Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 59, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 May 1936 — Page 19

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-Today's Short Story — - DOUBLE FEATURE By June Drew Kerwin

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“TJ AMILTON THEATER. Yes, -IT m’am, double feature tonight. Jimmy Cagney's picture goes on at 9:23. How many? Yes, there are plenty of seats. Hello, Hamilton Theater. No. sir, Jean Harlow's picture is next Saturday.” Kay put down the phone and sighed. Ever since “Long Islands Most Magnificient Theater” nad opened she had been behind this brass barred window answering the same questions. ' In the lull Kay glanced across the lobby at Freddy. Freddy with his blue uniform and brass buttons, whose Job it was to take and tear up tickets Kay so carefully gave out. Meeting her glance Freddy’s features were obliterated by a broad grin. The puppy-left-at-home expression flooded his eyes. His lips formed the question—“Tonight?’’ And before Kay could decide whether she wanted to let Freddy take her home, maybe stopping for a couple of dances and beer first, she heard the clink of a coin on the counter and looked up. a a a *‘T TELLO!” the coin clicker said. JlI “How many?” Kay inquired. “Now, as if I could take another girl out after seeing you. Let’s have one ticket and I'll watch the picture till you're finished, then we’ll take a drive out aways for a snack. All right?” Kay merely smiled and said maybe. For she wasn’t used to dealing with men like him. Os course, there'd always been fellows like Freddy, the fat grocer and the fellow who drove Larrety’s truck, but none ever like Eric Sanders. Kay watched Freddy snatch and rip his ticket and looked like a silly kid in comparison to Eric. Gosh. Eric was tall and broad and Clark Gable-ish. She wondered about him. All she really knew was his name and that he was “vacationing” at the Inn. Maybe he was a millionaire. Maybe . “Hey, I saw that guy talking to you again,” Freddy broke into Kay's thoughts. “Yeah! Well, I’ve seen you smirk yourself inside out over that painted Flora Finley. So what!” “So nothin’. Goin’ out with me tonight?” “No!” a a a out with —him?” VJ “What if I do?” “Well, probably tomorrow your body’ll be found in some nice swamp. Fellers like that don’t flirt with girls like you for nothing.” “I like that! What’s the matter with me?" “Nothing, Kay. Gee, I think you’re wonderful. But no one knows him. ts tt tt SITTING in Eric’s handsome roadster “going places” and letting his compliments transport he rfrom the monotony of daily sameness into a gay, new sphere Kay wondered if Cinderella hadn’t felt this same ecstasy as she rode to the ball in the pumpkin coach. And what difference if it all ended at midnight? But at midnight it wasn’t over for Kay. Eric took her out to the Casino. They sipped cool drinks. Nibbled at wonderful delicacies. And danced to a marvelous orchestra. And every breath Eric drew seemed for Kay alone. He asked about her life. Her work. He seemed genuinely interested in everything, even the hours Kay put in at the theater and which were the busiest days and all. Oh, no matter how you added or subtracted Eric came out 100 per cent. "How about spending the whole day together tomorrow?” Eric asked as he left Kay at the door. “I have to work. Sundays, you know, are our busiest days." “Then, tomorrow night, like this. Wait for me. Promise?” And Kay promised. But somehow it was hard facing Freddy the next day with that promise in her heart. To have Freddy look at her coolly without that infectious grin. tt tt a npO see Freddy stand there rigid -1 omitting their usual sign language chats across the lobby about silly things. Kay couldn’t stand it. Trying to be facetious she called out softly. "Did you have all the best swamps dragged. Freddy?” “Wasn’t necessary. I borrowed Mike s flivver and followed you. Nice place that Casino. But I'm a better dancer than old pickle-puss.” Kay gasped. And hadn’t stopped gasping when Freddy came to the window’. “Listen, Kay, I know I’m a yokel and all. But I could learn all that let-me-take-your-arm-m’deah stuff. And I’m not always going to be a ticket taker. So don't go out with him again will you?”

