Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 July 1936 — Page 16

the foyer of the Midland City Coliseum, where the twentysecond annual Midiand City autoshow had just opened, a lady stood near. the center and flashed sparks from a pair of large gray eyes. Perhaps it is wrong to say she stood, for she kept constantly traversing a small oval track. Even when she stopped to compare the time on her wrist with that on the foyer wall, as she had done a good many times in the last two hours, the toe of her right shoe pecked, in steady, impatient tempo, at the marble floor. A few observers watched her face, interested in seeing at what point the ever-increasing contortion of anger would render it unbeautiful. . But before that point was reached, Jerry Mitchell showed up, carrying his camera and looking sheepish, 8s usual. “Gee, Sylvia, I'm doggone sorry about this—I really am.” Sylvia's eyes snapped, but she said nothing. She was counting to a hundred by fives. - Jerry pushed his hat back on his ead.

“Now, don't look at me that way, honey,” he begged. “I'd have been ‘here on the dot, honest—but I've! had some of the worst luck—" “Ninety-five, one hundred.” Sylvia’s voice was not loud, but it hit into the air with sharp precision. “Don’t you honey me, you good-for-nothing loafer! Meet you here at one o'clock—that’'s what you said

~ when you called up this morning. | At five minutes to one, I was right | here at this pillar. Now it's a| quarter after three.” ” # ” ; “¥ COULDN'T help it, honey.” said Jerry. “I” stopped to buy a sandwich on the way out and some thief made off with my. box of plates. I had to do something about it, didn’t I? Be reasonable. I couldn't, just—-" . : Sylvia stamped her foot. “I won't be reasonable! I've been reasonable for months, and I'm fed up. It’s alway like this. Youre blundering, childish, unreliable. And, incidentally, why did you tell me to meet you on such short notice? If you wanted to take me to the auto show, couldn't you have told me last 3 night?” “Don’t be mad, honey,” pleaded Jerry. “It wasn't until this morning that I got an assignment from the automobile editor to run out here and get a picture of an Ajaxgix for his auto show edition. ‘Get a picture with a pretty girl standing on the fender,’ he told ms. So 1 figured here's a chance to get my : Rls picture in the paper, and I you up. And then, I stopped

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to grab a sandwich, and this guy swiped my box out of the restaurant. Honest—you can't blame me, | can you?” | “I can and I do,” Sylvia assured “him. “I have waited these last two | hours just for the purpose of telling you I don’t want to be bothered by | you any more. If that's clear I'll be

. going.” Jerry laid a restraining hand on her arm. | * “Don’t go” he ' begged. “Listen--|

~ T've got one plate in the camera and | one flash bulb in the holder. I can | take one picture and that’s all. Ils got to be good or I'm in dutch. The boss is kind of mad at me, anyway.” “I should think he would be! You never do anything right. Always late —losing your equipment. Oh, it’s no use. I'm sorry, Jerry, but we're washed up. You'll never be anything but a bungler. Good-by.”

She turned quickly and walked||

. gpway without looking back. Jerry called, “Hey, wait!” and took: a step or two after her. But she wouldn't wait.”

Pretty Girl Wanted

By John Creecy

“#NERTAINLY, certainly” The homely little salesman at the Ajax display smiled eagerly. ‘“Certainly you can get a picture of the car, young man. Er—er, would you want to take me with it?” Jerry shook his head. “No,” he said. “A pretty girl—sitting on the fender. I bad one, but she's—she’s gone, I guess. Can you dig up one?” The little man’s smile brightened. “Certainly, certainly. I'll get my wife.” And he loped off to seek her. “His wife!” groaned Jerry. “Oh, gosh, here.goes the job! When the Midland City Times wants a pretty girl in a picture, it wants a pretty girl. And I've only got one plate.” The little man was coming back, and he was bringing a hig woman. She might havé been a knockout 15 years ago, thought Jerry, but now— huh-uh! A little crowd was gathering, attracted by the camera. “you want her on the ferider?” smiled the little salesman. Jerry looked around for a way of escape. It would be certain ruin to bring the automobile editor a picture of this middle-aged lady sprawled on an Ajax fender. He retreated a step. “]—— I've only got one plate,” he said nervously. “I—— I can only take one picture.”

“Well—take it,” said the sales- |

man. As Jerry continued to stall, the

little man began to. frown. He edged up to Jerry. “What's the matter?” he whis-

pered coldly. “Are you going to affront my wife by refusing to take Let me tell you, your advertising: department will hear about it!” Jerry sighed. There was no escape. He'd have to také the picture. Well, his job was cooked. He leveled the camera. “Ready, now,” he called. “Smile, please.” “Wait!” It was a crisp feminine voice behind him. Jerry wheeled. “Sylvia!” “I'm not late, am I?” She turned to the salesman and his wife. “Mr. Mitchell asked me to pose for this picture,” she said brazenly. “Do you mind?” They looked at her uncertainly, stiffly. She smiled at the salesman. “I'm thinking of buying an Ajax,” she confided. ‘Can we talk about it after this is taken?” The salesman nodded politely. “Certainly, certainly.” His wife slowly got off the fender, “Certainly,” she echoed. ” ”n ” “ EE,” said Jerry, later, ‘“you were great, Sylvia. That picture’s a looloo. I guess I won't get fired, after all—at least not today. And I thought you'd run out on me!” : Sylvia laughed. “I came back. | You're the stupidiest, ugliest, most | undependable good-for-nothing in, the world but—I love you.” “Gee, it’s good to hear you say that,” said Jerry. “Especially the last.”

THE END

1936. by United Feature

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