Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 November 1937 — Page 14

MONDAY, NOV. 2 1987 FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia

HE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES OUT OUR WAY

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or By Williams MARY RAYMOND

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SAY, WORRY WART ~~ IF YOU MAKE AS MUCH NOISE COMIN' BACK. FROM TH' SOUTH SEA ISLANDS AS YOU DO GOIN', T WON'T GET MUCH SLEEP TONIGHT.

JILL

She laughed. “So, that’s what you meant. Of course I will. How do you want me? Without All or All together?” “All together, if you mean fully dressed,” Alan replied coldly. She was brazen, but she was also beautiful and paintable. An artist | couldn't afford to be squeamish or too conventional.

Ardath sat down, settled back gracefully and turned slightly, her strange eyes slanting to meet Alan's gaze. She wouldn't talk. She would look at him!

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

rising young

WENTWORTH, Jill's step-

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UITE dispassionately, Alan wound about Ardath’s shoulders a splendid scarf of ivory silk, shot through with shining silver threads, which completely covered the cheap green blouse she wore. Ardath resented his cool composure, his casual touch. If only he were not so handsome, she could match his indifference with her own. ° But there was something that pushed her aside; his strange absorption, his strained, white face. She could have screamed out angrily: “You touch me as though I were a figure in a glass case. I'm human.” When Ardath’s glowing eyes met his, Alan thought: “That's the look! The femme fatale look. The devastating fire that burns men who come too near.” It was going to be difficult to change that sultry glow into a saintly gleam.

(To Be Continued)

; Yesterday—Jill’s engagement to Milo Is announced as Alan enters the Wentworth home. He leaves instantly, After all, he had painted nudes crushed, hating. A few hours later an [in the classrooms with professional unhappy Jill started out of the house to | cgsualness and indifference. But to 31an, to tell him ‘everything. | at the light words of this girl, he | had felt the blood rush to his face | in revolt against her boldness.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN LAN had left Jill in a mood of | 4 despair, swept at times by! ek i ia cold fury and a burning jealousy. | RDATH followed him into the It was really all over. His love for | back room, where he arranged Jill had changed to hate and con-| his easel and tubes with profestempt. Tonight, Jill had pre-|sional precision. tended she still loved him in order| “Funny to see a man painting in to bring him to her announcement | evening clothes,” Ardath said, sudparty. It had amused her to have |denly. A malicious note was in her a plodding painter witness her |voice. “Maybe you had planned triumph and prestige. A lovely| to go the Wentwoirths and then princess surrounded by her court.| changed your mind. It’s not too And more than that, she had] late even now. Don’t let me interwanted to humiliate him fearfully |rupt any plans.” because he had despised her favors. “Will you please sit in that carved Before he had left the Wentworth | chair, turn slightly toward me. Now house, he had heard people talking | look at me, and don’t talk.” Alan's about Jill and the man she would | tone was like ice.

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stranger in the city, knew the] THE JINX—By Eloise Lernard

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name of the society playboy. “I'd make his winter suit out of wool, Mr. Finelli. It’s lots He Joi Disses into Li Sudio warmer than cotton and it scratches swell.” with shaking fingers. was sti cozy and warm here, with embers from the fire still glowing. Yet

unutterably lonely. » 2 2 HE stood for a moment gazing down dully at a half-finished portrait on the easel. How cold and unappealing the lady on the canvas was, despite the lovely line of her throat and the graceful

JRWILLIAMS "-3

—By Al Capp

THE. - THROAT LOCK? - OH = THE.

ETE MILLER of the Southern Wildcats, Southwestern League, slung his bat away and walked disconsolately toward the dugout. This was the fifth game in a row, he reminded himself, in which he had

um plate. Pete sat gingerly on the edge of a tubular steel chair, The doctor smiled benevolently. “Now about this complex of yours,” he said. “It’s quite annoying, isn’t it?”

POOR KID =~ THE POOR KID?

curve of her shoulder. A woman of the imagination. needed was reality. He had been

What he

failed to chalk up a single hit. For three years his batting average had fluctuated satisfyingly between .300

a victim of illusions too long.

and .350. Now it was a mere .145.

Pete traced the stripes on his trouser leg with a forefinger. He looked up and flushed ripely. “Gosh, doc, I always thought I had kinda

Visualizing Jill as some sort of lovely, laughing saint. And attributing all sorts of devilish impulses to Ardath. There was no doubt that a deep and dangerous fire glowed in Ardath. But she was a saint compared with Jill.

nice skin.”

