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CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL *VENTWORTH, heroine, attrac- | vive delwtante, | ALAN JEFFRY, artist. BARRY WENTWORTH, brother. JACK WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress.

hero, rising young

Jill's step- |

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Yesterday—Ardath asks Alan to permit her to pose for him some day. Later, Jill decides to invite Alan to her party.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HAT evening after dinner, Jill | asked her father: “What would you think if I told you I was plan- | ning to spend some of your hardearned money on a big and very unnecessary party?” “I'd say ‘Fine.’ ” “You're sure, Dad? It isnt a luncheon or cocktail party or reception for a few score guests, but onc of those great, gilded balls which swish with silk and swish louder with champagne.’ “Go as far as you like with the swishing. You haven't had a big shindig for a long time. People will | be saying: ‘What's happened to the Wentworths? They've forgotten how to entertain. Maybe theyre not feeling so prosperous.’ You can see for yourself, Jill, that would be poor advertising. These days we can't afford to have gloomy spread.” “w 4 % ILL was to remember what her stepfather had said later. But at the time the remark did not seem significant to her. It was typical of her father, who had always been generous with all of his family. | Even with Barry, the waster of the family, though Barry would never admit that he wasted more than most boys in his crowd spent—boys who were supplementing money their parents gave them with sal- | aries of their own. | Jill didn’t agree with her father’s | philosophy that spending was good | advertising. It was the philosophy she heard on all sides, however. But at any event, the party was to be. | She would send Alan the invitation. | A miracle might happen and he would come. A miracle MUST happen! n n » N an excitement of planning, Mrs. Wentworth came nearer to com- | panionableness with Jill than she had since her debut. She appraised everything expertly. If there was | one thing in which she was really

| interested, it was clothes.

For the time she had pushed into | the background the bitter fact that | her plans had miscarried about Barry and Sylvia. Some day she] would remember again that Sylvia | was engrossed in trousseau shop- | ping, carrying the image of Jack in| her heart instead of Bany,| as she purchased her lovely things; | and that with Barry and his father | at odds, Jill and Jack walked | through the world secure in his fa- | vor, with high hearts and high heads. Temporary balm was being laid | on her wounds by the flattering at- | tention of sales people, as arro- | gant in their special niches as their | customers were in their own. "No, Miss Davis, don’t call Miss Walton. | Madame Louise always waits on Mrs. Wentworth, herself.” * o » | HE found Jill surprisingly eager | to shop endlessly for one dress; | Jill, who always loathed the bother | of shopping, and who had accepted substitutes time and again in order | to escape the routine of looking. | It must be that Jill was thinking | with favor of Milo Montanne. It |

was almost too much to hope for. | Jill married to a man of immense | wealth. All of her responsibility would be ended! She threw herself into selection | of the dress with a fervor and | warmth that surprised Jill. For the | time they were just two women | drawn together through an immemorial urge. For a short while, Mrs. Wentworth felt almost motherly toward Jill. It was much the sort of feel- | ing of the bird mother, as she] pushes her young over the side of | the nest, warning them to fly or fall. ’

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RS. WENTWORTH wanted the | AVA party at one of the leading | hotels . . any home affair lacked | the brilliance that a swank down- | town setting could give it. People knew what the initial outlay was in the former, what you had | paid for the ballroom and hotel serv- | ice. But no matter how your own | home swarmed with caterers and | servants, a party there didn’t make | quite the same impression. And then, immense as the ball- | room was at the Wentworths’ home, | there was always more room to spread over—or into—at a hotel. But, to her amazement, her hus- | band vetoed the suggestion. “No | use in throwing money away in large | chunks, when we have every facility for entertaining at home,” he said. |

