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FRIDAY, OCT. 22, 1937 FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES OUT OUR WAY

WHY, THIS DEAL WILL MAKE A HALF MILLION IN

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KIDS USED TO HAVE FUN YEARS AGO, BUT YOU DASSEN'T, NOW— YOUR FUTURE MIGHT SUFFER~ ; SO MUCH

BY MARY RAYMOND

NO, BUT IT WILL BE, IN TEN YEARS FROM NOW! AN' WE'LL STILL BE HUNTIN' aaa

CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH, heroine, attractive debutante.

ALAN JEFFRY, artist. BARRY WENTWORTH, brother. JACK WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, cil heiress.

hero, rising young

Jill's step-

Yesterday: Mrs. Wentworth lays her plans for Barry and Sylvia and plans too that Jill wil marry one of the banker Montannes.

CHAPTER THREE

HE summer lodge was perfect in its sylvan setting. Great trees towered above it. A blue lake, curving with the sky, washed lightly against green banks, close by. High-powered speed boats skimmed the lake's serene surface. Lazy-looking canoes bobbed at intervals, sturdy skiffs tugged at ropes near the pier. The long verandas, gay furniture, looked particularly inviting. The gay furniture was new. For, in preparation for the big event, the lodge had been completely redecorated. Colorful handblocked linen draperies, fresh from decorators’ hands, were at the wide windows. Bright flowered chintz

illows casually piled about in deep

chairs and on gliders. = = n BREEZE from the lake swept through the thin wire mesh of the front screened-porch, stirring a bowl of mint leaves. The mint would presently find its way into southern juleps. Sam, colored major domo of the lodge, was in charge of this rite at all the Wentworth's outings. Sam had served the Fairfields. family of the first Mrs. Wentworth, “always.” During her lifetime, he had come from his southern home to serve “young missus” in the Wentworth town Some years later, when he had grown too old for heavy service, the second Mrs. Wentworth had transferred him to the country lodge. Mrs. Wentworth glanced now at the cocktail and highball glasses. There was no use to overlook the fact. Young people these days expected to be served drinks. They'd

dub a party a washout if you didn’t. !

She hoped Barry would be sensible. If only he were like Jack and Jill, who didn’t drink at all. 2 un on

ILL came on the porch just then. |

and Sam grinned delightedly: “The spitten image of pore Miss Jacqueline,” he ruminated. “A proud look to her. But no kind of

mean pride like the Bible done say | Just folks, Miss Jill | is. Mrs. Wentworth likes puttin’ on |

go befo’ a fall.

all this dog. don’t ness.” A sudden nostalgia for the white columned home in which he had served in younger and happier days in the South swept through the old servant. “How are you, Sam?” Jill asked. “I'm just wondering if you could fix a nice, minty lemonade for us.” “Lemonade!” There was a howl of derision. “Sam never heard the word!”

But Miss Jill, she

” = 2 "Yun Beggin’ your pardon. The ladies where I come from drink lots of lemonade. It's the men folks, mostly, who wants mint Julep and Gentle Annie.” “A Gentle Annie for me, by all means,” Barry said. He had come up beside Jill, suddenly. “Powerful strong, Gentle Annie is,” demurred old Sam. ‘You can’t make ’em too strong for me,” Barry declared. “When you've finished with that circus drink Miss Jill wants, open up the locker and do your stuff.” Presently, with a glass in his hand, Barry was singing snatches of the St. Louis Blues. Jill glanced across at Sylvia Sutton. Sylvia was wearing a simple white sports dress, which made her look like a patrician angel, Jill thought. Not the cherubic kind. Sylvia's nose was straight and slender. Her coral lips might have been carved by a sculptor bent upon perfection in line and expression. Her eyes were wide and blue and appealing. She was small and slender and beautifully molded. He should have labeled: “Handle with Care,” Jill mused. 5 8 5 OOR Sylvia. She would probably find life a bit rough, if she married Barry. They were well suited in other respects. Barry, with his saturnine darkness, was a perfect foil for Sylvia's delicate blondness. There was something extremely devilish, at least devil-may-care, about Barry, which contrasted sharply with Sylvia's angelic qualities. Jill glanced up at Barry. was not looking at Sylvia. eves met Jill's mockingly. “Spill it,” he said. «Oh, it’s nothing,” Jill answered. «1 was just thinking that too many Gentle Annies aren't good for a host. Don’t forget Sylvia is here.”

