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WEDNESDAY, OCT. 20, 1987

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FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia

| V-y-YOU SAY THEY BROUGHT A PIANO DOWN HERE FOR THE

MARY RAYMOND Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc.

“Out of the Night” concluding chapter, Page Seven. CHAPTER ONE

“QC ILLY of me not to have cabled,” Jill Wentworth decided.

She was one of a gay crowd that | surged down the gangplank, | onto the docks, and out into the | sunshine—a crossing from Europe |

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just behind. During the year of study and travel she had not felt even one little twinge of nostalgia, she thought. And now, here on home soil, she was definitely, terribly homesick. In all the big crowd milling about her — Kissing, patting, shaking hands or rapturously hugging—there was not one welcome for her. A red cap stacked her baggage down beside her and made off with a generous tip, while Jill stood casting bewildered looks about her. Surely, Davis, the chauffeur, should be arriving by now, anyway, very apologetic about the delay. Other luggage was being piled near the curb as shining motors and taxis contested for vantage positions. u

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with a young man whose image she had carried with her for thousands of miles. An engrossed and very handsome young man. How angry he had looked shouting at Miss Benedict that day when they were “doing cathedrals” in England. It had been a beautiful old gate that he wanted to paint. Horay with age, with an ancient beauty in its moss-covered stones and hand~hewn grill. She had sympathized with him when Miss Benedict refused to budge, assembling an endless array of ‘cultural facts ‘to ‘carry away. She remembered that she and Elizabeth FEndsley had wandered away from the scene of battle, leaving Miss Benedict standing in the gateway—a picture of injured pride! All around Jill and the young artist surged and roared the big city. Big and glorious, Jill thought, and golden with sunlight today. Noisily clanging for attention because it was young and lusty. Not a bit like those gray, staid old English towns the young artist had revelled in painting.

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N the jumble of travel impedi- |

menta, Jill saw her own smart luggage rubbing noses with several shabby bags, which bore, nevertheless, as many foreign | stamps as her own. Not far away the owner of these |

was arguing with a porter.

UT this was her city. It was : not his, she knew. The English accent was unmistakable. She hoped he would like it here. Surely, he could find something paintable in this vast panorama.

“I am wondering why a brass

The | band didn't meet vou,” the young

young man appeared much con-| man spoke, suddenly.

cerned about one very large and | battered case. erent squaring of his

But it was, the same young artist. | me. The young | saying hello to Lady Liberty when .| our ship went by her,

And then Jill gasped. man turned. It couldn't be. . .

who had persisted in cropping Up | change my mind.

in her pathway over all Europe.

of her own arrival? have come over on the same ship. | If he had, she couldn't have missed | him. u

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| speculations were cut | A taxi swung into place | “Taxi, miss?” Jill gave another hasty glance around. Where was her family? Evidently no one was meeting her. Even at this hour. | “That one, that one. All those with the broad green stripes. That one and the hat box.” Gracious, | how many bags had she brought beside her trunks? | There was a step beside her. “And this one,” said a voice. | The young artist was standing beside her with his hat off, the wind ruffling his wavy, light brown hair “I'm sorry, but isn’t this your bag, also?” he queried again. “Yes—but how?” The young man smiled a little. “T didn’t have a verv discriminating red cap. He should have realized that a smart suitcase didn't match the rest of my luggage. 1 assure vou that I don't, as a rule, go about grabbing off other people's things.” n

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HE smile revealed even white teeth and brought a humorous to his eves. He was much nicer in this mood, Jill decided. Every time she had seen him in Europe. he had seemed in a per- | fect frenzy She had decided painted all Europe. Tt had been ridiculous—running into him in three widely separated places. And che had never forgiven him for not really seeing her any of those | times. If he didn't remember, that was | worse than being rude. He should | be punished. Jill proceeded to punish. = “It's quite all right,” she said. | “I can understand how the mis- | take occurred, with our luggage sO | stuck-up with stamps. I got my stickers at a funny little shop where they sell them wholesale to

light

that he had

people who want to spend all their | who also want |

time in Paris, yet to dazzle the folks at home with the aura of several continents! Quaint idea, bootlegging travel stamps, don’t you think?”

