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CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH, heroine, attractive debutante, ALAN JEFFRY, hero, artist, BARRY WENTWORTH, brother. JACK WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress.

rising young

Jill's step-

Yesterday—Ardath Holm sets her cap for Alan, after his break with Jill, and arrives unannounced one day at his studio.

CHAPTER TWELVE HOPE I'm not intruding. Per- | haps you are busy,” Ardath |

began, humbly enough. | her. the laps of the gods.

She had long ago realized that humility is a becoming role for a woman dealing with a proud and spirited man. “I remembered the lovely pictures, | and I wanted to see them in a nicer place.” “No,” Alan heard himself saying to his own amazement, in a courteous tone that held none of his | previous irritation. “I was painting, but it is nothing that cannot wait.” | “Oh, please! I'd love to see a] picture in the making. Couldn't I?”

“I'm afraid not,” Alan answered | slowly. “I paint in my bedroom, you see. It isn't a very conventional studio or presentable place.” “I'm not conventional, either. And I'm not accustomed to orderly places. I could never bear to tidy up rooms, like some girls. I'll have eyes only for the picture.” »¥ 5 » LAN was amazed at her inter-

h. est. He had not expected artistic enthusiasm from this girl. He

| probably prove an apt model.

| telephone number.

there had been one. A ld . beautiful clear-eved girl, whose | new cynicism, exactly like a bold The | label:

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| clear eyes had masked deceit. | most dreadful of all deceits. A | conspiracy to topple his pride and professional integrity. A conspiracy to make a soft fool of him. The thought of Jill, bringing | with it agdin the pain of broken | romance and disillusionment, {made him feel more tolerant of | this girl with her purposes so honestly exposed. Yes, she would

He didn't like her. He distrusted her. But he might paint He would leave the issue on Tomorrow he might be inclined to smile over the woman asleep and the woman

| awake.

“I think,” drawled Ardath. had watched indecision plaving over his face, and read it wisely. “that I'll leave my address and After all, vou might need a model, some day. Who knows?” Who knew? Alan took the card she gave him and walked with her to the door. ” x » FTER she had gone he looked at the small card. Ardath Holm. The name seemed to suit. The address, he told himself, meant nothing to him.

who |

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It was just as well to tear it up, |

this small card that was a tangible temptation of some kind. But instead, Alan crossed to 2 desk and dropped the card into a drawer which held some receipts and more unpaid bills. The next day Alan saw Jill's pic-

| her debut is ‘two seasons cold.”

BY MARY RAYMOND

It would be, Jill thought, with a

“Look what the debutantes of this season have to offer. And then look at what marriage with the daughter of John Wentworth offers. Not to be ignored even if

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ER mother was desperately eager for her to marry. Well, in this respect she was not so very different from most of the other | mothers, Jill thought. All of them | were anxious to weep at daugh- | ters’ weddings, and give the bride-

groom a grateful peck on the cheek for taking them away. | Well, at least, she would compro- | mise regarding the ball, and be] paraded once more. { And then came an electric, daring thought. She would send an invitation to Alan. Patty would learn his address. From Ardath Holm, if necessary. Jill felt almost lighthearted as she played with the happy idea, which was entirely within the realm of | possibilities. | “I can't understand your sudden enthusiasm for the party,” Mrs. | Wentworth said, fixing Jill with a | speculative eye. “Is there some spe- | cial reason?” n n n

HE always distrusted Jill's special | reasons, which were so curi-| ously unworldly, so different from |

the ideas of her set. “Nothing special!” Jill's voice]

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TUESDAY, NOV. 2, 1937 FLAPPER FANNY

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“You say this one was for

corspicuous gallantry, Col.

Busby? I remember Fanny saying you were a terrible lady-killer.”

—By Al Capp

BEFORE SUNRISE -WE

FF AND YETTHE NIGHT

VERY ’-| REMEMBER -

YEARS AGO -THE LAST

ELIJAH -

DAWN WiLL BREAK A FEW MOMENTS. IT WAS JUST ABOUT

had not expected anything. He had scarcely been aware of her those other times, But today he was aware of her. Not with the same awareness that

1S WARM. SIGNIFICANT, EH, SAUL?

CAME. UPON UNCLE ELIJAH -AS ~HE - SAT - BY -THE - FIREPLACE = - SHIVERING == =

UNCLE ELIJAH WERE PRESENT. IT WAS JUST SUCH A NIGHT - AND -

Mrs. Wentworth's | “What could he |

Jill aroused in him—a current of feeling flowing sweetly and deeply between them. He knew this girl was here, however. There was something not unpleasantly fiattering in the intent look in her eves. Her hair was the blondest he had ever seen. Her eyes were blond eves, too, if there could be blond eyes; | and if you could forget the purpleblack and very large irises.

