Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 February 1938 — Page 16

WEDNESDAY, FEB. 9, 1938 FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia

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Joe Love

By RACHEL MACK

CAST OF CHARACTERS POLLY CHELSEY, heroine; stranded in London when war breaks out. JERRY WHITFIELD, hero; the Yankee who sees her through. CABELL BANKS, privateer captain.

Yesterday: Jerry and Polly have dinner together in the inn on the eve of their departure across the Channel.

CHAPTER SEVEN

OLLY and Jerry held hands while they watched the colorful changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. They stood with shoulders touching while they leaned on

the timbers of London Bridge, gazing down into the Thames. They looked into each other’s eyes as they fed the pigeons before St. Paul's Cathedral. Yet they talked of everything but love. “London takes my breath away,” Polly said as they neared the inn at day's end. I'm right proud my mother’s people were Londoners.” Jerry nodded. “England’s a wonder, all over. I'm proud of having English blood myself. But England’s too arrogant. America will have to lick her again.” “Hush, Jerry! You'll be overheard. . . . Who's that woman waving to you?” “Where, Polly?” “Across the street. . . . Look! In the blue bonnet. She’s just gotten out of a hackney coach.” “I doubt if she’s waving to me,” Jerry said, puzzled. She was a pretty thing, becomingly dressed and having a gay air. Jerry lifted his hat and bowed while his tanned face turned crimson. “She mistakes me for somebody else, I reckon.” The young woman gave him a warm, intimate smile and went into a shop. “She thinks she knows you very well,” Polly said, piqued. “Jerry, I believe she does know you! Why are you being so innocent about it?” “If I knew her,” Jerry replied brusquely, “I'd say so. I've got no taste for mysteries.”

clothes. Then we'll have breakfast and wait in the courtyard for the Dover coach. I've spoken for two seats. . . . Take your money now, Polly, It'll be best for you to carry it. Can you hide it about your person?” “Yes. I've a doeskin bag for that purpose. Will there be any trouble about the dog in the coach, Jerry?” “I don’t think so. If there is, I can take him on top. I'll go down now and have a look at him before I turn in.” “Youre so kind, Jerry. How could I have been so cross to you? How could I have been so hateful?” “I know more about typhoons,”

of Jolly

Jerry said with a grin, “than about lovers’ quarrels. And I believe it’s easier to handle a ship than a woman. Good night, Polly.” He bent and kissed the palm of {each of her hands, thinking of | what some future night must bring in danger—-the English Chhnnel and the dark uncertainty of a smuggler’s crossing. Could he bring her safely through it? These were his thoughts. “Good night, Jerry!” She thought only of how his dark hair curled as his head bent over her hands.

