Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 April 1938 — Page 54

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES OUR BOARDING HOUSE

2 “PERCY BRIT IN / HERE —~HE'S | - GONE / 5

REACH INSIDE THAT RUSTY ROBOT’ AND SEE IF HE SLID DOWN ITs auULLET

FRIDAY, APRIL 8, 1938 | By Williams

WELL, HE'S MODERN -- HE'S RUSHIN' HOME TO WAIT FOR SUPPER -- THEN HELL TOOT EVERYBODY OUT OF HIS WAY TO GET TO A RED LIGHT, AND RUSH TO WAIT FOR TH MOVIE * TO OPEN, AN’ THEN RUSH HOME TO WAIT FOR BEDTIME, AN’ -~ OH, I COULD GO ON ANY ON!

~ PAGE 26 | SERIAL STORY—

"EASTER CRUISE By Marion White

«Copyright. 1938. NEA Service.. Inc.»

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOYCE MILNER, heroine; she took an Easter Cruise. : DICK HAMILTON, hero; he bumped inte the heroine. ISOBEL PORTER, traveler; she sought a mate. '

Yesterday: Dick makes “amends” {o Joyce for her loss and is inviting her to his table when Mrs. Porter, cruise hostess, asks him to join Dr. Gray's table, Joyce feels she will not be too welcome.

HOLD EVERYTHING OUT OUR WAY

With Major Hoople

SRR RP GZ < YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED 70 TAKE. OFF SOUR OVER - ALLS BEFORE TH WHISTLE BLOWS — YOU CAN'T SAY THAT BIRD 1S BREAKIN THAT RULE, BUT HE'S SO CLOSE TO IT “THAT ~~:

HAR-R-R-RUMF:' SO, MY BUCKAROOS/! YOU ARE THE DUMMY. SNATCHERS! WELL; THIS TIME THE GUFFAWS ARE ON YOU wir PAY HEED/ WHEN YOU LADS TIRE OF : YOUR FRUITLESS SEARCH “THE MASTER Hl= JACKER, - WILL REVEAL PERLY'S PRESENT ABODE AND, CLAIM THE REWARD/

LEAVE YOUR. CONTRIBUTIONS INSIDE

TO HELP

THE OLD LADIES HOME

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CHAPTER THREE

HERE were six of them at luncheon, and Joyce recognized Dr. Gray as the pleasant officer she .-had met on deck just as the Empress --sailed. He welcomed: her heartily. “I'm very glad you could join us, Miss Milner,” he said. “I looked about for you this morning.” Mrs. Porter greeted her charming‘ly, and presented her daughter Isobel, but she endeavored, quite tact-| “fully to seat Joyce next to the doctor, with Dick directly opposite, between Isobel and her mother. The chair on Joyce's left was vacant. ° “Mr. Gregory will sit here,” the hostess explained. “He's a little late for luncheon, I see.” - Presently he appeared, and the introductions were completed. Mr. ° Gregory was an impressive, standoffish sort of man, somewhere in his middle 30s, Joyce decided. He acknowledged the introductions formally, but there was no expression in his face either of pleasure or distaste. His eyes, hidden behind thick tortoise-shell glasses, were cold and fishy. But his manner was cordial and he smiled easily.

With Dick Hamilton and Mr. Gregory at the same table, in open contrast to one another, it was easy | for her to see wherein she had made an error last evening. Mrs. Porter led the way from the table. “Suppose we all go up and have our deck chairs put together,” she suggested brightly. =“Then we’ll be comfortable if the sea does get choppy.” ~~ Dick assented readily, but Mr. Gregory excused himself, pleading a dislike for too much fresh air. Mrs. Porter was sympathetic. “I do hope you aren't going to be ill, .Mr. Gregory,” she said solicitously. But her tone was not very sincere. free Se onl 0. Deck GAVE ME IS A BLANK? MAY IT-- MIGHT BE «chairs, she realized, cost money. V . te = ; ea gy , 3 > y : I KEEP IT TO SHOW TO , EVIDENCE / WHAT'S LEFT OF i ENVELOPE RIGHT gl he ples ed Sse > : JAC v ev JT : | [over oh “We'll see you on deck later, ln : So p = SHERIFF! then,” Dick called after her. Half an hour later the ship was once more rolling in earnest, and Joyce found it difficult to straighten out her things with any degree of orderliness. She gave up the at- _ tempt and started up on deck. Mrs. | ~Porter met her in the corridor out- | | ¥-

side her room. . “Aw, we don’t hafta mind her—she’s just a substitute teacher.”

“Oh, Miss Milner! I was just -~coming to see you. Are you feeling “Okay, but I hope you got a substitute pupil to stay in for you all right?” this afternoon.” : “Fine!” Joyce assured her. “Then I wonder if you'd help me out. Isobel is such a poor sailor. + . . she’s been feeling terribly.” “I'd be glad to help, Mrs. Porter. What is it?” “I want to start a little bridge game among the ladies. I thought you might help with introductions -and so on. You have such a nice personality, my dear.” « Joyce took the compliment lightly, but she coudIn’t refuse the request. “Surely. When is it?” : “Right now. In the main lounge.”

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“Enough of that talk, Gwendolyn. You are not to get your divorce until your elder sister gets hers first?”