“Sylvia doesn’t mind. She knows |

it can be mighty monotonous walking a straight line all the time. A fellow has to weave around a little. What a pretty little preacher you're turning out to be, Jill.” Jill said nothing. “Pretty is a pale word for you,” Barry continued in a low tone. “You've got what it takes, Jill.” For some reason, Jill was not pleased. There was something awfully silly and so unnecessary about

paying compliments to sisters. Even |

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HE afternoon merged warm cloudless night, the young people found ideal for boating. They were out early the next morning and remained on the lake the greater part of the day. Swimming, aquaplaning, canoeing, dashing about recklessly in motorboats. After luncheon, they were back on the lake again for more of the same sport. The sun began dropping slowly, streaking the lake with brilliant color. In duos and quartets.

into a

Jill and Milo were on their way |

back to the lodge when they met Sylvia and Barry headed toward the lake, “You're not starting back!” Jill exclaimed. ” = 2 ILL took in the situation, anxiously. Barry's flushed face and the lihle points of light in his dark

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Guests began straggling in. | |

| he was drinking. | “Let's make it a real race tomorrow,” Jill suggested. “I'd like to ({ race Milo.” “All right, come on,” Barry said. “Too late. There's a big, black cloud, too.” “Joy-killer Jill,” Barry retorted. “Well, you can't stop our fun.” “I couldn't stand Barry's boast- | fulness another minute longer,” Sylvia said, with a laugh. “I've been h#hdling a motorboat since I was 12, and he thinks he can outrace me.

Jill's. “Don't stinate people. Well, so long. betting on Sylvia.” un

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at the door. “Where Barry?” she queried anxiously. “He and Sylvia took two of the boats, planning to race,” Jill answered. Mrs. Wentworth's eves were focused on the lake. It's surface was rougher. There was a chil in the air. Some ominous looking clouds were massing overhead. “I don’t like the look of that sky,” she said. “Neither did I,” Jill said, slowly. “Thar's wind in them thar clouds,” drawled Tommy Lane. “Tommy, don't be funny,” you'll “frighten Mrs. Wentworth,” Lucia Willis warned. "He's not being funny.” This from Landy Brent. “Those thunderheads carry a lot of wind.” “Landy! You sound so dramatic. Do take me out on the lake, and we can rescue Sylvia and Barry.” “No, please!” Mrs. Wentworth spoke sharply. “You would be two more to worry about. Surely, they will be sensible and come in | soon.” “Of course they will, Mrs. Wentworth,” Tommy said, cheerfully. “How about you and Milo taking on Lucia and me for a mah jong tussle? | Landy, suppose you stroll down to [ the pier and see if you can spot | those goofs anywhere.” “What's that!” Lucia cried. “A put-put as I live,” Tommy | replied. “Theyre coming in. And | in good time, I'd say.” | Without warning the storm broke. | Great, gusty waves of water were | rolled over the shore. The lake was

Just an old show off.” | Milo had linked his arm through | waste words on ob-! I'm |

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MAN'S figure was balanced

precariously on the rocking |

| pier, and then, head down, car=2 | running toward the lodge. The group on the porch moved Mrs. Wentworth had

| to meet him.

| opened the door and was down the | | steps to greet the hurrying figure.

“Barry! Barry!” | “Don’t be an idiot, mother,” | Barry cried. Dripping with water, wild-eved, he had reached the porch. A chorus greeted him: “Where is Svlvia?” “Sylvia! Good heavens, | she come in?” “What do you think?” Landy drawled, coldly?” “We were on the way toward | the point when the storm came up. It was getting dark. I didn't sce her or hear the motor—so I | thought—" Barry broke off. The porch had filled suddenly, as groups from the living room joined the anxious group around Barry.

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" h, goodness, is anybody hurt? Where's Sylvia?” Millicent Whitney asked in an excited tone. “We don't know,” Lucia answered. “Some of you fellows will have to help,” Landy said. ‘We've got to get a boat off and search for her, We may all go into the soup—" “A boat couldn't live in that water now,” Tommy spoke grimly. ‘But if you go, I'll go with you. Say, wait a minute, someone is coming.” An automobile horn sounded, and two lights loomed up near the porch. Landy reached for a switch, and an electric lantern that swung by the door poured light out into the gloom. A man had leaped from the car. As he came toward the porch the watchers could see he carried someone in his arms. “It's Jack Wentworth!” Tommy cried. ‘He's bringing Sylvia in. My God!”

(To Be Continued)

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ILLY PETERS’ eyes were darting into all the hiding places | behind the men and the baskets. | Somewhere among the farmers in the tobacco warehouse was Jess Bullock. Behind this heaped-high basket or that one. In that knot of { men. Somewhere. | Hugging herself and shaking, | Rilly had followed Lodowick Peters las a mountain woman should follow her man—even though they were both In their early twenties. | Lod had slouched up the aisle between baskets. He had stretched a leaf of burley over his hand and now he was boasting “that tobacco ain’t near’s good as mine.” | It sickened Rilly. She was glad { when she saw Joe Mann elbowing | his way through the farmers. | Lodowick called out, “I had a | good crop, Prof. Brought 54. Reckon | nobody in Fall Creek Valley done | better.” | Joe Mann's warning would not | wait for congratulations, “Jess Bul- { lock’s carrying a gun.” | “I ain't afeard of a Bullock!” | Peters was bitter, “He sent me word to stay away from market.” Joe's high voice sharpened, though his face was colorless and | blank as a hickory nut. “He's go- | ing to kill you, Lod!” | “Pa’s the sheriff and Frank Bullock resisted the law. Besides pa | didn't do no more than wing Frank. | That ain’t nothin’ to shoot me for.” | Joe Mann reminded Lodowick, | “Hadn't been any shooting between | Peters and Bullocks for thirty years | till your pa cracked down on Frank. | A sheriff ought to keep the peace.” = n 5 | ODOWICK growled stubbornly. | “Gin a man resists the law a sheriff's got to shoot.” | Joe turned away, leaving a com- | mand that had been familiar to | Rilly and Lod as children in the | log schoolhouse, “Go on home now | and stay out of trouble.” | Rilly pushed her molasses-candy | hair under her hat and looked hope- | fully toward the door at the far | end of the aisle. Lodowick stooped | to read the price tag on the next | baske:, went on to the next. His