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HEY were at the dinner table. | Jill, looking at her father, had | the impression again that he looked | weary and worn. She felt trou- | bled. The next moment her step- | father’s eyes met hers, and he | smiled. “If Jill has her heart on! having her party—" “I Javen't, though, dad,” Jill | broke wa quickly. “I'd hate having | it away from home.” . She added | with a flash of her old, mischiev- | ous smile: “It would look as though | you and mother were introducing | me all over again. Anyway, we can | take care of everyone comfortably at home.” Mrs. Wentworth had finally given | in. A week later the invitations | were being addressed. “I hope you've thought of every- | body,” Mrs. Wentworth said to Jill. | “I've racked my brain trying to remember all the parents of your best friends, and other special older guests.” “Parents of all the most eligible | men,” Jill couldn't resist saying. “I | suppose you included Mr. Mont- | anne.” She had encountered her step- | mother at the top of the beautifui spiralling stair, and now would have hurried past, but Mrs. Wentworth spoke nervously: “Could you

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been honest asking him to receive with her, when she would have loathed having him. ? But she mustn't leave her stepILL scarcely ever came to this |pother in this frame of mind. Jill room. Its magnificence de-| turned, retraced her steps, and pressed her. Designed by an in- | knocked on the door.

. Or: faultless taste,, I gave Miss Dexter my list,” Jill Serer Senn > stamped by | said, putting her head inside. “Miss it was yet defnitey stamp Y | Dexter was double-checking, the personality of its owner. Some- | 4,01, and she added several addihow, Jill had the feeling that it |. 4 , had been a battle between them tional men to the stag list. She said

. | men are always failing you at the A question of how much should |, ct pinyte for one reason or anbe left out or how much could be | other.” put in. Mrs. Wentworth, whose | : ideas always ran to quantity, had evidently won cut. “Too gorgeous,” Jill secretly thought, her eyes on the gold fit- | tings on her mother's dressing table. “Is anything wrong, Jill asked. “Jill, I did ask Mr. Montanne, of course. You know we wouldn't have a big party him. But he refused.” “I don’t blame him,” Jill replied. “It would probably bore him to death.”

come into my room for a moment, I want to talk with you.”

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| ” 2 s RESENTLY, Mrs. sought Miss Dexter. The secretary was in a bright little sitting roecm that adjoined her bedroom. It was a cheerful, cozy place with hangings of deep blue, land furniture upholstered in a

Wentworth

mother?”

illusion of warmth that was really | supplied by two radiators. Boxes

| floor and chairs. » ® » OU are taking this very lightly, | Jill, T tell you it was strange. | table He spoke very abruptly. There was | : something——" |as Mrs. Wentworth came in. “What could there be?” Jill asked,| “I'm almost finished,” she sai perplexed. “Mother, I'm nure you're “They'll be ready for mailing within wrong.” |an hour.” “I'm just as sure I'm right,” Mrs.| “I'd like to see Jill's list,”

stamping envelopes. She

Mrs.

reports | wentworth spoke coldly. “Jill, I've | Wentworth said. “She's so careless. | meant to ask you before, but I've! She may have overlooked someone |

been so busy it slipped my mind. | she should invite.” You asked Milo to receive with you, | % | of course.” v y ta " | “No,” Jill said, “I didn't. It would | "J DONT believe she has,” Miss] be encouraging him to believe I care | Dexter spoke, slowly. something for him. And I don’t.| "Her list is very complete. She I only tolerate him around because even thought of the visitors. She ot : i” | | oF Meili Ven TAther | sent invitations to the Langford | “Now, I understand what was the | 8itls, who were supposed to leave matter,” cried Mrs. Wentworth. town 10 days ago. It wouldn't sur- | “Any father would resent the slight | prise me if they weren't waiting in | to his only child. He adores Milo. | hopes of an invitation to this] Surely, Jill, it isn't too late to ask | party.” him to receive with you.” | Miss Dexter sometimes almost “I won't ask him, mother. It|verged on familiarity, of which Mrs. would spoil the party for me.” Wentworth disapproved. But she “Very well,” Mrs. Wenfworth spoke | did approve of Miss Dexter's effiin an aggrieved voice, “I'm afraid | ciency and thorough social knowlyou will be sorry, some day.” | edge and the ability to use it in- ” | telligently. : | Right now, she had a suspicion ILL left the Toon. in a depressed | that Miss Dexter was trying 3D cirmood. It couldn't be true that .,vent her. “I'd like to see the a grown man-—any adult person— | list.” she said firmly. would be petty about a thing ise Miss Dexter handed over several that. Of course, Milo had been hurt, | pages written in Jill's up and down | even angry, when he learned Jill| 3p very youthful hand. There was | planned to ask Bill Whitman II to |, qjjght hesitation in her manner. | receive with her. He hadn't come| aps. Wentworth's eves ran down | near her at Elise’s party, and he had | the jist. Suddenly. her brow con- | been stiff and prigeish at the dinner | yracted ominously. She had reached | at the Worthingtons last night. | an ynfamiliar name: Alan Jeffry. But he would get over it. Hel — always did. And it wouldn't have (To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