A tempestuous nature lurked

of major importance in the winter calendar. “By now,” determined

Alan decided fiercely, to face sober reality.

possibly have to worry about? Most | men look worried. It's a way they | have of impressing their wives with their importance. Every husband

“she has probably forgotten that she | thinks of himself as an Atlas going |

If she hasn't, she the parties begin. rich girls like Jill

ever knew me. will when all Pleasure is all think about.”

If he had known, Jill was ready |

| for any excitement which would act

as a temporary escape from thinking at all.

around with the world on his shoulders. You never see any of them cutting out parties they want to give because of the expense.” Just the same, Jill resolved. TI'il| sound father out. All her romancing | of the moment before seemed child-

| ish and absurd now. If father didn't

ELIJAM- COMPLAINED" -OF-THE __ COLD -

expres-

behind the calm, almost : sionless face. he felt sure. She, The brilliant ball ‘was one Mrs. | want the party, they wouldn't have might be none too sharp intellec- | wai had op nine a long | one. 1 : , | while. e wanted it to eclipse any | If he did, she would send Alan an tually, but she was ‘emotionally, Alan | social affair Jill had ever been given | invitation.

| realized. : ; (and to rank with the elaborate | She had the fierce emotional | see of ‘the Season. |

Daily Short Story

Yes, that was it. She was a sort | ALONE—By Glenn Reilly

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

Freee 1S VISITING JUNE WAYMAN WHOSE FATHER COACHES KINGSTON, SHADYSIDE'S BITTER RNAL

(PrEckiES, T TRY © (mv Lec? { No, My Boy! BUT TI CAN 1 (June... GET ME 0) UNDERSTAND THE BOYS DID JUNE [SEE YOU'RE LIMPING A SOME HOT APPLIWHO PLAY ON MY TEAM... LITTLE! DOES YOUR COACH CATIONS AND A BOLL I GUESS “HERE'S NO KNOW ABOUT IT ? ao s] LAW AGAINST TRYING TO ; | UNDERSTAND A BOY SN 2 SHADYSIDE

ON ANCTHER TEAM ! (Zz) WHAT'S THE MATTER Li 2 . 5 Li rae LN A (1 DIDN'T TELL MY COACH

WITH YOUR LEG 2 ABOUT IT' HE DOESN'T

(Te Be Continued)

IT REALLY HAPPENED

; N a) 4 =~ \ N32 \ N\ 7 cr {Na JE in the annals of mo foot! ) yard run in the WRONG DIRECTION. With 70,000 fans packing the stadium for the Rose Bowl game of 1929, California opened a first quarter attack that was checked by Georgia Tech on the southerners’ 23-vard line. Tech fumbled and Riegels, California center and captain-elect, scooped up the ball and started to run Suddenly he about-faced and headed for his own goal. The roar of the crowd drowned the yells of his teammates as he dashed on to the 6-inch line where he was tackled by Benny Lom, California left half. Lom’s punt from behind the goal was blockgd, giving Tech two points on a safety that provided the margin of victory in Tech's | 8-7 victory.

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of superb animal. A type. ” un ”n

E would like to put her on canvas. Paint her as a woman who was emotionally asleep, with a | slow, sluggish smile on her wide, mobile mouth. A smile that just] touched her sleepy eyes. And then paint her again as a woman awak- | |

JUNE ..You GO INTO THE OTHER ROOM ! I WANT TO HAVE A TALK WITH FRECKLES!

KkNow ! YOU'RE GOING © TRY TO LEARN “THE

ORDON awoke just as the train | own life and had abruptly left him, slowed down to make its way | he had been miserable. through the outskirts of the city. | * 4 Ww For of course a woman of this| From the window of his compart- | FAVEN then he had entertained type would have love affairs, which | ment he watched with commingled | some hope of finding her right would burn out eventually, without | interest and cynicism as the pretty | here in the city which spread away ever having aroused any real OF | gyhyrbs with their bright houses and | in all directions from the station.

: : : KNOW THAT'S WHY I'M ened, with a fierce, possessive light oo A wa fi in her eyes, her lips curved for a |

caress.

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—By Raeburn Van Biren wA-AL=-IN THAT cack, ) You CaN RR 2 JASPER=-- THERE'D BE {Thar CERTA! NOTHING FOR ME T/DO A BOY STUFF, -=- BUT ARREST THAT f\ BENJAMIN CERTAIN BOY.

