Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 November 1937 — Page 14

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»>>5y OREN ARNOLD, Copyright CAST OF CHARACTERS ROBERT BARRY—Hero, explorer. MELISSA LANE — Heroine, Barry's partner. HONEY BEE GIRL—Indian; of Barry’s party. HADES JONES ~— Pioneer; Barry’s party.

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3 WN 1937, NEA shards, abandoned caves and Indian signs. “He likes me,” Mary Melissa decided instantly. She hadn't even noticed what he was saying. But intuitively she saw and appreciated {his glow. In the same fleeting mo- | ment she noticed that he himself Yesterday: The expedition gets under |Wwas quite presentable, but he hadn't way after many preparations and Me- [fooled her any. Over the night he lissa looks forward to the new turn of (had raanaged to get a hair cut and her career with great anticipation, » shave, concessions to the fact that his new partner was a woman. CHAPTER THREE With the storekeeper’s help, she HE heraldic crowing of Ma Purchased two pairs of trousers, two Pelphry’s roosters, amplified by | Plue shirts, two sox and brogan : shoes for the Indian cook. I've clear atmosphere and a complete | made ‘em generous size, ma'am,” lack of other sound, awoke Mary [the store man said. “Most redskins

Melissa Lane next morning. She |are pretty fat hereabouts.” jumped out of bed, startled. & 8 & “Goodness!” she murmured softly. | HE men had bought and out-

The chicken house wasn't 20 feet | fitted all the saddle horses and

ride . ” pack mules, so that the party was from her window, and .dawn Was | ready to travel soon after noon. | Mary Melissa was highly excited as

member

creeping up on the other side.

“That choo, Miss Lane?” called they rode away. They wouldn't do

Ma. “We been waitin’ on you.”

When her thoughts had cleared | fternoon, he told them, but would the girl had to smile at herself. | come en route. They could pick up

all the 20 miles to Bob's cabin that

and although Mary Melissa was saddle sore next day, the group rode on easily. Everybody had slept well. In his mind Bob Barry rechecked every detail carefully. He could think of no item of equipment lacking. Old Hades had proven a genius at outfitting. The Indian cook would complete the party's personnel. 2 » 2 OB BARRY had already experienced one major surprise on this project, when M. M. Lane turned out to be a girl. Now, at his ranch cabin, fate took another dig at him.

The Indian was waiting, as old Three Horses had promised. But—the young scientist halted in amazement—the redskin who waited there was not a man! “I am Honey Bee Girl,” the new cook announced. “Three Horses, my grandfather, say you want one who cook the white man’s food. I have learn in white man’s school. I cock the white man’s food. I am ready.” Hades Jones, Bob Barry, Holliman, and Mary Melissa all were

staring down from their horses at

Many a night she hadn't more than | the Indian cook there next morning | the Indian girl—as slender and

started to bed at this hour — she struck a match to see her wrist watch. Four-forty a. m.! “Yes, Mrs. Pelphry. Are we to get up now?” “Ever-body’s up but you, honey. Breakfasts on.” = 5 5

HE others had eaten. Hades Jones and the younger man, Holliman, were already busy with the myriad details of making packs for the mules and horses. Bob Barry sat beside the parlor lamp, working with pencil and papers. “Morning!” he greeted her, cheerily. “Sorry to haul you out at midnight, but it's a custom out here.”

She was embarrassed, but she covered it with a smile. “I'll get used to it—I hope. Please forgive me. But I really had no idea about the time to arise. And no alarm clock, except the roostersy’ They laughed at that, quickly spoke again. “Dr. Barry, I hope you believe me when I say I want to work as well as put up the money for this rip. I admit I'm inexperienced, ut—" He grinned at her. “Stout fellow! But take it easy, and learn as you go along. We'll divide up the duties when we get to camp, if you like. There'll be a deal of book work, records and such. You can help there I know.”

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E thought for a moment before he answered that. “Why perhaps you can. One item | of equipment I overlooked yesterday is some clothing for the cook. I arranged for one before you came. He’s an Indian, and he’s to meet us at my shack. But all redskins are penniless, Miss Lane. How'd it do for you to slip over to the store and get him some clothes and tobacco? Store opens at 6 o'clock.” “All right,” she agreed. She gave thought to the matter while eating her breakfast. The meal, incidentally, was a challenge. Ma Pelphry apparently expected a slight city girl to consume six enormous hotcakes, with butter and syrup; three fried eggs; a plateful of biscuits, fresh and hot; assorted cuts of beefsteak dipped in flour and fried, with thick gravy beside them; a jar of squawberry jam; a mug—not a cup—of cavalry-type coffee, = ” 2

'Y ISSA thought it best not to appear surprised, but she wondered how to keep from hurting Mrs. Pelphry’s feelings. In the end, however, she found that she had done amazingly well. It was the heaviest breakfast she had eaten in all her life, she felt sure: the desert air was already getting in its heady thrusts, slightly intoxicating due to altitude. She smiled inwardly at memories of tomato Juice and dainty toast.

