Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 46, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 May 1936 — Page 19

MAY 4, 1936.

Today’9 Short Story —— - AS A GIRL THINKS By Charles McGuirk

JANE MALVIN lead* a lovely life. She can 11a In bed until noon and then rise to a day of excitement or leisure, or do exactly what she wants to do, regardless of expense. She can walk Into an exclusive gown shop, pick out the most expensive model and have it sent home. She can go to the Rita for tea. She can—well, she can do anything she cares to do. Os course, there are a million and more women in New York who can do that very same thing and who could have done it all their lives. And that is where .Jane Is different. Up to only a few months ago, she couldn’t do any of them. So now, besides enjoying anew luxury, she is experiencing a contrast. Eddie Davis, the super-salesman who goes places saw her the other night through a haze of smoke and perfume and music In a night club. She had changed so he didn’t recognize her until she bowed to him. And even then, he had to shuffle through the files of his memory to place her. He has been talking about it—and her—ever since. He says it just goes to show the influence of mind over matter. Jane's blonde hair, Eddie says, was beautifully coiffed. Her complexion was clear and her blue eyes sparkling. And she was dressed in something so breath-taking that even Eddie knew it had come out of one of the most exclusive Joints on Park Avenue. Eddie says it took him quite a while to place her and he didn’t hold that against himself because he knew it was no easier than it would have been for some acquaintance of Cinderella's to recognize her at the ball which discovered her to the prince. a a a THE last time he had seen Jane before that night was in an office where she was one of the most efficient secretaries of a great corporation. And she did not then resemble in any way this stunning woman who bowed to him and then sent a waiter with an invitation to come to her table. She was with a good-looking young man, Eddie said, whose eyes roamed, but not too widely, about and among the other attractive women in the place and when he reached the table she introduced him to Eddie as “Mr. Crall, my husband.’’ Eddie got a little shock when he began to realize that this was John Crall, the advertising man, who inherited a million dollars from his father and then went out and made another, just to prove that his fpther had made no mistake in entrusting him with the money. Crall, Eddie knew, had had experience in other things than business. He was a man-about-town. He knew women because he had met thousands of them, a lot of them the cream of the beauty crop. Models were part of his daily office diet, lane, according to Eddie’s way of thinking, didn’t fit in the picture as a woman who could take him out of such circulation. M it a JANE, Eddie remembered, as a secretary, had been anything but a siren. She had been a sort of discouraged blond with a mottled complexion and straggly hair. Her eyes, then, were shy and weak, necessitating thick-lenzed glasses. Her mouth was thick-lipped, though firm. She had a nice shape. Her voice was high and inclined to be harsh. And it was bitter in tone, except when she talked to Marie Carroll, the office telephone operator. She liked Miss Carroll. Eddie hates to be puzzled by anything. And he was puzzled by Jane Malvin. the ex-cluck, in this picture of the woman of the haut monde so he went to Miss Carroll and she supplied the missing pices that made the puzzle completely understandable. Jane, Miss Carroll told Eddie, was a swell girl even if she did grab John Crall, one of the best matrimonial prizes that could happen. And anybody'd have to admire her for the way she did it. Eddie remembered how Jane used to look, didn't he? Nice, but nothing to make any man turn around and the last woman you’d think John Crall would look at. a a a SHE WAS that, wav until John Crall walked into the office that first morning. He had been called in to handle a national advertising campaign which the corporation was launching, and Jane, after one look at him, fell in love. Miss Carroll hardly noticed It at first bo *use things like that happen to women in business offices every day. It’s part of the routine. Nothing, Miss Carroll said, would ever have come of it if John Crall hadn’t decided to work out the campaign right there in the corporation offices. Jane was assigned to work with him because of her complete knowledge of the corporation's business. The day after that w*aa decided. Jane stopped at Miss Carroll’s switchboard. “Miss Carroll,” she said. “Mr. Crall has decided to work out the advertising campaign from these offices and I’ve been assigned as his secretary." “Well." Miss Carroll said, thinking it was too bad a girl with more personal charm and get-up-and-go about her hadn’t been given Jane’s opportunity, “Isn't that nice.” “No.” Jane said passionately, “it isn't, because I’ve fallen in love with him and I know I have as much chance to attract his attention as a flea has to move a mountain." a a a MISS CARROLL looked up and studied her attentively and agreed with her. But she had a big heart and she didn’t want to hurt Jane's feelings. “Oh, I don’t know," She said. “Plainer women than you have got their men. Seems I was reading In a scandal sheet the other day how some actress in France was so ugly that she stopped clocks and funerals. But did she get discouraged and hide in a cellar? She did nott She studied how she could make herself even homelier. And the first thing you know men were falling on their knees before her. She finally married a prince or a bootlegger or something.” “I wouldn’t be a very hard Job for me to make myself homelier” Jane said bitterly. “But John Crall Iwt PTeneh. I don’t think a homely woman would appeal to him. Oh, why did I have to feel this way about such a man as he?”