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regarding her gravely. “Your mother didn't send you to Sunday school, did | she? You literally lapped up trav- | eling. I saw vou lapping it up. 1 even heard you purr like a satis- | fied kitten, ‘I love this view,’ when | that old maid with you was all for | going off without noticing.” “How did vou know Miss Bene- | dict was an old maid?” Jill asked, smiling “Eternally fussy,” the young man answered “She was quite right to be fussy,” | Jill retorted, “when you practically ordered us off the premises every | time we saw you. ‘Madame,’ you said, ‘if you would only come back with your pupils later in the day or earlier in the day. How can you | expect me to paint that gateway | with the sun slanting across it,’ and | then Miss Benedict answered ‘I don't | expect you to paint it, young man,’ | and then planted herself there | firmly.” Jill laughed merrily at the memory. “So I painted her stout presence in,” the young artist went on. He was smiling, too. Very broadly. “Did you!” Jill breathed. believe it.”

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“ AXI, miss?” the driver spoke again, a patient but bored note in his voice. As Jill nodded, he began tumbling both her luggage and the | young artist’s cases into the taxi. “Here, wait—" began the young man, protesting. “There's plenty spoke quickly. ‘Well, thanks. out soon.” “Just drive,” Jill told the bewiGgered cub driver, adding as she tured to the young man, “there's | a string of hotel arounds this sectiorn—on Park Avenue, on LeXxington.” “I'm not looking for a hotel, but | a more permanent place to park.” | The driver concentrated on going | nowhere, dashing recklessly in and out of traffic in a manner that left ne doubt that the age of miracles had not passed. Besides maneu-

of room,” Jill

I'll be dropping

about a queer world. Plain goofy, these young people. ” n ” TLL. was also thinking about a | queer world. Queer and wonderful.

There was a bellig- | bands. shoulders. | really my fault that nobody met I think I wrote that I'd be |

| the regular kind of family.

Jill smiled. “I don't like brass

But I do like families.

And when 1

at being very

a family at home waiting to wel-

| come you.”

Jill thought there was a rather wistful sound to his voice. She spoke impulsively. “Yes. But of course we're not

It’s |

if T didn't |

You |

INDIAN AGENT'S

| see my father is only my stepfather. He had loved my mother before she married the first time, And after her husband—-(my father) died, then dad married mother. He's been exactly like a real father to Jack—my brother—and to me, too. And to Barry, also. All of us took the Wentworth name.” “Who is Barry?” “I suppose he's a sort of stepbrother. You see, after mother died, dad married again. Another widow, with a son—Barry—who is just a little younger than Jack. We're rather mixed up, aren't we? Now about you?”

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“Y CAME over on the same ship. Tourist,” the young man replied simply. “It's much cheaper. | After a summer of travel, there | wasn't much left. But I had been cooped up so long, I had to move about, if I starved afterward.” “Cooped up?” “In a studio in Paris. | fore that—" “Before that?” Jill prompted. “Oxford, the Sorbonne, the Beaux Arts.” “Oh!” There was a world of re- | spect in Jill's exclamation. | “There were some places I'd al- | ways wanted to paint. So TI went | off and painted them. TI had a | practical purpose back of it all, of | | course.” | n n ” | YF Miss Benedict were here now q { L Jill thought, I'd strangle her. He LI'L ABNER [ had traveled a long distance just

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to paint that gate. “And now,” the young man con-

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SINCE SHIRLEY'S ALREADY A YOu ) TO COME. TO MY | eluded, “I'm here. FRAT DANCE. WITH ME | His voice carried. 0 here, sir?”

“You want

| out the driver called

“Just as well here | where,” the young man | “Drop me off at by

(To Be Continued)

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RUMMAGE SALE—By Verne J. Barbe

NO+~ TERRIBLE! THEY CANT GITA PIANER TUNER TO COME DOWN HERE.

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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“Why, the fur isn’t old—you’ve worn it only a couple of years.”

“And how about the couple of years the wolf wore it 2™

WW J —By Al Capp

SQ WHAT 7-I'VE ALWAYS HATED THOSE COLLEGE AND 5 GIVES

BUT-AFTER Bs RAN RIGHT INTO HIMF

“91 want you to go

LOUDY M'GINNIS ambled into |“

the Home Cafe just before the |

pounds of laziness to the top of one |

|of the stools in front of the counter. |the little fellow pulls out a billfold |

Sue, who had all the hoi polloi |

{around that part of the city tagged, | He stands there holding them in his | [turned to the pie cupboard.

“What'll you have, Cloudy? Ap- | ple, loganberry——"

Cloudy pounded the counter with |

la good-natured fist.

“Hot-dogs and sauerkraut,” he said buovantly. |

AND HER OLD MAN COACHES

ABBIE AN' SLATS

(SURE WE FINALLY BEAT MILFORD, BUT Lk IT WASNT FRECKLES FAULT’ IF YOU : ASK ME, HE'S SELLING OUT! HE'S NUTS ABOUT THAT WAYMAN GIRL...

