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SERIAL STORY— HOLD EVERYTHING

By Clyde Lewis

This Man, Joe Murray

By William Corcoran

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOE MURRAY-—liked new places, new Jobs, new girls. HELEN—fell in love—hard-—once. TERRY MALLOW-—found love—and kept it!

Yesterday—Wandering, tikeable Joe | Murray settles in Sparksburg and for the first time in his life is head over heels in love—with Helen.

CHAPTER TWO ELEN had been kissed before, but with little meaning in it; now it became very important. It was terribly important to Joe. It was something that even scared him a little in its strange, intense importance. Joe could not understand it or explain what had happened to him. The story tellers have one set of words, the doctors another, and the average man has none. But what happened to Joe was a number of things; he was growing up, he had fought and loved and traveled and

adventured and proved himself a man, and he had come to the time

“Hey, what's wrong here? No cherries, no plums—nothin’ but jackpots!”

when, that question settled, he must prove further things—his substance as a grown man, his

FLAPPER FANNY

By Sylvia

ability to harbor and cherish others | beside himself in his ample | strength, his power to take responsibility, make decisions affecting others, and even give orders where | orders are required for the good of all concerned. These things were not conceit in him, as unthinking young women so often suppose of | men. It is the same among ani- | mals, where a strong, dependable | male is needed for the protection | of the young, and where the fe- | males watch the young bucks prove | themselves by fighting and domi- | neering, and give thelr favor to the best of the lot, being very sensible | in their choice indeed. ” n 8 | O with the coming of these de- | sires in him, the little-boy pleasures of wandering without check and playing without stint gradually lost their novelty and satisfaction, and it was easy to settle down. Besides, he had been away | from home long enough to get a clearer view of the world, and he] was beginning to be lonesome. He | was ready now, and nature did | the rest. Nature provided a Helen | for him. One Helen or another | did not matter much, within cer- | tain bounds of Joe's broad taste] and inclination. Except that for- | ever after Joe's dream and delight | in women—the delight not of the | body but of the imagination—was | to be restricted to one very special type; those few, rare women he] would meet who would have]

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disposal.

“It's a bargain. Cross-ventilation, invisible glass an’ automatic garbage | An’ a date with our lady demonstrator thrown in.”

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

1 SEE TH’ CROP OF OLD PANAMA DANDRUFF HUTCHES 1S STARTING TO BLOOM w~ THAT BLOSSOM YOU'VE SPROUTED ON YOUR SKULL, MAJOR, NEEDS - TH' DEAD WOOD TRIMMED OUT AND YOU OUGHTA TAKE TH' LAWN MOWER AND CUT OFF THAT GROWTH OF LAST YEAR'S FUZZ AROUND TH RMS

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IT LOOKS OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE BEEN WORN BY ONE OF HIS JOKES w~ OR MAYBE HE GOT IT AS A BONUS WHEN HE BOUGHT A ELY-NET FOR HIS PACER IN TH' HORSE =~ AND-BUGaY PAvYs!

SPUT-T—~SPuTT = ume! woeep! one WOULDN'T EXPECT YOU TWO BENIGHTED MACARON| STALKS TO KNOW THAT WINE AND PANAMA HATS IMPROVE WITH AcE /

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something of Helen 1n their eyes | or their hands or their fine yellow hair. Any man can tell you about

GRIN AND BEAR IT

By Lichty

that if he will: the first love that is never entirely forgotten, however dim with the years. The things the two young ones talked about and the plans they made do not matter much here. Everyone living has talked them and planned them at one time, without calculation or cunning or ] g to set them apart. Joe gave her his pay to save, and dropped his extravagant habits entirely. Helen took a sudden interest in the prices of things; small | houses and furniture and bedding, | and being of a practical people, in| the cost of having babies and car- | ing for them. She made up a frugal | warm lunch for him in the middle | of the day, instead of filling his | dinner pail cold in the early morn- | ing as she did for the other boarders, and she walked down the mile | of track on his secticn to be with him while he ate it. ” n ” { LL that spring the two of them were together; they sat on the porch evenings with the others of the house, all of them enjoying each other's presence, and nobody feeling like an intruder because they | left the two of them alone early. | I know this doesn't seem like much of a story, all about two youngsters wanting to get married end nothing in the world to stop them. I know there is no conflict for you to follow, wondering who will win out. That is