Miss Carroll felt awfully sorry for her. “Too bad you don’t believe in the Bible,” she said. “Or do you?” “Why,” Jane said. “I go to church, but I don’t know much , about the Bible. What has the Bible to do with it?” “Well,” Miss Carroll told her. “In one place it says that faith can move mountains. And in another, it says that as a man thinketh. so is he. Don’t see why that couldn’t be Just as true about a woman.” man “xyOU mpan,” Jane’s weak eyes were fastened, wide and speculative upon her, “that if I believed I was beautiful, I might become so?” “Something like that,” Miss Carroll admitted, wishing she'd never brought it up. “But, of course, you’d have to have some outside help, like a beautician and a couple of years in a gym.” “No.” Jane said firmly and her face was all lit up. “I have S3OO and I have a week because Mr. Crall starts work on the campaign next Thursday. I’m going to invest —and believe!” That week, Miss Carroll told Eddie, worked a miracle. You’d never know it was the same girl and her brain had speeded up to. She found that out on the morning of what was to be Jane’s and John Grail's first day together. Jane stopped at her desk. She had spent, she said, SIBO on beauticians, cosmetics, doctors and whatnots and she looked as if she’d spent SIOOO. She wasn't a beauty but she was darn near it. “Marie,” she said to Miss Carroll. “I want you to do me a favor. I want you to call me four different times during the day. Have the first two calls come about a half hour apart and the third just before noon. Make the last one about 4 o’clock. Just . ing. I’ll do all the talking." m a m AND it was then Miss Carroll noticed how different Jane had become. She was wearing anew dress which had a lot of style to it. Her complexion was as clear as a bell. Her hair had been “done” by an expert and her eyes were glowing through her glasses. Miss Carroll really sat up and began to take a real interest as any woman will when she a man-hunt is on. Now, John Crall was no more aware of Jane than he was of. the chair in which he sat when the first call came in. “Yes?” Jane said into the receiver and her voice had anew and alluring quality. “Hello. Larry. Fine, thank you It was nice, wasn’t it. I adore openings. Oh, I’m so sorry! But I can't tonight . Yes. Busy time ” John was so engrossed in a report when she hung up that he did not know he had even heard the conversation. But it had registered on his subconscious mind. “Yes?” Jane answered the second call. “Jack? Oh, Jack Bennis! How are you? When did you get in town? Oh, I'm so sorry! I can’t tonight. Will you be in town long? Yes. tomorrow night will be lovely ” ana JOHN slid a speculative eye over her as she bent to her notes. She certainly was no beauty. He'd seen a thousand girls who had it all over her in looks. But there was something about her. And she seemed pretty popular. He ‘wondered if they might have lunch together. He had just about decided it might make an interesting meal when the third call came in. “Yes?” Jane murmured. “Hello, Jim I'd love to but I only have half an hou; 1 don’t know. Just a momenc.” She put her hand over the receiver. “What time did you expect to have lunch, Mr. Crall?” she asked. “One o’clock.” He told her. “And you can take an hour.” But he was still irritated because someone had beaten him to lunch with her when the fourth call arrived at 10 minutes to four. “Bill?” She murmured. “Os course, I remember. You silly boy! —You'll call for me at eight? That's just dandy!” a a a “TT LOOKS,” he smiled sarcasticJL ally as she hung up. “as though you went in for business in your spare time.” • * “I’m sorry.” Jane told him after a, long, hurt look. “I won't have you disturbed again.” She picked up the telephone. “Miss Carroll," she said, “please don't let any more calls through for me during business hours.” No more calls came, but the next day there were flowers for her. And the next, and next. And Jane was always busy when John Crall wanted to take her out. Finally he got a break and during that evening, he demanded the exclusive right to take her to lunch, dinner and all other social functions. It happened just after he kissed her. “Mr. Crall,” Jane said, fixing her hair. “I have a confession to make. I haven’t any men friends. All those calls and all those flowers were fakes.” “Listen, young woman,” John Crall said firmly,, “don’t give me any of that. A lie is a bad thing with which to start a married life.” Now Jane is Mrs. Crall, the alluring dame you saw in the beginning. THE END. NURSERY TEACHEPsTtO HOLD 2-DAY MEETING Conference on Education to Be Sponsored by WPA. Teachers from 16 emergency nursery schools are to meet at the Indiana University Extension Center. Wednesday and Thursday, for a Works Progress Administration conference. Round-table discussions on problems in nursery school education are to be held. Teachers from the WPA education staff are to lecture. Teachers are to attend from Brook - ville, Osgood, Speed, Jeffersonville, Madison, Bedford, Bloomington, Cambridge City, Richmond, Anderson. Muncie, Lafayette, Monticello, Frankfort and Indianapolis. Skstinr Party Is Arranged Bethel Circle of the North wood Christian Church Women’s Council is to hold a skating party at 7:30 tonight in the Riverside Rink.

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So proud was Orando of Tarzan’s victory over the panther that he was eager to exhibit his new friend and protector at once to his fellow tribesmen. The Jungle Lord followed him on silent feet toward the village of TumbaL Behind them came Nkima the monkey.

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Presently Orando heard another voice behind him that sounded like another monkey. He turned his head. To his astonishment he saw that the sounds issued from the throat of the man. The warrior laughed. Never had he heard any one mimic monkeys so perfectly.

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But Orando’s hilarity turned to amazement when the man and monkey continued to chatter, obviously conversing. Talking with monkeys was certainly no human accomplishment. This was proof positive to Orando that the man’s body clothed the spirit of Muzimo, his ancestor.

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Soon Tarzan stood with folded arms, the center of a Jabbering throng in the village of Tumbai. while Orando announced that the stranger was hi* muzimo. The awe of the natives was prodigious. But there was one skeptic—Sobito, the witch* doctor. He, Tarzan knew, was an enemy!

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