‘I'm done for,” Pet 0 y oe Tue Sandy groaned.

“through, finished . . . an’ all on Ye account ©’ that darn cat!” He set- | complexion. tled his lanky frame on the bench. Oh,” said Pete. Bill Carrigan, the manager, . uw = haunched down before him. “Pete,” OMEHOW Pete managed to he pleaded, “snap out of it!” S stammer through an hour of He laughed mirthlessly. Some | It aint me" Pete sulked. “I| formidable words and embarrassing day he would paint Ardath in a | told ya time an’ time again, it's | questions concerning his childhood new licht. And then he would do | “al— and youth. “Inhibited!” the doctor a companion picture of Jill, as a “Yeah! Yeah! I know! You ran | said at last. “Mr. Miller, the numsort of Delilah. He would like to over a black cat and killed it. You ber and variety of inhibitions you do it now. slammed into a tree, got two black | have managed to acquire is truly On an impulse, he crossed to eyes. a broken nose oR 3 week | amazing.” the desk and ran his hand into | off trying to dodge it. now all | « 1” ; “ one of the pigeon-holes. He stared | that by heart. But it was . .. how ie a De i ver down at the card and the tele- in gi) Five, SHS ache—" hone number, Ardath would come |arent Stl groggy. And we always “ » Die er Tonight she |Telied on you to drive in a run|, Shut up!® Sandy snapped. She could lift him to feverish heights | When we needed it.” eb. Sector, Can you do as an artist, even though she left | “Uh huh . .. but I tell ya, Bill, | 2TXGunE OCR him cold as a man. He would | that put a curse on me. . . .” 1 lookin at Pete. “I think maybe have to love a woman to be stirred | “Bah!” Bill spat disgustedly. y an Er the time bein day Je by her. And he would never love | After the game, Pete stumbled rn I think it best to Sn On any WOHMM Sgn, | through the dark passage leading). "\.,v out he detained Sandy lon He put the card back wearily. [from the showers te the street. enou xy t6 ‘whis r “It's oY ony It was ridiculous—indicating the (Outside, he blinked sheepishly at Su) bi him ed disorder in his mind—to believe [his Wife, a red-headed, young |“TPCTECUGR. Cre EFC . Ardath could help him now. That | Woman, who sat behind the wheel fing vell gh L nng jun BOX had been only another illusion. |Of their car. He got in beside her. MCt TC HER ob CAIEE “rom UH He groaned. “Sandy,” he begged plaintively, | hide of the Sacre ephans, - & @ “don’t bawl me out again!” Bankok or some place.” And he ! handed her an oid-fashioned watch HE doorbell shattered. his un- > @» = fob, the catch of which had been happy thoughts. OR a while, Sandy kept still and | cut off. Alan went into the front room and they rode in silence. Then,| The next day, Pete took his turn and opened the door, An icy draft | abruptly, she swung the car around.|at bat filled with confidence. of air, accompanied by a flurry of | “We're going to Dr. Froin, the psy- | He patted the small leather piece in Snow greeted him. | choanalyst. Maybe he can straight- | his pocket and smiled placidly. But A girl stood there, muffled against | en out the kinks in your brain . . .|as the ball came toward him, he the weather. Her turban was spat-| jf you have any brain.” wilted. tered by snow. The fur collar of her The doctor’s office was resplend- h 22 coat was turned up close about her | ent with zebra wood and chromi-|«’¢NO use . . .” he cried heart-

face. i vs “For a moment, his heart stood rn ok Ne po gL Mind Your Manners

still. ir wi Wo . vith his bat. “You're letting me freeze,” came a ne. Ee barked. Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering

a low, throaty voice. “Can't you i itches make up your mind to invite me Why oe an or a in? i i : . Feeling thoroughly disgraced, Pete Alan swung the door wide. The slunk Re Avie the dugout. light fell on Ardath Holm. It was Bill Carri tormed over to almost as though she had material- hi ’ a ized from his thoughts. He smiled oY Bu Py moaned, “I a little, thinking how useless his de- I'm Nuse: thioush That's all. I cision had been. Here she was. the following questions, then might as well quit. You kin get “Surprised to see me, aren't you?” Cheuking against the authorita~ || someone else fer my place easy . . . ive answers below: ski ki in’ > 1. Should one stop eating lsh, SORE! B90 You bubh Yolen until a waiter has finished refilling a cup or rearranging dishes on the table? 2. Is it good manners for a host to argue with a waiter over a bill in the presence of his guests?