SUPPOSE , BEN JAMIN, YOU COULD PRODUCE TWO WITNESSES WHO

\'D HESITATE T/ACCUSE TH/LAD--AN’ RUINH8S LIFE, D MEBBE---ON JUST THAT LITTLE BIT O/ ARCUM~

GOOD MORNIN BENJAMIN! | WA-AL , JASPER LOVELY MORNIN? ISN'T 1T-- {--WE DID GLO-RIOUS MORNIN’ ANY|FIND A BOYS | SUSPECTS IN THE HENWOOD / POCKETKNIFE ; ' CASE ? IN TH’ HOUSE

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? he would care to share them with.

the rich tints of his picture might | been—downhill,” he said aloud to no | ramp “It’s odd that I]

be revealed fo his visitor. He looked at his portrait; the | regal head of a young Russian aris- | tocrat, as he remembered her. He |

one in particular. should realize it for the first time coming into my own home town.” He smiled only with his mouth as

the cab which nosed along and Gordon mechanically | followed them in. The driver turned | and slid the glass partition open.

“Where to, sir?’ Gordon stared

the |

felt a sudden distaste, thinking of | the train slid its smooth length into | at the driver for a moment, think- |

the two pictures which had flashed | into his mind .a moment before. This one, despite the rich red of | the velvet scarf. the violet-blue eves | and shining black hair. seemed strangely colorless in comparison. “I like it,” Ardath said.

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LAN warmed to statement. She was ignorant, he knew. Very ignorant about cultural things. But she made no pretense of knowledge, for which he admired her. “Who is she?” Something pricked | through Ardath's throaty tone. Alan recognized it indifferently as something close to jealousy. The recognition of every woman of every other woman as a rival. He smiled a little. A smile that lifted the gravity on his handsome, lean young face. “She was a girl T knew in Petrograd,” he ‘explained. ‘She was] of noble birth, but when I met her | she was a waitress in a restaurant. | I persuaded her to sit for me and I | put royal red around her. It was a| color that suited her, and belonged | to her.” “Oh,” Ardath murmured. This time jealousy of the proud young woman, who had been set apart | from her Alan's tone, was in the | open.

the simple

" % ® T was all very well to visualize | her on two canvases. But putting her there—especially in the mood his imagination had evoked, with her full lips parted to reveal gleaming teeth—might be more difficult. Rather than be an inspiration, she might play havoc with it. “I don’t know,” Alan temporized. “Have you ever posed for pictures?” “I'm a model for clothes,” Ardath replied. “I pose every day for somebody. I shouldn't think it would be so very different.” She had seated herself on the couch, and the rich tapestry emphasized her exotic qualities. “Very different.” Alan said. “Posing for clothes doesn’t require any mental effort. But when an artist demands a mood—" “What kind of mood?” questioned, her eyes on his. Alan colorecd. Never mind that. If this girl theught she could force him into confidences, she was mistaken. His thoughts were his own. There had never been a woman yet

Ardath

the grimy train shed. That was a bad habit he had gotten into—talking to himself. He wondered if every man who spent all his time within himself got into that habit. Ed on on HE porter came and took his bags away but Gordon made

| no immediate move to follow. There | was plenty of time, alli the time in |

the world. Life was just a procession of movements any more without any special significance or importance. Travel was just a means now of making life bearable in some small

| way.

The physical effort entailed in constantly moving from place to place took the edge off his mental torture. But it was the best means of keeping him from thinking of Gloria. For the first year after she had definitely decided to lead her

Mind Your

Manners

EST your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should one cut buttered potatoes with a knife? 2. If one objects to tipping, is it all right for him not to tip in a restaurant where tipping is the custom? 3. Should the person who does not wish to tip ask for curb service? 4. Should a man light a woman’s cigaret before lighting his own? 5. Is a buffet supper a suitable way to entertain guests who have spent the evening at a dance or at a theater performance? What would you do if— You would rather read than talk and yet a train companion keeps addressing remarks to you— A. Answer his questions briefly but courteously, and then go back to your magazine or book? B. Answer him in monosyllables? C. Tell him that you want to read?

” 2 2 Answers

1. No. They are cut with a fork. 2. No. If he objects to tipping, he should eat at a place where tipping is not customary. 3. No.

4 Yes. He can hold the maten in his hand for a moment until the sulphur fumes are gone. 5. Yes,

Best “What Would You Do” soludion—"A.”

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ing. Where to, indeed? In

the |

| whole city there was no longer one

| place he preferred more than any {other place. No welcoming arms | awaited him, no person would care where he had chosen to be. He was just completely, depressingly alone. “Anywhere you want to go—to a hotel, IT suppose,” he said. The driver wrinkled his brow momentarily, then shrugged and wheeled his cab down the ramp.

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ver frame was definitely attractive. The girl's golden hair contrasted [sharply with the long, dark eyes {and the brows that arched in twin dark wings above them. The mouth, with its potentially petulant lips, was stretched in a smile. Gordon looked at it, just as he had looked at it on similar occasions in countless hotels before. He had never been able to bring himself to tear the taunting picture and remove forever the last link he |held to Gloria. It was almost as if {she were in the room, that picture which followed him with its eyes wherever he moved.

