeeper. And the children grouped about the oilcloth covered table were as healthy and handsome looking a lot as could be found in San Francisco. Treasure had inherited her blond coloring from her English grandmother, the chorus girl; from the same source came her husky, contralto voice. The other children had their father’s dark hair and smoky blue eyes. They were McGuires and as the 14-year-old Mat said “proud of it.” Even Mary, as developed at 12 as Treasure was at 18. curried favor with her father by showing her preference for his side of the family. Their attitude to their mother, copied from his, was a mixture of irritation and contempt. But today bereft of his presence and sobered by the fact that he had deserted them they ate their breakfast sullenly. “Where do you suppose he is?” Mat asked. “Can't the police find him and make him come back?” “We don’t want him back,” Treasure reminded him. passing a plate of hot buttered toast. “I do! I don’t want to starve,” Mary said. “Nobody’s going to starve. If every one will do their part.” j "What can I do, Treasure?” the 10-year-old Pat demanded anxiously. “You can sweep off the help Mary with the dishes.” "And what are you going to do?” Mary inquired. “Besides boss the rest of us?” “Don't worry about that!” the older sister answered confidently. Although it was Sunday, she insisted that Terry should go over to talk to the Fillmoi'e-st grocer. The boy. impressed by his own responsibility. came back to report that Mr. Hagen had no need for another boy. but would telephone a friend of his who had a larger store on O'Farrell-st. “It’s right between two apartment hotels,” Terry explained, “and Mr. Hagen says they have to make deliveries all hours of the day and night, so he thought they might be able to use me part-time, anyway." n a u PESSIMISTIC after years of seeing the worst always happen, Ellen bit her lip and said nothing. It was Treasure who patted the boy's shoulder, saying. “Well, that's fine. That’s pretty well for a start.” ‘Do you reahy think so, Treasure?” “Os course! You must go to see them the first thing tomorrow morning. If they use you only part time maybe you won’t have to stop school.” All the time Mary and Pat were washing the dishes Treasure remained in the bedroom. She ap-

peared finally dressed in her best dark blue dress. Mary gave one glance and cried, “Well. I like that. While I've been slaving in the kitchen you've been dolling up.” Treasure said darkly, "I've a big ; deal on.” "A big date, you mean. I suppose you're going out again with Carlos.” "I am this afternoon. If he comes before I get back ask him to wait for me. will you?” "I will not. Mama, I don't think it’s fair making me do the dishes while Treasure steps out.” "Hush, Mary," Ellen said more firmly than usual. "Where are you going, Treasure?” “I’ll tell you when I get back.” Ellen did not insist. "She is too level headed to do anything foolish,” she thought proudly watching the slender figure disappear down the street. If she had known where her daughter was going, if she had guessed the plan which had leaped into the girl’s inexperienced head, she would have run after her and stopped her. Although her mother had been a chorus girl Ellen McGuire had never seen a musical show; had never even been to a theater except a movie. To her horrified eyes the place to which Treasure was advancing w'ould have been a den of iniquity. Its red tapestried w T alls and gilt trimmed furnishings were more garish in the daylight than they had been the night before. Chairs were piled upon tables and a lank, tirecT looking boy was lazily sweeping the floor as Treasure, receiving no answer to her ring timidly turned the handle of the door. "Who you want to see?” the boy inquired indifferently. "Is the proprietor here?” "Mr. Fernando?” "I don’t know his name but I w r as talking to him last night. A stout, heavy set little man?” "That’s him. But he ain’t here now. He don’t come on Sunday until after noon.” She looked so disappointed that i he asked, ‘Want me to tell him you came to see him?” "No He wouldn’t know who I am. Will it be all right for ma to wait for him if I stay out of your way?”