(To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

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COMPACT—By G. C. Coler

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HEY both looked at the rather shabby public vehicle out of which the young woman had just stepped. The driver was a large man in a cabby’s uniform. Had they been closer, they would have seen that he had a torn ear and a nose that had been several times broken and carelessly mended, “Well, Jerry,” Polly argued, “you don’t look like anybody else I've seen in London. I'd not confuse you with other men. No woman would. Of course that girl knows you! You've met her somewhere, I reckon you've paid her compliments, or she wouldn't be speaking to you so—" “So how?” challenge, “So like she had some claim on you. She looked square at you! What's more, you bowed to her, Jerry Whitfield!” “Of course I did. polite.” “But you smiled at her!” “I didn't!” “You did!’ “Bah!” “Now you're being rude. You save your good manners for London ladies, and you shout at me because I'm just a Connecticut village girl.” “For a little bit,” Jerry said hotly, “I'd turn you over my knee and whale you. Where and when would I meet any London girls like that?” “After the theater,” Polly veplied with unaccountable feminine shrewdness. “After they're through acting in the play. You told me you'd been to Drury Lane, time and again.” “So I have.” “And I suppose you'll try to tell me you didn’t notice one girl from another!” “No, I won't,” Jerry retorted angrily. “I didn't meet any of them, but there were at least three I used to clap for. And one night I Sent them bouquets, all three of em!” “Well, then, there you are!” cried Polly triumphantly, but not enjoying the triumph. “Did you put a card in, or a note?” “No, I didn't, but I wish I had. Just to give you something to carry on about!” ” on » HILE this argument was in progress they had entered the tavern, passed through the public room and ascended the stairs. At her door Polly took out a large brass key from her pocket and inserted it in the lock. “Won't you come in?” she asked tartly. “I'd like to hear some more of your adventures, They must be wonderful,” She threw open the door and Jerry followed her in, for the quarrel was in that exhilarating state of fermentation when neither wished to abandon it. He walked to the window and looked down on the street while she closed the door. “Hasn't she come out of the shop yet?” Polly inquired, removing her bonnet before a looking glass. “I thought her dress was right gaudy for the street. ' Maybe she’s gone in to buy something more suitable.” Jerry whirled about and seized Polly's hands, He drew her near to him, so that their faces were close. “You're a jealous little cat, Polly Chelsey. You're nobody's angel. You'd be hard to handle—" “Yes, Jerry,” she said tenderly, meltingly. “I reckon that's so. . . . Oh, Jerry, don’t you see how it is? I've never taken a sweetheart before. I seem to want all of you— even the past that happened before you'd ever heard of me. I reckon this is being in love. It was feeling like this, I guess, that made my mother go to America in Trepid Chelsey’s ship and marry him.” Her arms crept around Jerry’s neck and she was answering his kiss. After a moment they drew apart and Jerry said, confused and shaken “We're talking of love again, and I said I'd not till I got you home - to your father! How has this happened?” “Because we quarreled,” Polly answered simply.

T= resumed their New England reserve then, as they might have put on topcoats in a storm. But it was not the same. Beneath the reserve there throbbed the intimacy of the emotion they had shared. “Tell me what o'clock we're to start in the morning,” Polly said, “so I'll not keep the coach wait-

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It would be the last time.

WICE Danny paced slowly the length of the block which held

the darkened warehouse on Mul- | berry street, carefully keeping to the | long shadows skirting the dingy | buildings. Each time he passed the two-story warehouse he peered in-

tently through the grimed panes of |

the window, looking for a trace of light he knew would show if Mary had lighted the small electric lamp in the inclosed office space. Impatiently he held his watch to the yellow glow of the street lamp at the end of the block. It was just 11. Rapidly he decided that either Mary was waiting in the dark for him or she had been detained unavoidably. In the two months since he had known her, Danny had come to count upon her faithfulness to her word—and it had been she who had made the appointment. It was a simple matter to climb upon the high fence at the rear of the low warehouse, grasp the lowest step of the lineman’s ladder on a telephone pole and pull himself up to the roof. And entering through the open trap in the roof was less dangerous than chancing the notice of a watciiman or the cop on the beat by opening the warehouse door in the orthodox manner,

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chasing the mob on the river front had been murdered. ’ Danny was certain that the unfortunate affair couldn't be blamed upon him, primarily because that night he hadn't even packed a rod. But since every one of the mob rad eventually come out of hiding armed with an ironclad alibi for being somewhere else than on the river front that night—excepting him—he was the goat. No one believed in him, with the possible exception of Mary. Danny's heart warmed at the thought of her, and then chilled at the further thought that tonight was the last time that he would be seeing her. Sitting ir the dark loft, he planned what he had to do. Flight was the only solution. How could he give himself up to the police and take a chance of beating all

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should a wedding invitation be sent to a person who is in mourning? 2. Should a girl who is in mourning act as a bridesmaid? 3. Is it customary for any woman of the deceased one's family to go in and out of the church on the arm of a maie member of the family or friend of the family? 4. In a home where a child has died what color of flowers and ribbons are customarily used at the door? 5. Should casual friends go to the cemetery for the burial?

What would you do if— A member of the family of an acquaintance dies? (a) Call immediately and offer sympathy? (b) Wait until after funeral to call? (¢) Get in touch with a close friend of the family and offer your services, such as driving your car,,

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1. Yes, but it then becomes merely an announcement, 2. No. 3. Yes. 4. White. 5. No, only intimate friends.