WISE BIRD—By Ted Leitzell

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T WAS Janet's scathing refer- |quizzically at this and waited for ence to him as “that dumb par- [Janet to finish what she was saying rot” that woke Mr. McTavish up |!0 Agatha: “I don't believe he in- ) "it & st in ih |vited you and your mother to tea to a renewed interest in the con- this afternoon. And just to prove versation. Up to now he had been [that he didn’t I'm going to call up dozing contentedly on his perch his flat at 3 and ask for you. If

near the window, with an occasional yore Joong. me JS _tave some . . | 8 a . stroll six inches to the left and back | 8 P gw »

six inches to the right. He had listened with only half-awake at- | Mr. Moray crore tention to the two young ladies, | r. McTavish observed la-

Janet, a neighbor, and Agatha, his on, om then in hind "up mistress, as they argued for per- : 5 ove you honesty is

haps the 25th time that week, the | 0° best policy Sont 2ive up ths delicate question of whether Char-| Ship a man’s best friend in his | ley Hammond up in Apartment 3-B | mother.” loved Janet or Agatha. But when | Satisfied, he did a somersault and Mr. McTavish heard Janet sudden- | helped himself to another drink. ly drag him into things by compar- | Janet was gone and there was ing the brains of Agatha and her | Agatha standing in front of him mother to the brains of “that dumb | airing her troubles as she always parrot” he awoke with a start and | did when she was mad about somedecided to contribute something of thing. Mr. McTavish bent forward his own. | sympathetically. Mr. McTavish was proud of his| “She knows I haven't been in-

” ye OUR friends are my friends,”

vocabulary. Some of the statements | vited up there, so she does; and you |

were slightly incongruous when de- | know it, too, don't you Mac?” livered, as he often delivered them, | “Aw, dry up.” Mac recommended with no care for punctuation or somewhat querulously. Outbursts thought continuity. The idea with | like Agatha’s unnerved him and Mr. McTavish was to get the in-|spoiled his digestion. formation across in as little time as | possible. | Mac. He ruffled his feathers in prepara- | handed like this. tion. He would try his famous | think, Mac.” HEREUPON Mac flipped an-

stand-by first. | was W other somersault and did his

“I love you,” he croaked. | six inches to the left and six inches

Let's see you

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| bright, pumpkin shade. Clear winter | without asking sunshine gushed through, giving an |

| of invitations were stacked on the!

Miss Dexter, a neat, efficient per- | [son in her late 30s, sat at a wide |

looked up with professional alertness

she said.

"But we've got to do something, We can’t let her catch us red- |

OUT OUR WAY

WEDNESDAY, NOV. 3, 1937

By Williams

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FLAPPER FANNY

By Sylvia

“I guess it costs a lot to be in society, doesn’t it, Fanny?"

“Yeah. After you're introduced to the right people, you have to meet a lot of social obligations.”

—By Al Canp

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—By Blosser

GOSH, MR WAYMAN , MY ANKLE FEELS BETTER ALREADY!