KINGSTON!

(ANT IT BARELY possiBLE THAT FRECK LOOKS BAD THIS YEAR ON PURPOSE ¥ SUPPOSE HE GETS INTO THAT KINGSTON GAME | WELL AND DOESN'T DO A THING 2

(PEOPLE WILL SAY IT JUST )

WASK'T FRECK'S YEAR ! BUT IF HE LOOKED GOOD INOW, AND LOOKED BAD AGAINST KINGSTON, THEY D THINK HE WAS DOING [T FOR THE GIRL'S OLD

IN OTHER WORDS, HE'S GONNA LOOK BAD ALL SEASON, TO PAVE “THE WAY FOR LOOKING BAD AGAINST KINGSTON, WITHOUT AROUSING SUSPICION | “THINK IT OVER, BOYS... IT MAKES

- SINCE HER MOTHER DIED «== in there and bid.” |

HE auctioneer is begging someone to raise the bid so 1 | YOUNG TOUGH ~ == ng

“Well, the bidding keeps on that | way and when it reaches a dollar

( and takes out two worn dollar bills. a hands. Every time he raises the bid he swallows and his baseball, or | Adam's apple, runs up his throat. | “All the women in the crowd be- | gin to titter and talk to each other | behind their hands. It makes me feel sorta ashamed of myself, so T|

| “Where dja get all the money?” |]ook around at the big woman, but | (Sue was suspicious. “Haven't been | gw: signals me to keep on bidding. | (at work, have ya?” | “Well, I finally get the slippers at “Aw—no, not ‘exactly.” [two-ten because $2 are all the little “It’s this way,” he continued a few | fellow’s got. After I get them from [minutes later, swallowing an over- |the auctioneer and pay the clerk I | generous mouthful. “About half an |edge toward the back of the room | hour ago I'm walking down 4th St.|and get close to the big dame. I | | minding my own business when I see | start to hand her the slippers, but |

JUDY’S BEEN THE ONE PERSON IN THE WORLD I'VE CARED ABOUT, MAYRE I'VE SPOILED HER --BUT I'M NOT GOING TO LET HER WASTE HERSELF ON ANY POVERTY -STRICKEN, NO-ACCOUNT] i —

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AN/STREN'TH--AN’ IDEAS. /1'M WILLING TO ) 1M GOIN'T MAKE MYSELF \ WAIT AND SEE / ) SOMETHIN' BIG IN TH WORLD) I/LL MAKE YOU) ~=-BIG ENOUGH T/DESERVE / A SPORTING JUDY/ YOU WAIT AN/ SEE! | PROPOSITION / sr mm’ IF YOU CAN COME on TO ME - - CHRISTMAS EVE --WITH

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| mext.’ | pushing me through the crowd to- |

| ward the door and the first thing | |I know I'm inside the building

| that needs oiling.

| practically

| wants, So I put in a bid of 15 cents. | You see, I think if I can get them

| tell me to keep the change.

| sing-song savs, ‘Fifteen

| comes from the direction of the hat I had noticed a few minutes ago. I'm sorta curious to

of fellow would want thos vering expertly, he was ruminating slippers so I S tor

|a crowd of women going in and out | {of the old Holt building. I think to |

myself this is strange, because the building is supposed to be empty.

| Well, when TI get up close I read on |

the window that there is a rummage

| sale going on inside. Not only is it |

4 rummage sale, but it is an auction | rummage sale.”

n un un ’ OW, of course. I got no busi- | ness there,” he went on, “so I step off the sidewalk and try to

walk around the mob but just as |

| I'm opposite the door a big sister | bears down on me and grabs me

by the arm. My, but she’s huge. |

| She's got arms like stovepipes and | ] | him about the big dame who gives | v4 promote studies of

a sort of desperate look on her face. She holds me with one hand | and digs inte her pocketbook with | the other. “ ‘Here,’ she says, ‘is $2—no, $2.50. | I want you to go in there and bid! in that pair of men’s old house slippers that are going to be put up | |

“I start to protest, but she is!

about 20 feet from the auctioneer, | who is an old gal with a voice | “I look around and find that I'm | engulfed by women. Over to my right I see & man's hat,

‘but the fellow is so short that I|

can’t see him over the top of the! two husky gals between wus. on 2 “JUST then the woman crying the sale picks up a pair of old dirty | brown house slippers and tries to | get a bid on them. Theyre prac- | tically worn out, but I suppose | theyre ‘the pair that the dame

cheap, maybe the big ‘dame will

“The auctioneer, in her soueaky | cents—I got 15 cents—who'll make it a quxrter?’ Nobody answers for a few seconds, then a voice says, ‘I will’ It is a man’s voice, kind of weak and thin, but a man's voice nevertheless. It

see what sort

take a few steps forward so I kin see him. “He's a scrawny little shrimp, | wearing a string tie and a gray

suit that needs pressing. His neck

is skinny and his Adam's apple sticks out like he tried to swallow

Here she was sitting in a taxi|a baseball and it stuck.