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the bum raps that would auto-

matically pile up against him? It was laughable, Mexico was a good place to go. And it wouldn't be so very hard to get past the customs on faked identification. Once there, he could start out fresh with some legitimate racket, send for Mary—if she still wanted to come.

HE could arrange with the gang for enough cash to carry him

through. For weeks now she had been his only means of communication with them, since he didn’t dare show up in any of the places where

he might be recognized or expected toc be. If she had managed to get the couple of G notes Big Mike had promised, he could get started right away, be hundreds of miles away by morning. The faint scrape of the trapdoor directly over his head drew Danny's atténtion. Although Mary's form was a mere blot against the gray square of the opening, he could imagine her crawling through, hanging by her hands from the coping and dropping the few feet to the loft floor. He moved forward at the thud of her heels and embraced her. “Mary!” he breathed, his senses drinking in the faint perfume of her presence. It would be the last time. “Did you get everything fixed with the boss?” “I went to all the boys, Danny, just like we planned.” Her arms tightened behind his wide shoulders. “I hate to tell you this, darling. They're leaving you to take the blame for the whole thing because you're the only one who was recognized. You can’t alibi!”

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” HE rats!” Danny choked. “So they left me to hold the bag for something I don’t have any part in!” For a long moment Mary was silent. “Let's go downstairs, Danny,” she said softly. “I think it's about time we had a showdown on this thing. We may as well get it all straightened out.” He softly closed the door of the dark office behind them and snapped on the small light. Mary gently pushed him away when he attempted to take her into his arms. “Wait a minute, dear,” she pleaded. “There are some really important things I have to know, Are you sure, absolutely positive, that you didn’t have any part in shooting the cop?” Danny grinned. “Just like I told you. I didn’t even know the boys were going out on a job! They picked me up and we went for a ride. Then Big Mike tells me about the plant they have figured. This nosey cop blunders along and starts blasting at us, and somebody lets loose at him. That's all I know. Murphy, the bridgetender, recognized me when I ran past his shack.” “I believe you, Danny,” she said. “But I don’t think you're going to scram out of town tonight—or any night! You're going to go down to headquarters and tell your story straight!” Danny stiffened. . “What, and put my head in a noose? Not for me!” His eyes narrowed. “Didn't you get the dough from Big Mike?”

” ” = “Y DID. Evidently he thought it was worth $5000 to him to get rid of you!” She fumbled in her handbag. Instead of the money, Danny found himself staring at the

business end of a pistol. “What is this?” he exploded Mary’s mute displayal of her policewoman’s badge was sufficient answer. “What a sap I am. I actually fell for that line about your loving me!” Mary winced. “That was on the level, Danny,” she said slowly. “That’s why I'm taking you downtown to tell your side. I've found out enough in the last month to pin the job on the right person, darling. And Big Mike's contribution will hire you a good lawyer!” “All right! It still'means a stretch, even without a record!” Mary motioned toward the door with her free hand. “Right,” but then you'll be all square with the world again,” she pointed out. “After all, a girl can’t go around marrying a man with a stretch waiting to catch up with him.” Danny stared at her, then

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ned. “You've got me there, honey!” he chuckled. “But I never thought I'd like the police department enough to go to jail to marry into it!”

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Q—Did Theodore Roosevelt ever refer to Thomas Paine as “the filthy little atheist”?

A—Yes; in his work on “Gouveneur Morris” in the American Statesmen series, published by Houghton, Mifflin Co., Boston, Mass., 1888, page 289. The context refers to Paine’s imprisonment in France during the French Revolution, and reads: “Morris refused to interfere too actively, judging rightly that Paine would be saved by his own insignificance and would serve his own interest best by keeping still. So the flithy little atheist had to stay in prison, where he amused himself with publishing a pamphlet against Jesus Christ.” The statements aroused a stream of protest, but Theodore Roosevelt defended them in his correspondence with Van der Weyde. :

Q—Who are eligible for the benefits under the Farm Tenant Act recently enacted to enable persons to acquire farms through loans made by the Secretary of Agriculture? A—Only farm tenants, farm laborers, sharecroppers and other individuals who obtain or who recently obtained, the major portion of their incomes from farming operations. Preference will be given to married persons, or persons who have dependent families, or whatever practicable to persons who are ahle to make an initial down payment, or who are owners of livestock and farm implements necessary to carry on farm operations successfully. Aliens are not eligible.