IN THAT LINEUP

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TLL HAVE You BACK

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You CERTAINLY

ARE UNSELFISH! FIXING MY ANKLE MAY HELP TO BEAT YOUR TEAM !

( WE WANT SHADYSIDE AT iA FULL STRENGTH ' IT'S NO FUN J | OUT-RUNNING A THREE LEGGED HORSE!

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and practiced his “Agatha's busy | now.” He was supremely happy. He was full of crackers and the outlook was pleasant indeed.

Then suddenly he was lifted, perch and all, and transported to the hall. The doorbell rang shortly after, and Agatha welcomed Charley Hammond. “Charley,” she said, “do you mind if T take Mac upstairs to your apartment? He's been so noisy all day. he'd spoil the whole afternoon for us.”

“Let me take him,” said Ham-

“Shut up, you crazy thing,” to the right. He wished she would

the response from Janet. Mr. McTavish cocked his head | let him alone. He needed sleep. | But Agatha would not let |

Mind Your “I've got a plan, Mac,” she Manners

up.

| like this?” But Mr. McTavish had | given her his back and was obvi{ously not interested. . : ; | Agatha was talking again. Her ESL our aise o | tone surprised Mr. McTavish so Pron ing a : WE ‘hat he turned his head to investitions, then checking against gate, She had never Spoken 10 him the authoritative answers be- What way beiore. What, yas up ow: And we'll be expecting you for 1. When wine is served with j{ve @ little before 3, then,” Agatha dinner, should the wine be || NaS Saving into the elephone, poured from the right or left of || Don Forget nov, Shirley: s th the person sitting at table? Bb ove you. avis Tey | in, apropos of nothing.

2. Should a wine glass be : i : : | Agatha hung up the phone and lifted from the table when it || dashed over the perch.

is being filled? " o ”

3. Is it good manners for a || bridge player to snap each card || « AC.” she cried delightedly. “I've done my part. Now you

against the table as he playsit? || 4. Should a card player tap |! : : on the table with his cards | have to do yours. Listen, you have while he considers his next || to talk this afternoon, do you hear? play} tt thoaehkiad Talk and talk and talk. And all you » 18 1L thoug OF & poor | ave to say is, ‘Agatha’s busy now. bridge player to accept a party || Agatha’s busy Ho Do you hear?” RUA wae Se Rooms b> For nearly an hour Mr. McTavish experts? pay | refused stubbornly to admit that Perse | Agatha was busy. Finally, after | downing the last cracker in the box, | he ruffied his feathers generously screeched: “Agatha's busy

What would you do if— You have lost steadily at || bridge for a whole evening be- ||and cause of poor cards— | now!”

A. Complain of your cards || "At last,” murmured Agatha. each time a hand is

Through the preparations for tea played? Mr. McTavish dozed and strutted Explain your low score - >

by describing the hands you held? . lake your bad luck without explanations or complaint? a ” o Answers

Best “What Would You Do”

solution—(C.). (Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Inc.)

mond helpfully. Agatha wouldn't hear of it. There {was a certain way of holding McTavish. ... A short while later Mr. McTavish

| phone, the receiver of which had been carefully removed. . . .

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HE tea was over, had been brought back to Agatha's apartment. Charley himself had brought him back. Charley was stroking his head playfully. A fine fellow, Charley. Suddenly the door burst open. “Janet,” said Agatha. “How nice of you to come.” Mr, McTavish noticed something strange in that speech also. Agatha had a way of saying things. But that wasn't the strangest part of this meeting. Janet was speaking. “Charley,” she said—and Mr. McTavish stretched his neck at the sweetness of her voice. “Charley,” she said, “did you really mean it?” And now Agatha was standing in front of his perch again and looking at him in that strange way that she had when she was mad about something. Mr. McTavish felt somehow ill at ease. “I love you,” he offered. Agatha was advancing a little nearer now. He flipped another somersault, In vain. She was still advancing. Well, he would try something else. “Your friends are my friends,” he managed to get out just befare everything went black.