Mind Your | Manners

| EST your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following ques- { tions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Is it now considered good || taste to use artificial flowers in room decoration? 2. Should a second serving [| of food be offered to guests {| when a semiformal table service is used? 3. Are side dishes ever used at a formal dinner? 4. Is it correct to have unlighted candles on a dining table? 5. Where should the carving knife and fork be placed in front of the host?

What would you do if— You are a hostess whose inexperienced maid spills food on a guest or on the table? (A) Apologize profusely? (B) Ignore it? (C) Apologize once and see that maid remedies damage?

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Answers . Yes. . No. . No. . No. . Knife to the night, fork to the left of platter.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—(C).

triumph grew. “I reckon 54 is top price.” Rilly knew he was looking for Jess Bullock's tobacco. True, Lodowick’s folks and the Bullocks hadn't had a shooting since Lod was born, but they had fought aplenty. If a Bullock took first price at the fair, a Peters took second prize. " 2 ”

OD——-" Rilly choked. Then, < because there were dark circles under her eyes and she was trembling he comforted her. “I ain’t goin’ to pick a fight with him.” They wormed around the baskets at the end of the row and into the aisle where the auctioneer walked. “Thirty-four, thirty-four, thirtyfour, do I get five? Six——" The buyers from the great tobacco companies followed the auctioneer and the farmers followed the buyers. Likely Jess Bullock was here. “Seven, seven, now eight?” Lodowick was enjoying the auction. “I wonder how them buyers know what he’s talking about.” And there was Jess Buliock. Jess, staring at them, his right hand hidden beneath his overcoat. = tJ =

ID ULLOCK stood looking down on the younger man and the girl. The auctioneer, the buyers and the farmers went on to the next aisle. Bullock and Peters and Rilly were alone. For a moment Rilly could not move. Cold to her heart, she lis- | tened while Jess Bullock threatened Lod with a warning to her, “Hide behind them baskets, Rilly.” The threat brought fire where the cold had been. She caught tight hold on Lodowick's arm. “You give me your word,” she panted, “not to start nothin’.” Lod Peters would not look at his wife. “Do like he told you,” he demanded. “Hide behind them baskets.” She held with the strength of fright until she stumbled and lost Ler balance. She fell against Jess Bullock. He pushed her away so that she stood apart.

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OW came a voice behind Bullock, a high voicve Jess had | learned to heed. “Fifty-six, Jess, | your Tobacco brought 56. Just sold. | Brought 56!” Prof. Mann was coming toward them, not seeming to hurry, his face as colorless and blank as a hickory nut. Jess Bullock's eyes wick. Joe Mann's voice twanged through their minds, “56, Jess! Top price for this market.” The teacher stood among them now, his cold hand steadying Rilly. Top price. Top price for a Bullock! Jess Bullock's eyes changed. His mouth changed, too. His hard mouth opened to question Lod, “What did you git for your tobacco?” Lodowick Peters’ gun was warm against his tight hand. Joe Mann gripped Rilly’'s arm and she knew she must answer for Lod, though the words scraped her throat. “Weuns got 54.”

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ESS grinned. Then with his head thrust toward Lod he spat words that a Peters could not take from a Bullock: “You're whupped!” The little teacher, strong for this moment, threw himself upon Lodowick Peters and held him while Bullock swaggered away to read the tag on his prize tobacco. And, wrestling with him, Joe Mann panted, “You and Rilly give me a lift home —quick—I lied to him—Jess Bullock’s tobacco brought 51!” The warehouse, big as a hundred barns, rocked under Rilly, The tobacco smell grew strong. The chant of the auctioneer was like the hum in a bee tree. But Rilly Peters clutched a fold of Lodowick’s coat and followed her man home . . . as a mountain woman should.

THE END. The characters in this story are fictitious. (Copyright, 1087, 23sture Syndicate)

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T couldn't happen now, but when they used the flying wedge and mass power plays in football, rules were few. It was in one of those old-time contests that, when the game started, only 10 men of the “Reds” trotted onto the field. The absence of one man was not noticed, and the “Reds” received the kickoff. On the first play, the fullback threw a pass, not to one of his ends, scampering down the field, but across the gridiron toward the stands. Nonchalantly, a tall man, in brown derby and raincoat, and smoking a pipe, jumped from his sidelines seat, caught the ball, and started running down the field. As he ran, he discarded raincoat, hat and pipe, and stood revealed in football togs the + leventh player, He made the touchdown!

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