LAN shut the door. “Yes,” he about.” : d answered. Ardath took off her Bl wa igh Ot pr: Smell, snow-powdered hat and Po a, 1" got a hunch tossed it on a chair. 3 So's SOF i i “Please help me with my coat.” ogg S Singing WItHE With She moved close to him and Alan a | i " slipped the coat from her shoulders. ey Tare es Ss ny What an amazing creature she 3. Is it good taste to try to maybe there jo! ln impress one’s guests by lavish tipping? 4. For what is the larger of two knives, found on the average restaurant table, to be used? 5. What is the meaning of

“Complex—not

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS —By Blosser

(ev A SIMPLE PROCESS OF ELIMINATION, YOU MUST BE THE GUY WHO DELIBERATELY TRIED TO BREAK MY ANKLE ! Now WE'LL SQUARE A DEBT!

( cosu,veu WEREN'T / FORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE ,

GONNA DROP THAT ) 0! You WERE "THE OUNCE OF ON HIM, WERE PREVENTION, BUT JUST IN CASE, THIS WAS TO BE THE POUND OF CURE !

1 WASN'T SURE YOu COULD HANDLE

NUTTY! I Dion's HIM!

KNOW YOU WERE UP THERE! WHAT ARE YoU DOING WITH THAT SAND

—By Raeburn Van Buren

IN OEM

ABBIE AN' SLATS

MR. HAGSTONE IS HAPDY....

| WAS REALLY AFRAID THAT SCRAPPLE BOYD BEAT ME AT MY OWN GAME -RAISE THAT FIVE THOUSAND BY CHRISTMAS EVE AND TAKE MY JUDY AWAY FROM ME--BUT

YOU'RE

[/17S NO USE, MISS SCRAPPLE! LOYAL

IF PA AND SLATS WON'T

WERE THAT NIGHT == | WON'T

C-HMM=M = 1 WONDER IF THE JUDGE WILL SEE THE FACTS = H-MM--MAYBE |'D BETTER HAVE A LITTLE

HAHA "HELL SPEND CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE STATE PENITENTIARYTHAT [1S -- IF JUDGE PHEEBLE SEES THE FACTS AS CLEARLY AS 1 PO

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YOUR HEALTH

By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor INGERNAILS are frequently changed as to their shape, color or in other ways as a result of illness or a disturbance of the diet. Transverse grooves will appear on the fingernails after any illness and serious changes will result after a long, severe illness. Over-enthuias-tic care of the fingernails, such as pushing down the cuticle too roughly, cutting it or cutting the nail bed through the cuticle, may also bring about transverse ridges on the nail, Longitudinal ridges, small pits in the nail, or splitting of the nail A—All except New York and | may also follow illness or damage Michigan. to the nail bed.

Q—Was the identity of the mur- ® = =» . derer in “They Won't Forget” sup- HITE spots on the fingernails posed to be known? are by some people thought to A. No. be a sign of good luck and are also Q—Is Dustin Farnum, who fore called gift spots. In most instances,

however, a disappearance of color ony acted in Western films, liv- in this manner indicates an injury to the nail bed or sometimes a deA—He died in 1929. velopment of a general disease of

the nutrition of the nail.

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Q—How many churches are now open in Russia compared with the close of the Czarist regime?

A—About 60 per cent.

Q—Is Armistice Day, Nov. 11, a legal holiday in all the states?

“You're

Answers

1. Yes, or there is likely to be an accident. 2. No. 3. No. done as

Tipping should be inconspicuously as

Jill's face

possible. 4. The slightly larger, and supposedly sharper, knife for cutting meat; the smaller for spreading butter on bread. 5. Literally “table of the host.” Means a meal at a set priv: without regard to how muciu or how little one orders.

Best “What Would You Do” solution — (A) is safer and (B) is interesting if you limit him in price.