THIS CURIOUS WORLD " am - -1T WOULDN'T BE FAIR

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" I'd rather spend the afternoon out ye roo on deck, she thought, but I can’t SER ; , IMPORTANT ! ~ 5 have Dick Hamilton think I'm tied : a | Z ’ . 5, ] o his apron strings. "8 : A : By i eS : I a ; tT 4 she went’ off with Mrs. Por- { : rT UN ji Ne \\ To Oo : ow r, glad of the opportunity t { ue Er ter, € ad of | 6 ¢ Poort iy J 0 nest A mn ei = ; = COPR. 1938 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG. HS HAND, Siddad, A out of 200, only 14 presented themWF selves for an afternoon of cards, amd El because of the odd number, Joyce :| Jound herself impressed into a La! Jbridge game to make an even four TH tables. : Mrs. Porter was her partner, and their opponents were a Mrs. O'Hara and an elderly Miss Higgins. Joyce recognized Mrs. O'Hara as the angry - woman in the mink wrap who had - followed her unsteady husband up | the gangplank the moment before ., sailing last night. 3 2 = » EA was served in the lounge, and she welcomed the respite. But Mrs. O'Hara ordered it brought to the table, and the, game con-| 3 iL : tinued. - ml FEY “We have to finish this rubber,” || . : Bm ax she announced grimly, as if that were the last thing left to do before the crack of doom. Isobel and Dick strolled into the lounge shortly after 5 o'clock. His eyes lighted when he saw Joyce. “So this is how you've been spend-

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Ing die anernoont® he remarked in surprise. “We looked for you on deck.” Joyce wondered absently why Mrs. Porter had not mentioned that ‘‘she had asked her to officiate at the bridge party in Isobel’s place. But before she could speak, Isobel - was complaining dramatically: “I'm feeling so ter-r-ribly, Mother! Dick—” So she’s gotten to the friendship stage, too, Joyce. thought " with an unreasonable resentment. “Dick and I are going into the smoking room for a bottle of champagne. I told him it’s the only thing to keep me on my feet... .” _ “Won’t you join us?” he asked Joyce. Mrs. O'Hara answered for her, annoyed at the interruption. “We have to finish this rubber first.” ° Her voice was pettish, and Mrs. | Porter speedily urged Isobel and Dick on their way. Joyce watched them go, disconsolate. "It was almost an hour later when | she left the bridge table, breathing a' solemn vow never to pick up a deck of cards again. . .. : 2 x =

HE started down to her cabin to pick up her coat. She would “have time for a few turns around the deck before dressing for dinner. But on the stairs she hesijated, be- - wildered. Her eyes were wide, and she stood there, afraid to take another step. It ‘was as if she had \ suddenly lost all Sones | of her Joe, ' She pulled herse! ether a tremendous effort, flew Sown ol EAT IT AFTER IT 4&5 those steps as if a demon pursue * DEAD. her, and ran along the corridor to GOPR. 1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. ir Dr. Gray caught a glimpse of her ; as she passed him, and he followed. | ning she lay in her berth and lis- | window, the slow, agonizing creak-

FAVORITE TIMES FOR. THE Ww ; xX THE F\Ret BEGINNING Bout WE PLACE 1 Twit | WHY sHouLD 12

CEC. ~~ ABOUT SHE DOESN'T CARE WHAT OUR WEDDING ~~ 1 JAN NOWADAYS L

Com iit WILLIE , WE SURE OLVGHTTA TIE INTO THAT SPOILED BRAN «BLT COME ON) ! HE'S MAKIN A BIGCER MESS OF KWIMSELEF THAW WE POSS\8LY COLLD : :

BUT, CECI. ~~ OW , 3 OON'Y SUPPOSE YOU'D UNDER STAND ONY »~A G\RLS WEDDING \S THRE RAPP\ESY MOMENT OF HER LIFE se AND, WELL + SHE'S A BRIOE ONLY ONCE ,'You KNOW) see

4 Bu CAN EAT A CHICKEN : : i BEFORE 17/5 BORN; ASBIE AN: SLATS AL De YOU CAN EAT WHAT IT TALL WORKED \ J ~-THERE'S NO USE BEING SORRY '— PRODUCES DURING LIFE, Y, MISS ABBIE ~~ | FOR MYSELF. GILBERT IS AWFULLY SWEET AND YOU ALSO CAN JUST LIKE IN THE “§ REALL ; i ;

“wWhat’s the trouble?” he asked,

- jooking in through her open door. «1—I don’t know,” she said

grinned.. “Just a little sea‘gick,” he told her. «Just lie down and take it easy,” the doctor advised. “Don’t try to come to dinner. Call the stewardess want ‘cup of tea or some-

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3a there came terrifying soun,

tened to the wild Atlantic lash about in fury. Over she would roll, to the other side of the bed, to stop, trembling against the wall and waiting for the ship to’capsize completely. A terrible moment she would wait, then back she would roll, to cling, in desperation this time, to the builtup outer edge of the bed. From,far

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ing of the ship itself, as the waves threatened to break it in two. Soon she settled into a dull

apathy, too miserable to care even |

whether the boat turned over or not, too miserable even to remember that at this moment Dick and Isobel

were upstairs drinking champagne |

to keep up their spirits. . .-.

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