SHE seated herself on the platform beside the piano and silent drums as the boy resumed his task of sweeping. The idea in her mind had seemed more plausible at home than it did here in the deserted night club. It looked different this morning. Cold and shabby. Even her girlish eyes could find no glamour in the tarnished gilt and dingy hangings. But Treasure was not one to forsake a course of action once determined upon, so she remained on the platform feeling younger and more inadequate every, minute while the boy finished his cleaning and began to rearrange the tables and chairs. But before he had accomplished this the door opened to admit one of the men Treasure had seen playing in the orchestra. He was tall and thin with very dark blue eyes and the mobile sensitive mouth of an artist. Treasure remembered that he had played the piano but she was surprised when he said, “Didn’t I see you dancing the tango last night?” She nodded. “You did it beautifully.” The compliment was all she needed. “Do you think the proprietor - Mr. Fernando I mean—would employ us permanently?” He shook his head. “I don’t know about that.” “He said he liked us last night,” she explained eagerly. “Carlos is working but he would stop if we could get a job dancing together.” “I doubt if Pete could pay you anything. Business has been so bad it's all he can do to hire an orchestra.” He glanced at the cleaning boy and lowered his voice. “We’re clearing out ourselves soon as we can find another place. But you may as well talk to him about it.” “He’s nice,” Treasure thought as he added, “Tell you what I'll do. I’ll introduce you to him as a friend of mine if you think that might help.” “Would you? My name is Treasure McGuire.” “Mine’s Oliver Keith. Here he comes now. Good luck!” he whispered as the fat proprietor waddled inside the door. “Hey. Pete! Here's a little friend cf mine would like to talk to you.” When he saw who it was Mr. Fernando's smile changed to a look of suspicion. “I saw you here last night, yes?” “Yes. You were kind enough to say you liked the way we danced the tango so I thought ...” Before the cold inscrutability of his' stare Treasure's voice faltered and stopped. “You thought maybe I might hire l you to dance for me,” he guessed, j “But it is no use. I have no money | to pay for dancing.” The look of utter consternation I on her face would have moved a heart of stone. “Anyway,” he objected, “you don't look old enough to be out of school.” “I have to do something. My father has run away and my mother is sick.” Pete grunted. “Seems to me I've heard that before. Every' girl that wants a job has a drunken husband or father.” “My father is not a drunkard,” Treasure said hotly. “And there isn’t a better mechanic in San Francisco. He’s never been without work.” The man’s fat face widened to a grimace. His fat eyes twinkled at Oliver Keith. “What did he run away for?” “Because he was tired of having so many children,” she retorted, blinking to keep back the tears. Fulling her hat more firmly over her eyes she started for the door, but she was stopped by the night club proprietor's peremptory, “Wait a minute, now! Don’t go off mad." The wistful face framed with hair like pale gold was infinitely appealing. “Some looker," Pete said under his breath to Oliver who added “And a swell dancer!” “Right!” Pete agreed. “Just the type to make the visiting firemen want to stay in town. Come back, Baby! I can’t afford to hire a dance team, but I'll make you a proposition.” (To Be Continued)

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Florida’s Call Lures Hoosiers Increasing Number From Indiana Take Part in Social Events. By Timrg Special MIAMI BEACH, Fla., Jan. 17. The number of Indianapolis and other Indiana residents wintering in Florida increases, and the vacationists are joining in the social life of the resorts. Mrs. Harry Bastian, Indianapolis, and Mrs. Mark C. Honeywell, Wabash, were among guests entertained at a series of bridge luncheons in the ocean grill and lounge of the Pancoast. Mrs. Honeywell and Mrs. Bastian also were guests Friday at the Bath Club when Mrs. C. R. Lindback, Ventnor, N. J., entertained for Mrs. W. W. Crawford and Mrs. P. B. Lanham, both of Louisville. Mrs. Wainwright attended the birthday luncheon and bridge party which Mrs. A. J. Mclntyre gave the same day at her home. Mrs. Bastian has had as her guests, Mrs. Phelps McKenney, Atlanta, Ga„ and Mrs. Charles Mangan. Ballards Travel Mr. and Mrs. Edward Ballard, West Baden, left recently to tour the west coast of Florida with their daughter, Miss Mary Ballard, before returning to Miami Beach to continue their winter sojourn at the King Cole. Their son, Chad Ballard, has returned to Indiana to resume his studies after spending the vacation period with his parents. Mrs. W. A. Caperton, Indianapolis, is at the Nautilus for several weeks. She is the mother of Mrs. Richard Fairbanks Jr., who is visiting here with Mr. Fairbanks and their young son at the home of Mr. Fairbanks’ parents on North Bay Road. Mr. Fairbanks Sr. has been visiting her also. See Polo Games Miss Katherine Andrew, West Point; Earle Kiser, Indianapolis, and Misses Loraine and Rene Marsch were among spectators at the polo games on Nautilus fields Tuesday. Jesse Andrew Jr., who has been visiting his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Andrew Sr., Lafayette, has returned to classes at Mercersburg Academy, Mercersburg, Pa. Mrs. E. E. Fordyce, Mrs. Louise Levey and Miss Mary Ruth Middleton, Indianapolis, who have been staying at the Breakers in Palm Beach are guests at the Pancoast. Before returning home they will visit the west coast of Florida. John V. Parker, retired director of English at Culver Military Academy, who has his winter residence at 5832 Alton-rd, was recently added to the membership of the Committee of One Hundred, which is composed of winter and permanent residents who own homes in Miami Beach.