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why I can’t tell it like an ordinary | love story, with dialog and scenes | and pieces that fall together in a| pattern that comes clear only at the |

“He’d be quite a catch, daughter—he’s my only salesman on a straight salary!”

end. { Joe coming home in the late aft- | ernoon usually found Helen stand- | ing over the coal range just inside the door, watching a great pot of stew with Polish trimmings that the old lady had put on a couple of hours before, or testing steaming potatoes ore something similar, her color high with the heat and her eyes bright with the moment. She could watch out the door from there. And Joe could stop in the door, leaning against the door jamb, out of the way of the kitchen activity and yet in the midst of it. “Lo, kid!” Then, always quite taken by surprise at her work and a little] jauntily proud of herself, she] smiled a big, blue-eyed, radiant | blond smile. “Home again, Joe?” | “Right side up, kid.” He eyed! the stove, sniffing hungrily. “Stew? | You make it?” “It's mama's stew, Joe. Hungry?” He drawled, “We'll have to take the ma along, Polack. I think it’s the stew has got me. If she was free I'd marry her instead.” = ” un CROSS the kitchen the slight, wiry mother colored with pleasure and made disapproving, deprecating sounds. Helen laughed a little and said, “Irish! You wait. I'll make you stews, and youll like them.” Joe looked at her, his brown eyes gleaming and narrowing a little, his lean lips quivering slightly with malicious and audacious words. That was the way Joe and Helen were. That was one way. There were others; there was the way when they had danced a long time, close and full of music and moving like one inseparable living body, or

THIS CURIOUS WORLD

AT A SPEED OF 62 MILES PER HOUR, AN AUTOMCBILE USES ABOUT 60 PER CENT OF ITs POWER. IN OVER-~ COMING A/R RESISTANCE.

MOTHER NATURE'S

THEM BY THE SKIN, JUST BEHIND THE SHOULDERS,

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seen a moving picture that put them | in a mood, or after a walk in Spring | life; life gave you just so much as Creek Park when the time of the | you paid for, and he wanted all year and the smell of the warm | there was of Helen, without stint. earth and the grass and the thick And that was the way they were. dark leaves was strong in their | And time passed, and they were toblood. | gether as much as possible, and their Sometimes Joe wondered brood- | roots grew closer together, deeper ingly yet never moodily why it was | and deeper, growing away from he waited so, who never had before, | loneliness forever. They were daily exactly speaking. He was neither | the more in love. very religious minded nor emai You may not believe it, and you of those who did not. And yet he | may think all story telling is like knew well enough: it was a kind of | something done with mirrors on a payment you laid on the line with | stage, but all this actually happened Rn : a 3 om eo a w

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and I'm only putting it down in a logical order of events because no one ever did before and I think there’s a significance to it all. I'm telling this like a doctor, or a recorder of vital statistics, or a professor explaining the molecules. As a matter of fact, I am stalling. I dread going on, which no professor of molecules would for a moment, You will understand why.

(To Be Continued)

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OUT OUR WAY

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1, 1938

By Williams

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OF YOU!IM WILLING TO GIVE MYSELF UP!

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I'VE GOT IT! SEE THIS PICTURE OF THE MCKEE

OREEM, EVERYTHING BUT THAT LITTLE PIECE OF GRCUND NEAR THE FIRE PLUG, WHERE YOUR CAR IS PARKED!

You TO KNOW THAT, AS OUR GUEST, EVERYTHING IN SHADYSIDE

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—By Crane

AH HA! WEVE TOUCHED A TENDER SPOT, SMILES. HE'S IN LOVE WITH HER. HE THINKS SHE'S BEAUTIFUL, THREE GUESSES — WHAT'S THE SUREST WAY TO MAKE HIM GWE UP THAT LEASE?

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