: i X sank again. “Naw. It all started ot Te oun of night, go when 1 killed that darn cat. That's evidently expecting to remain what it is, Bill. I might think it awhile, was my eyes, if it wasn't fer that. “I like this!” Ardath sank into It’s a curse.” a low chair near the fire, “Say, it “You're going to an eye doctor, really feels grand after that blizzard anyhow,” said Bill. out there.” ’ > © & Stiffness slid from Alan in a swift BR To Beant ATER that day, with Bill at his surge of sympathy. These girls who p— side, Pete gazed at, the apparbattled sor 2 Hving had a Tough What would you do if— ently meaningless chart on the well UE Ie RS Su St. " The menu is written in before him. Slowly and carefully, he ey BY YOU Seiemife wor Ph Pyne you cannot un- || phe recited the letters posted there. hie . : erstand it— : n to Bill. Fier lips parted in a wide amused || (A) Ask waiter to interpret Tha slight astigmatism in the right ly ont eo ks 2 it and then do your ||eye, put that should make no differcocktail, if you have the makings | choosing? NA i pane.” about.” v ox Alan had. He went back to his|| 7 fon, iver to choose for Bill scratched his head. small kitchen, which was nothing | (C) Guess at it? Sou saw Tor Voursell. He Was more than an efficiency arrange- » ® = ble 16 read ‘even the finest print.” a in an alcove, and mixed two ¥ Peto hey proudly. “Yeah An’ rinks. . . rs J : » pelieve me, it was some job, The sie on a sy He oo first line was easy. After that it were searching his. was tough. The other first line was almos’ on top o’ the secon’ line an’ "= a the other secon’ line was almos’ on N her lap was a sheet of newspaper, closely folded. After a moment, she unfolded it and handed it to him. Alan took the paper. smiled at him. “Did you come here just to show me that?” he asked roughly, pain in his voice. “No. I came earlier and the place was dark. Then I went to a show. When I came out the newsboys were crying out something about the party, and announcing her engagement. I got a paper and brought it along.” “I'd rather not talk about her,” Alan said in a dull tone. “So you'd rather not talk about her! With me, you mean.” Ardath’s gray eyes were blazing. Fury had painted bright banners in her cheeks. Her lips had parted to reveal a flash of white teeth. * » =» LAN was staring at her strangely. If he could only transform Ardath with a brush. Paint her with a softness and gentleness she had never revealed. And, paradoxically, paint Jill with a cruel deception showing in her smiling eyes. “Look here. It's ridiculous to quarrel, I've a better idea.” Instantly, anger disappeared. Ardath smiled. “Have you? What is it?” “Will you pose for me?” ¥

top of the third line—" The doctor swung around. “What other first line; what do you mean?”

"WHE . +. gosh, Doc! ...I got a curse. Everything I look at, I see two of. So when I look at that doofunny up there—-" “Double vision!” Bill and the oculist cried in unison. “Huh?” Bill said. “What’s that?” But about his curse, Doc. I killed a black cat with my car. Anyway, I climbed out an’ instead o’ just one dead cat, there was two. 1 picked up one of em by the tail to throw it off the road . .. an’ I was pickin’ up both cats with two right hands. I looked at m’ left hand ... and I

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saw two left hands, and , .-. gosh, Doc! . . . anyone knows no one’s got four hands. ‘I'm curded,’ I says right then an’ there. I been cursed ever since. I... I ain't ever said so much about it before. I ... I kinda hate to talk about it.”

“Oh!” Bill groaned. “And when you're up to bat, I suppose you see two balls coming at you.” “Sure. An’ I never know which one to hit.” “Bah! Skip it! Doe, listen. Can you cure this? “Basily. The bump across the eyes evidently jarred the nerve. A slight operation and he’ll be good as ever . + + and only a few weeks out of: the game. “Swell!” Bill turned back to Pete. “See, guy? It's been your eyes all along. I knew it.” “IT . .. I guess 50,” Pete said dubiously. “But that darn cat , . .”

(THE END.) The characters in this story are fictitious.

(Coovright. 1037 United Feature Syndicate)

A thickening of the nails is also associated with various diseases of the skin, and particularly with infection by ringworm. One of the nails most commonly thickened is the nail of the big toe. Attention to the removal of the ringworm and suitable paring and scraping of the nail will in some instances bring about a restoration to normal. ® ® ® NGROWN toenails are caused by pressure of the skin around the nail which, in turn, is a result of wearing shoes that are too short or too tight. If the portion of the nail that is ingrown is carefully cut out and if measures are then taken to prevent the pressure and tightness, recovery usually follows. Whenever the toenails are cut, if there is the slightest sign that severe damage to the skin has occurred, a suitable antiseptic, such as tincture of iodine, should be applied to prevent secondary infec tion.

“If you're writing your folks, Bill, you could help a pal by makin’ me a carbon copy of

your letter.

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