BIRTHDAY OBSERVED BY STATE CLUB

Wives of state Senators, Representatives and other state officials met with members of the State Assembly Woman’s Club yesterday at the Claypool to observe the club’s 14th anniversary with a luncheon and program. The Indianapolis branch, headed by Mrs. James M. Mendenhall, was hostess for the group’s opening meeting. Among the honor guests was Mrs. Paul V. McNutt. Gold calendula and purple sweet peas were arranged on the luncheon tables and centered the speakers’ table, which was lighted with yellow tapers in fiveway candelabra. Mrs. I. N. Trent, Muncie, state president, extended greetings; Mrs. C. J. Buchanan gave a history of the club, and the officers were introduced. Mrs. Alice Eaxter Mitchell gave "Madame Sans Gene,” and the Ruick Trio and Mrs. Philip Kappes, accompanied by Mrs. Charles Bebinger, gave a musical program. Business meeting will be held at 2 tomorrow afternoon at the Claypool to elect officers, with Mrs. Andrew Durham, Greencastle, chairman of the nominating committee.

SHOWER ARRANGED FOR BRIDE-TO-BE Kitchen utensils will be given to Miss Ruth Apostol tonight at a bridge party which her aunt, Mrs. Henry Wajenberg, will give at her home, 2951 Gale-st. The marriage of Miss Apostol, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Apostol, to William N. McGi-aw Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. William N. McGraw, will take place March 10. Twenty guests will be entertained. Blue and white appointments will be used. The guest’ list includes Mesdames M. R. Johnson, Charles Apostol, Charles Perkins, Joseph Hoerger, Aurmita Martin, Kenneth Burns, Minnie Snider, Jclin Dunn and Dot Zine; Misses Panoria and Constance Apostol, Helen Perkins, Constance Johnson, Maxine Hawn, Helen Hoerger, Bertha Nolan, Hildred Sweeney, Lorraine SkPiton and Margaret Fortner. STATE ART CLUB GROUP TO MEET Mrs. Leonidas F. Smith, president of the Indiana Federation of Art Clubs, has called a meeting of the art council for 12 tomorrow in the Washington. Several state organizations will be represented at the meeting.

A Day’s Menu Breakfast — Shredded pineapple, cereal, * cream, crisp broiled bacon, toast, milk, coffee. Luncheon — Sweetbread and celery salad, ice-box rolls, cherry preserves. Irish pudding with blackberries, sulk, tea. Dinner — Cold boiled tongue, eggplant baked en casserole, stuffed beet salad, chocolate Devil’s Food cake, milk, coffee.

"jr* *w* "jr 4k w J BY MARY RAYMOND T -A. (Copyright, 1935. NEA Service. Inc.)

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT (Continued) "I think I’ll take a jump over to Kendallwood when I put you out,” MilUcent told her mother, on the way home. •It won’t do any good.” Mrs. Kendall said. “Your grandfather is terribly hard-headed.” She added complacently, "When I realized Peter and Ann were so much in love I became reconciled to their marriage. And I must say she’s a very sweet girl.” Millicent found her grandfather alone, sitting before the fire. She thought he looked tired, older. But there was fire in his glance when she said, "Ann’s back from the hospital.” "Ridiculous, ever going there,” he growled. "All this business of hospitals, clinics, nurses, diets for a baby. Civilization's gone soft, my dear.” "He's a nice baby,” Mililicent said, patting the wrinkled hand. “Wouldn’t you like to see him? He’s a perfect Kendall.” "No, I’ve said I wouldn’t go, and I won’t.” "He’s exactly like you.” "Hump. Stuff and nonsense.” "He's got the same kind of chin. I’ll bet my hat he’ll be a stubborn youngster.” a a a ANN had wakened from a long sleep. She heard' voices and steps on the stair. The door opened and Peter stood there, grinning happily. Beside him stood an elderly man with gray hair and fierce gray eyes under shaggy brows. Tire fierce eyes softened as they traveled from Ann’s lovely, wistful face to the small, white bed close by. “Grandfather Kendall!” Ann said a little breathlessly, “I’m so glad you’ve come.’’ The old man came over to the bed and stood for a moment, staring down at Ann, taking the hand she held out to him. Suddenly he stooped and kissed her forehead. “Peter,” he said sternly, “why didn't you tell me you had a wife like this? You young idiot—” Peter saw there were tears in his grandfather’s eyes. The old man wiped them away surreptitiously with his handkerchief. “You wouldn’t have believed me if I had told you she was an angel.” “I might have thought you were

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slightly exaggerating.” The old man's eyes were twinkling. "Ann, I've been an old fool —” “We were silly not to come out and kidnap you.” Ann's shining eyes met his. "Now that you're here, we're going to keep jou. We've had your room waiting a long time.” "I sort of thought of that myself. 1 brought a satchel with a few things—” "Good old scout!” said Peter. "Well put you in the south wing where your great grandson's hymn to the morning won't disturb your slumbers. There, listen to him. Won't you?” The small head, covered by golden down, stirred against the white pillow'. Peter 111 had opened his eyes. His