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“I already promised—for tonight, Freddy.” “Break it.” “I can't.” “Why?” The answer to that one wasn’t in the book. Freddy was sweet. Kay would like to please him. And if she’d never seen Eric perhaps she could have cared for Freddy. Cared in a crazy delirious way. But she had seen Eric. Seen the sort of life he could give a girl. a a a AND suddenly, Kay faced a problem. a problem she couldn't dwell on as the stream of people hurried to her window eager to get inside before the second show went on. Her hands flew zipping out tickets, counting change. And when a lull came a hand reached through the brass bars and clasped Kay’s so tight her heart bounced against her ribs. “Hello. Gorgeous! How soon?” “A little while. I have to count up yet.” “How about me coming in your cage and waiting. No one will see me?” Eric spoke in that tone which left Kay limp and silly. Without a word she unlocked the door and Eric slid in beside her. It was exciting fun having Eric sitting on the floor whispering nonsense up to her. So exciting Kay didn't even care if Freddy, or the boss, discovered Eric in the forbidden space of the box office. a a a LIFTING the heavy boxes of money into the safe, and swinging the door shut. It was always exciting to 18-year-old girls to do things—ever harmless silly things—clandestinely with a man like Eric. Kay was no exception. Kay felt enraptured as she scooped up her hat, sneaked out of the box office and got in the car beside Eric for another few hours of glimpsing this new exciting life. And when she awoke in the morning, there was a song in Kay’s heart remembering how last night Eric had said in a few days some important business matters would be cleared up. Then he’d ask her parents’ permission and they’d be married and have the most wonderful of honeymoons. It all seemed like a dream to Kay. So beautiful. And yet, she felt a surge of loneliness come over her. Oh, why couldn’t she forget Freddy. Why, did the thought of never seeing him again make her desolate? Well, this was her day off. There’d be plenty of time to think things out. a a a AS SHE was just finishing her breakfast Freddy came. He looked haggard. For a long moment he just stared at Kay, then when he spoke each word was more bewildering. “Kay,” he said, “I tried to tell you I didn’t like Eric Sanders and to keep away from him. Weii, he’s the one who has been going from town to town getting the cashiers of the biggest movie houses nuts about him, and you fell for it. He gets things lined up, then grabs the money from the biggest time of the week. He . . .” Freddy went on explaining. But he didn’t need too. Kay saw only too well what a Fool Eric had made of her. Being so interested in her work. The days when receipts were the biggest. Waiting fer the week-end haul. Getting into the box office last night for the lay-out and combination of the safe. Kay shivered and clenched her fists. She couldn't blame Freddy looking at her as if she was a pitiful useless thing. Then abruptly, Kay remembered something. “Freddy, the money! Nearly S9OOO Will they hold me responsible? Will they jail me? Will . . a a a You see I sniffed someiAl thing seeing him slip into the cage with you, I . . . Well, I got a couple of the boys and we hung around after you'd gone. About 2 o'clock Sanders broke in the side entrance, alone. He picked the cage lc*;k. Worked over the safe. Got the money in his hands and then we pounced on him. He’s in jail now. and the money’s in the bank.’’ “But will I be fired, Freddy?” “Sure. I’m firing you now.” “You?” “Sure. I was in line to be made manager. Dooling’s getting sent out to Great Neck. My catching Eric Sanders cinches my chance. So as manager I want you to have lots of time to teach me all those swell manners like Eric has. Then maybe, we could run a double feature program this spring. Who knows, eh?" “Oh, gee, Freddy!" was all Kay could say as she settled contentedly in his arms. But then that was all she needed to say, or do, THE END.

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“Orando’s! That is Orando’s hut!” the people cried in chorus. Tarzan frowned. Could his fine brave friend Orando be concerned in this evil business? “I now nothing!” the young warrior protested. But now Sobito, the witch-doctor, stepped forward.

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"Orando lies now!” Sobito shrieked. “Orando killed Nyamwegi, his best friend. Such Is tht terrible witchery of the Taloned Death, Orando is a Leopard Man!” “Leopard Man!” echoed tho frenzied cohrua of villagers. “Death to tho Leopard Manl”

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