THE END

The characters in this story are fictitious. (Copyright. 1937 United Feature Svndicate)

WHATS COME OVER YOU, SLATS? LAST NIGHT YOU WAS PLUNGED INTO TW’ SLOUGH @ DESPOND

Mr. McTavish |

AND THIS MORNIN “= YOU'RE AS HAPPY AS A LARK, EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDN'T GET IN BEFORE THREE AM. WHAT'S HAPPENED 2.

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| centrifugal action, which tendency will be resisted by the sidewise friction of the wheel. The center of gravity of the car being above the road, the car tends to overturn toward the outside of the curve. Consequently there is a tendency for the inside wheels to be lifted off the road.

Q—What is a humanist?

A—One versed in or devoted to the study of the humanities; especially those classical scholars who, in the revival of learning at the close of the middle ages, devoted themselves to the study of GreekRoman literature and art.

Q—How would one address a letter to Joseph Stalin, Dictator of Russia? A—Your letter to Stalin may be addressed to Joseph Stalin (Iosiph Dzhugashvili), General Secretary of the Communist Party Central Committee, Moscow, U. S. S. R. Q—When did Ali Baba win the heavyweight wrestling championship? A—He won it from Dick Shikat in a match at Madison Square Garden, May 5, 1936. Q—How many pupils were graduated from public high schools in the United States in 1936? A—The estimated number is 944,560.

Q—What is another name for she-foxes?

A—Vixens.

THIN’ SENSATIONAL LAST NIGHT ME AN BECKY’S PA PUT OVER A-—-ER--WELL, LET'S CALL ITA BIG DEAL--

SOMETHIN’ WONDERFUL/S HAPPENE D--SOME

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YOUR HEALTH

OST boys and girls when they |

reach anywhere from 13 to 18

skin, As the changes which are associated with maturity occur in the body, the fat glands of the skin develop and sometimes take on excessive activity. This causes the skin to become greasy. When the grease is mingled with dust, plugs form in the pores. The plugs of

‘what is called a blackhead. The aoctor’s word for blackheads comedones. Since the plug serves to stop up the gland, the continued formation of material produces irritation. The tissues become secondary infected and pus forms. This makes the pimple. Then when the pus tube or pimple breaks, the tissues heal rapidly and the trouble disappears. In some cases, however, the plug does not come out soon enough. The pressure and destructive action of the pus underneath the plug will destroy enough tissue so that subsequently

a scar will form. IM most instances these pimples and blackheads tend to clear up as the boy or girl grows older. However, the risk of damage to the skin is sufficient to demand a reasonable amount of attention to the

skin in order to prevent scarring. There are a few simple instructions which everyone should know in order to prevent trouble, Never squeeze or bruise a pimple without being certain that the procedure is carried out under aseptic or noninfectious conditions so that the infected material will not be spread around or forced into the blood. Since pimples and blackheads occur usually on greasy skins, a liberal use of soap and hot water will tend to keep’ them under control. However, no amount of scrubbing with soap and water will cure a real case of acne. In the mild cases the pim-

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“Business is terrible—had to beg overtime every day this week!”

ples may be few and the blackheads many.

$O THEY SAY

2 8 5 My aunt thought I was too young N some cases the obstruction | to wear long trousers, but Miss forms under the outer or horny | Garbo said I ‘wasn't, so.—Freddie layer of the skin. In these cases Bartholomew, juvenile screen star,

the condition forms not a black-| head, but a whitehead.

The blackheads and the pimples | are not limited exclusively to the|CF face. As everyone knows they fre- ; quently involve the chest, the upper| Today business is not overex= back and the outer sides of the|panded, but is hovering along the arms. In such cases they are harder normal lines of activity, and that is | real prosperity.—Ralph B. Wilson,

to remove because one is Sometites not aware of their presence. vice president of Babson’s Reports,

I believe in an educated demos cracy, not a go-as-you-please demo= acy.—H. G. Wells, noted writer,

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