“You ain't on your feed yet, honey, but you'll be eatin’ all right soon,” Ma apologized for her. “Takes a spell to get the train travel out of a person's bones, I always say.” “Thank you, but it was delicious,” Mary Melissa said, and meant it. Actually it was a strange delight to eat with zest that way. tJ ” o OW come and I'll help pack your things for the trip,” Ma suggested. “Thank you, they're all packed. I mean—" She had given this detail no thought, really. Suddenly she remembered the very small bags assembled there by Hades Jones and Holliman. For an absence of at least a month, she observed, they couldn't have more than one change of clothing each. Wise Ma Pelphry appeared to read her thoughts. “You won't really need much, honey,” she counseled. “Just strong outdoor things. Now that pretty pink gown, it—” “But it’s my bathrobe, Mrs. Pelphry!”

“It may be, honey, but you won't

need it. You will be miles from any water hole. Even old Hades cain’t pack in water for your bath every night. But it'll be all right.” = = ARY Melissa regarded this with dismay. The little intimacies of her routined life, she realized, would have to be sadly altered. Silently she thanked herself, for the tenth time already, for deciding not to bring a maid to Arizona. But she just hadn't ~given any thought to such services as the hairdressers, manicurists, and her beloved shower bath. When Ma was through with her, she looked fine. She wore cowboy denim pants—“they’re most practical of all,” Ma declared—and hiking boots, a mannish red shirt, and a real man’s hat which Ma had given her with the promise that it would ward off the Arizona sun. “Great!” exclaimed Dr. .Barry when he saw her. “I was afraid you'd be a little—well, dudish. You know what I mean. But you look—"

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E swallowed. After all, he wasn't sure of himself now. Telling a girl she looks cute and smart takes finesse anywhere, and Dr. Robert Wilson Barry was more at home with prehistoric pots and

| a rising inflection in his voice said,

| with only a 10-minute stop, then |

proceed on toward the Montezuma range and the cliff dwelling. | Camp was simple that first night,

pretty and wild-looking a creature as a mountain deer.

(To Be Continued)

LAST STAND—By

Daily Short Story

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“‘That’s all right, Anna,

HEN the big boss told Mike he was laid off, Mike didn’t seem to understand, so the big boss with

“No more work, Mike. Come back in three, four months, maybe.” Big Mike nodded dumbly and shuffled out. Mike looked down at his idle hands. Big, strong, calloused hands —eager for use. Back in the old country, Mike had wrapped them firmly around the handles of a plow worn smooth by the spring of many a plowing. But now they were empty, a bit awkward, a little too large, so Big Mike thrust them hurriedly into the worn pockets of his old jacket. In the end, Mike shuffled home heavily, laboriously setting one foot uncertainly before the other. Anna, his wife, wouldn't be expecting him yet. Mike turned into an archway. To the right was the open door to the packing house where a man surrounded by straw was emptying crates. Mike lingered a few seconds to watch him and moved on. In the black, greasy mud yard lay a load of coal and nearby a heap of bricks. Up a decrepit stairway went Mike. He pushed open a flimsy door and entered. Anna, rosy and plump, glanced up quickly. “You're home early, Mike. Supper not yet ready.” Anna looked up with an unbroken question in her large black eyes. “That's all right, Anna, I got nothing to do.” Mike gulped noisily and went into the kitchen. ,

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IKE'S three sons ran noisily up to him, pounding him with their little grubby fists, begging “Give us a ride, Pa, give us a piggyback ride!” Mike patted them on the head and sank into a creaking chair in the kitchen. It smelled strongly of Anna's cooking. Mike remembered dimly when some 15 years ago

Mind Your

Manners

EST your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking them against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should a man lift his hat whenever he joins or leaves anyone in a public place? 2. Should a man raise his hat to acknowledge a courtesy paid a woman with whom he is walking? 3. Does a young man lift his hat when he meets a much older man? 4. Is it enough to touch the brim of his hat when he meets a man of his own age? 5. Should a man remove his hat when the national flag passes in parade?

What would you do if— You are a woman meeting for the first time a man who is a good friend of your husband’s— A. Smile and offer him your Rang as you say “How do you 0?” B. Nod to him? C. Say “I'm glad to meet you? o

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I got nothing to do.””