[ HEN I get outside, who do I

she gestures for me to go on by. | “But what'll I do with 'em? I] ask. |] to The Indianapolis Times “ ‘Anything--throw them in the Washington Service Bureau, river if vou want to, but get rid of | 1013 13th St., N. W., Washingthem,” says she. ‘And keep the 40 |! ton, D. C. Legal and medical cents change.’ advice cannot be given, nor can # extended research be wundertaken.

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“Since he's so friendly like, T tell president of Princeton as chairman,

the social me the money. | val £ t ict Dr. Rav “Then would you believe it, the | V8 us 9. MOTION PICLIrSs. i y

little guy says as how the big wom- | Lyman Wilbur is the present chairan is his wife, and those are his| man, and the offices are at 111 Sutslippers. He says she took them | ter St., San Francisco, Cal.

away from him because she thinks ; : theyre a disgrace to wear around | @Q—What is the average thickness of hippopotamus hide?

the house. A—Two inches.

Q—In what year was the University of Paris founded? A—The exact date is unknown but it was an outgrowth of the Cathedral School of Notre Dame, and probably was founded between 1140 and 1170 by Phillip II.

Q—At what time during the depression were the greatest number of persons unemployed?

A—The National Industrial Conference Board, Inc., estimated that saved 40" | the peak of unemployment was in “I know,” Cloudy interrupted, “but | Oe A Mmpely

I hated to have the little fellow's | feet hurt, so I sold him back his| ‘Q—What can I use to dissolve sulshoes for $2.” phur? THE END. Lomi most efficient solvent for ee 4 sulphur is carbon bisulphide. This The characters in this story are fictitious, chemical is an extremely volatile and inflammable liquid, having a | low ignition point, and is therefore | dangerous to handle and great care | should be taken on account of the | fire risk.

| Q—What it the nationality of Maj. Edward Bowes? A—He was born in San Francisco, Cal, and is of Irish descent

Ys LL the time he's telling me this he keeps looking at those old slippers kind of wistful like.” Cloudy finished his sauerkraut and weiners and mopped up his plate with an extra piece of bread. Sue followed behind the counter as he walked to the cash register, and watched him as he reached into his pocket. His hand, when he withdrew it, contained not only a quarter, a dime and a nickel, but two worn $1 bills as well. She said slowly “But you said you

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(Convricht 1937 United Feature Svndicate)

YOUR HEALTH

By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor N recent years the dust diseases particularly prominent have been those conditions which result from employment where there is much dust in the atmosphere. Perhaps the worst of all the dust diseases is silicosis caused by breathing silica dust. There are also conditions such as asbestosis, from breathing asbestos dust: anthracosis, from breathing coal dust, and siderosis from inhaling iron dust. Silicosis has been called miner's consumption, potter's asthma or stone mason's tuberculosis, according to whether it is found among workers in mines, in potteries or in the stone industry.

” ” ” ILICA is an element occurring in sand and in various other combinations and it is of particular importance in the glass industry. Tt is used in all sorts of scouring and polishing and in sandpaper grinding. It is found in fertilizer and in insecticides, as a filler in rubber, in the manufacture of various insulating materials and in the grinding of lenses. When the dust containing silica is inhaled, changes in the lung occur which involve the production in the Tung of scars of fibrous tissue. The condition develops gradually, beginning with a dry cough, a tendency to catch cold easily, shortness of breath, and later perhaps some fever. Of greatest importance in the diagnosis of silicosis is the use of the X-ray. ” » » ARTICLES of dust will cause a shadow on the X-ray plate. Gradually there develop certain tiny lines which change to mottled spots Finally there appears a so-called “snow storm” effect. All workers in dust industries should have an X-ray examination and a general physical examination previous to employment, and it might be well for them also to have an X-ray examination at least once each year to determine the extent to which any changes are progressive. If there is found to be any silicotic change in any worker's lung, he should be removed immediately from his employment.

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