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ORDON stared without actually seeing anything through the mingled smoke and soft lights of | the night club. His mind was not |on the orchestra or the people at |the tables around him. It was on | the girl in the smoothly sheathing | evening gown who was engaged in | pouring into the microphone on the orchestra stand a nostalgic song in a husky, low-toned voice. When he closed his eyes he could still see | her—the golden hair, the long dark eyes, the lips with the half-petu-lant smile. Her song ended, the girl made her way over to Gordon's table. The waiter had seen to that. Under Gordon's close scrutiny she flushed half in anger and half in embarrassment. Her eyes challenged him and Gordon laughed. “Ever been in love with someone you couldn't have?” he asked, bluntly. The girl considered him a moment before replying. h Hh %

“Y SUPPOSE everyone has been, at one time or another,” she answered. “Mostly you find that after all you've just been idealizing them. It's just the fact that you can't have them that makes you think they're £0 good.” Gordon looked thoughtiul. “And if you do get them and they don’t stick?” “Then they're not worth worrying about any more. mister. The same [thing probably happens—after you ‘find they're gone you begin forget[ting everything but their best quali|ties. If a person was logical he'd | just write the whole thing off the | books. But I guess when it ®omes to love human beings aren't very logical.” “You know, T wanted to see ‘vou because you looked so much like someone I u to know,” he said, irrelevantly. “

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Y placed upon the dresser in his | hotel room was a photograph. The | face that looked out from the sil- |

look just abous

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identical, even at close range. That seems odd.” 5 » o ND you're still carrying the torch for her,” she divined. “I'd stop, mister. There's no percentage in getting all tangled up trying for something that's not worth having.” “I think you've got something there,” he admitted, poking thought=fully at the tablecloth with his fork. “Maybe I've got the wrong slant on things and haven't realized it.” The large-sized bill Gordon left for the singer when he left made him feel strangely light of heart. He hoped that it would be more welcome to her thah it would have been to a certain other person. When the maid cleaned his room the folowing morning she found the scraps of what had once been a photograph. THE END

The characters in this story are Bctitious.

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor HEN your skin gets chapped, it is merely reacting to physical irritation. In winter the air is dry and the glands of the skin situated just below the surface are relatively inactive, They produce less moisture than usually. This, together with the increased dryness of the skin, is responsible for chapping. The lack of moisture makes the skin unelastic and brittle. Under such conditions it is more easily attacked by irritating substances such as dishwater and certain irritating soaps. When the fat secreted by the glands in the skin is present in sufficient amounts, these irritants will not attack it. Since, however, the fat of the skin is lessened, it is necessary to apply extra fat in such cases as can be done by the use of suitable ointments. The ordinary ointments used to prevent chapping are cold cream and vaseline. Soaps serve to dissolve the fats from the skin and to take them away from the surface. Therefore, when the skin is chapped, soap and water should be used in great moderation. When they are used the skin should be dried immediately, preferably with a soft towel so as not to injure the damaged tissues stil] further by rubbing.

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F chapping has already occured, the cold cream or other oint= ment may be put on thickly at night

and allowed to remain on the skin.

During the day it may be put on lightly and rubbed in by the hands. If the skin of a woman's face tends to chap, it may be protected ky the wearing of a veil. Men, however, do not wear veils and it may be necessary for them to make certain that there is sufficient grease on the skin whenever they are exposed to the weather conditions which cause chapping. Particularly when an area of the skin is chapped, the avoidance of irritating substance and the application of a sufficient amount of ointment will bring the condition under control. If. however, improvement does not occur promptly, the possibility exists of some other condition being responsible for the symptoms or perhaps the chapping may be complicated by a special sensitivity of the skin to cold or to the weather. This can, of course, be determined by a specialist in diseases of the skin aftsuitable examination

I'M NOT MAKING AN ARREST ~~--YET ~~~

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Syndicate, Ine,

“If this is boring you, Wilbur—why don’t you go down in the bargain basement and buy

yourself a tie?”

SO THEY SAY

I hope we have more of these meetings. A lot of girls no longer will go to the game to see what kind of millinery the other girls are wearing.—Coach Jim Pixlee of George Washington University after

giving a blackboard drill to 100 coeds.

The Duke of Windsor is coming to the United States because he is bored to tears and because his wife wants the social eclat of an American welcome to royalty.

| Hannen Swaffer, London dramatie

critic.

I am confident that the day is not far when the light of peace will shine again. —Gen. Iwane Mate sui, Japanese commander-in-chief at Shanghal. ’