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Young Peoples Social Club of Assumption parish will entertain with a dance in the hall tomorrow night with Art Feltman, chairman. Miss Dorothy Holsapple is a member of the arrangements committee, assisted by Mrs. Lawrence King, Misses Helen and. Dorothy Huckleberry, Carl Boehm, George Powers, Walter Droll, Edward Johnson, John Gilligan and Robert Johnson.

pened, you’ll notice, if you follow th • hand through. If a club is led, West will cash the ace and king of clubs and return a club, but it will be ruffed in dummy with the ten spot. Now declarer will lead a diamond toward the queen, return to her hand with a spade, run off all the trump tricks and East will not be able to protect both the king of hearts and her four spades. Asa result, five odd will be made. However, if the king of hearts is opened, there is no way to prevent the opposition from taking two clubs and a heart trick, which defeats the contract. * (Copyright, 1935, NEA Service, Inc.t

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tiny fists began beating the air. There was a lusty, indignant wail. "Got a temper, eh? Well, he wouldn't be a Kendall without it. Well, son, come to your great granddad.” He .stooped, lifted the baby into his arms and sat down with him. rocking back and forward in the big chair. Peter Ill's face relaxed, his tiny fists uncurled, his blue eyes stared up at the old man. He was the picture of perfect serenity. "Yes, he's exactly like me,” his greac-grandfather said "The world's fine when he’s having his way.” a a a PETER 111 was sleeping again. Peter I had retired to the big livable room across the hall. Peter II had returned, after a long, comradely talk with his grandfather, and now was sitting not far from Ann, leading. There was a look of unutterable happiness and contentment on-his face. Ann was lying in bed, eyes wide, too happy for sleep. They were all together in this lovely home that she and Peter had built. Life was wonderful. Nothing was quite so wonderful as life! “Ann,” Peter said. When Peter spoke her name, her heart always beat a little faster. “There is a moon tonight like the one the wise men saw.” Peter said. “A crescent moon. And close to it a bright, clear star.” “Let's see.” He lifted her in his arms, threw a robe about her, and carried her to the window, where she could see the dark arc of the sky, the shining slender crescent and the big, bright star. Ann was thinking of the baby that lay in a manger so many hundreds of years before. Os her own baby, sleeping in his white, small bed. “A little child shall lead them.” she whispered, her face pressed against Peter's shoulder. His lips found hers. “Three make a world,” said Peter. “Four,” corrected Ann happily. “Don’t forget we’ve adopted grandfather.” THE END GIRL SCOUTS SERVE AT EXHIBITION Several Girl Scout troops are providing hostesses for visitors at the Exhibition House, project of the Federal Housing Administration on the south lawn of the Federal Building. Troop 6, under direction of Mrs. Arthur Medlicott, leader, and Mrs. E. J. Booth, committee chairman, will serve as hostess tomorrow' and Troop 22, in charge of Miss loma Jean Hodson and Mrs. William Degischer will greet visitors Saturday and Sunday. MOTHERS' CLUB TO HEAR DR. STEWART Dr. Allegra Stewart of the Butler University faculty, will address the Kappa Kappa Gamma Mothers’ Club at a luncheon meeting at 12:30 tomorrow at the chapter house, 821 W. Hampton-dr. She will present a travel talk. Joe Ann Pile and Phyllis Jordan, pupils of Miss Eileen Poston, will present dances. Mrs. Delmar McWorkman is luncheon chairman.

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Welfare Group of Orphanage Schedules Fete Second annual benefit card party of the Lutheran Orphans 1 Welfare Association will be held Friday night, Jan. 25, in the Travertine room of the Lincoln. The ways and mear.s committee will be in charge of arrangements and reservations. On the committee are Mrs. Carl Koepper, chairman; Mesdames Arthur Brenn, Rueben Behlmer, E. H. Folkening and E. ’.V. Tischtr. During the first year of its organization the association supplied funds for complete furnishing of three hospital beds, juvenile library and reception room. This year the members are working to provide layettes for infants and to furnish anew recreation room for children. Home economic classes for girls and shop work for boys are bemg arranged.

SHORTRIDGE DANCE SET FOR JAN. 23 Shortridge High School social committee will sponsor its third allschool dance of the year in the school gymnasium Wednesday, Jan. 23. Th* student body will elect the most popular boy in the school. Candidates selected for the annual "Ugly Man Contest” include David Alierdice, Byron Beasley, Foster Clippenger, Phil King. Bill Kitzmiller, Wesley Martin, Bill Pack, Jack Stevenson, Fred Tucker, Don Underwood and John Westfall. Margaret Lee Riddell and Robert Springer are co-chairmen of the traditional dance, which is in charge of Malcolm Strauss. George Frieje and his orchestra will provide music. Alumnae Head Visits Mrs. Philip A. Brennan. New York, honorary president of St. John Alumnae, and president of the International Federation of Catholic Alumnae, has been a guest of the Sisters of Providence. She met with the student body of the academy Tuesday morning.

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