Q—Do snakes swallow their young In times of danger?

A—There have been reports of the mother snake swallowing her

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young for protection against enemies, and later allowing the young snakes to crawl out, but, according to the best authorities on reptiles in the United States, not a single case has been authenticated. Most of the incidents thus reported are really instances of one species of large snake swallowing small snakes of another species.

Q—I am an alien, having arrived in the United States in 1934. I have my first papers but want to visit Europe to settle a family estate. How can I be certain of being admitted to the United States on my return? . A—Apply to the Commissioner General of Immigration, Department of Labor, Washington, D C., for a permit to re-enter the Un.ted States. An application blank will be sent to you which you must fill out and return with a fee of $3.

Q—Does Thanksgiving Day always come on the same date each year? A—The long-standing custom of Presidents is to proclaim the last Thursday in November as Thanksgiving Day.

Q—What was the Labor Day attendance at the Great Lakes Exposition in Cleveland in 1936? A—There were 92,164 paid admlissions on Labor Day, and over the week-end, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, the paid attendance was 274,092, including 125,192 on Sunday.

Q—Has the Navy Department designated names for the new 35,000ton battleships now under construction? A--Yes, “North Carolina” “Washington.”

Q—Where and when was the first special class for training teachers established ? : A—It was a small, local school,

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organized by Fr. Demia at Lyons, |

France, in 1672, to train teachers for the instruction of the pupils of the schools of his parish in reading and catechism,

Q—What provision is made for expansion when the joints of streetcar tracks are welded?

A—Usually none.

By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN

American Medical Journal Editor

N these days of unusual babies, we hear about “the smallest baby ever born” and “the largest baby ever born,” as well as about the most babies ever born at one time that survived. The latter record i= unquestionably held by the Dionne quintuplets, and there have been no authentic competitors as yet in the field. When we talk about “largest” and “smallest” babies, there are all sorts of cynical references made as to whether fisherman's scales were used or the iceman’s system -of weighing ice. Recently some Chicago physicians studied the records as to the smallest baby that was ever born and lived. Medical records show the case of a baby that weighed 600 grams (about 1's pounds) at

birth and reduced to 540 grams |.

(about 1 1-5 pounds) when 3 days old. This was a girl baby, who regained her birth weight in 10 days and was still living when she was 3 years old. There is another record of a baby who weighed 680 grams (about 1% pounds) and who was living when she was 2 years old.

ABIES that small seldom survived in an earlier day. Nowadays we have incubators which do much to help keep alive little babies born prematurely. In one Chicago incubator station there were 42 babies who weighed less than 2!2 pounds at birth, out of more than 700 premature babies. Out of the 42 only four lived. The smallest of these babies weighed 840 grams (nearly 2 pounds) at birth. Recently a baby was born prematurely between the sixth and seventh month. It weighed 735 grams (about 1.6 pounds) at birth and, because of illness, gradually lost weight down to the low point of 595 grams (about 1.3 pounds) on the eighth day. By the tenth day, however, with modern medical care, which included use of in-

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‘Have it your way, Mr. Beedle—only tell your wife, in the future, to stop borrowing eggs and Salt from me!”

cubator, scientific methods of feeding, injection of blood into the body, and the giving of liver and iron for building up the blood, as well as by the giving of necessary vitamins, the child steadily improved so that at 1 year of age it weighed 17 pounds and 5 ounces, and was 28% inches tall. ® = =

ASES of this type are evidence of what modern scientific medicine can do in meeting emergen-

cies that arise in the cases of babies born prematurely. The provision of adequate warmth, a proper diet, suitable amounts of oxygen and water, and constant and careful control, will save the lives of many such infants who formerly would quite certainly not have survived.

I would be pleased if American chefs and dietists would make an alfalfa salad in some palatable farm. —Dr. Victor Heiser, doctor-autaor,

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