Anna, an eager, joyful peasant bride had set his first meal in front of him. That was before Mike's friends had written back to him telling him of America, the land where jobs were plentiful and everyone had meat every day instead of on special days like Easter or the day of St. Alexis, when the peasants would don their best blouses and leather boots and would trudge through the glistening snow up to the church, where Father Osnoff would bless their bread and meat. Then there was wine to be drunk and much dancing in the evening. 8 uu 8

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Mike drank it down, slowly and methodically, letting the steaming liquid run down his throat as if to let it burn out the ashes in his breast. After a time he mumbled into space, “I lost job today, Anna. Boss say no more work.”

Anna kept on ladling soup. Only her breath came in short, quick gasps. “Finish your soup, Mike.” Mike was up early next morning to trudge the streets. At noon his feet hurt and he had found no job. Day after day, Mike was up early to make the rounds again. Soon he took to spending the long afternoons in the park, letting the cold unfriendly sun filter down onto him. When the sun sank, and the little man at the corner who sold chestnuts would whirl his littie cart away, Mike would get up and with slow, elephantine movements start homeward. Each time he pushed open the door to face the mute, dumb question in Anna's eyes. Then he would turn aside, swinging his kids onto his great, bowed shoulders, slowly shaking his head. ost ARE

IKE laid aside the newspaper he had been staring at. There was a slight rustle of activity now, and Mike took note of his surroundings. A leisurely crowd was beginning to gather around a wildly gesticulating figure mounted on a platform. Mike walked over to listen for a moment. He liked the feel of the shoulders of his fellow men rubbing against him. There was a stir among the crowd. There was a murmured grumbling. One outspoken man, a burly figure in a blue suit, yelled, “Why don’tcha go back where ya came from?” A few started pushing; there was an ugly reply from the speaker's friends, an answered retort, and then a fist flew. Immediately a , half dozen fights started, swiftly growing into a fighting, pushing, frenzied mob.

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HE clatter of horses’ hoofs upon the bricks announced the arrival of the swiftly summoned police. Straight into the mob they charged, swinging clubs menacingly. Alarmed, Mike heaved his great shoulders, tearing his way through the confused assemblage. He found himself blocked, turned—and faced the huge figure of one of the rioters who was evidently mistaking Mike for one of his enemies. A club descended from somewhere, a rain of blows. The patrol wagon had come and gone. The crowd, like endless others, had vanished. Two policemen walked over to Mike's sprawled figure on the pavement. One turned Mike over, looked at him, muttered: “Poor guy.” In the gathering dusk a restless wind had started. Windows were slammed shut and a loose newspaper was blown by a gust across the street, snagged for a moment on the still figure, then passed on. A lone sparrow, startled, flew up with a whir of flapping wings. THE END (Copyright, 1937)

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A—According fo the 1935 Census of Manufactures, the largest manufacturing industry in the United States, as to number of wage earners, is steel and ‘rolling mills. According to value of products the motor vehicle industry is the largest.

Q—How long has paint been used as a protective covering?

A—Suggestions, regarding the use of paint for this purpose are found in early literature, for instance, we have the entire pitching within and without of the ark by Noah, preparstory to his journey, and there is evidence of the use, as early as 2500 B. C, of paint compounds to decorate the tombs of the ancient Egyptians. The Greeks and Assyrians were also great believers in the decorative art, and later the Romans developed great skill in the decora-

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A—Apparently not. The Securities Exchange Commission reported 4,204,380 shares in round-lot sales on the Exchange for the week ending Sept. 4, which was 7.7 per cent larger than the volume reported on the ticker.

Q—What is the difference between an accordion and a concertina? A—A concertina is a modification of the accordion, differing from it by having a refinement of reed action, studs in place of keys, and hexagonal énds. It was invented by Wheatstone of London in 1829.

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ANY children are born with a skin that is dry, harsh and scaly. The condition is called ichthyosis because the skin looks like that of a fish. The condition is also called alligator skin or xeroderma, which merely means hardening of the skin, While the exact cause of the condition is not known, it is believed to be associated with disturbances of the glands, particularly of the thyroid. The condition frequently appears in families. In many instances the thyroid of the child is found to be deficient in its function. In the summer the skin is moist and well lubricated. In the winter, however, when there are cold dry winds, the skin becomes rough, harsh and scaly. Fortunately, there are seldom symptoms affecting the rest of the body unless the child has so much deficiency of the thyroid action as to have the typical symptoms of that disorder. s ” ” BVIOUSLY in this skin trouble it is important to make a complete study of the general condition, including especially a study of the basal metabolism of the patient to make certain that the thyroid gland action is not deficient. If a deficiency is found, the doctor will be able to supplemént the action of the thyroid by prescribing suitable glandular extracts. Whenever a skin is damaged by this or any similar condition, it is important to do everything possible to get a return to the normal state.

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Despite all its false promises, even of a paradise here on earth, the fact remains that communism "is a crusade of hatred and destruction, of class antagonism and of violence to every natural right of man.—The Rev. Martin W. Stanton of Newark, N. J.

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